Jiang Ming was ecstatic, excited, and high-spirited. It was because his opponent didn't have absolute power to suppress him. Hence Jiang Ming was able to do his best in the battle.
It was a battle, which Jiang Ming had been yearning for.
"Let's see who the final victor is?" Long Jingang chuckled. At the same time, armor appeared on his body. It had numerous divine luminance flowing out, and turned into incomparably sophisticated lines imprinted on Long Jingang's body, abruptly obscuring his aura.
As both of his fists touched each other, it set off a boundless torrent. He said, "You're the first one to confront me fearlessly. Hence, I'll give you a quick one. I'll blast your head directly. No, I shall crush you into pieces to be divided among my clan's members. As for your head? I'll make your skull into my glass wine so that I can drink wine with it."
