Outside Misty Mountain, there was a barren wasteland.
This wasteland was created during a fight between Ye Luo and Zhang Han in the past.
At this moment, the two of them had arrived here, both standing on air, facing each other from a distance.
"Senior Brother, why have you brought me here? Surely it's not for another round of sparring? I don't want to engage in that."
Zhang Han looked at Ye Luo opposite him, the corner of his mouth twitching.
He wouldn't dare to spar with Ye Luo to the death.
In the past, he thought he was capable enough.
Capable enough to stand up to Ye Luo in a fight.
After the grand tournament of the sects, he would rather die than spar with Ye Luo again.
The ruthlessness of Ye Luo's swordsmanship, which could directly attack the Soul Dao Heart, was just too much.
He simply couldn't defend against it.
"You think I want to spar? I can't be bothered to make a move either," Ye Luo said, rolling his eyes.
