In the southeast corner, a bloody battle was erupting!
"This is really troublesome," Xiang Nong muttered as he and Meng Chuan both staggered back a hundred meters after their fists collided. Xiang Nong waved his hand and glanced at other battle zones, noting that Lin Miao and He Nanhui were also giving the Demon Clan a hard time.
"Although it's troublesome, Meng Chuan, you haven't made any progress in the past few years," Xiang Nong chuckled softly after a low hum.
"Tch, you talk as if you've made great progress yourself," Meng Chuan retorted with disdainful sneer. "If you were really so capable, you'd have killed me by now."
Xiang Nong smiled slightly, "Alright Meng Chuan, I admit it, in a one-on-one fight, neither of us could kill the other, but it might not necessarily be the same if we're not fighting one-on-one."
Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan's face darkened immediately, a bad premonition forming in his heart!
