Jiang Ming was incredibly confident.
This was the overwhelming confidence brought by his strength.
Master stepped back, his white hair and beard fluttering in the wind, wearing a faint smile on his face. He appeared calm, composed, and serene, as if he was even more confident than Jiang Ming himself.
"You really want to fight alone?" Shi Lei, the Supreme Bone Stone, widened his eyes.
He knew how terrifying the Guizhang Emperor was. If he had to face the Emperor alone, he would have been slaughtered long ago. If it wasn't for Master's presence, even a joint attack from him and Fang Qinghan would not be enough.
"You're awesome!" Fang Qinghan gave Jiang Ming a thumbs up.
He was arrogant and conceited, but in front of Jiang Ming, all he could do was sigh helplessly.
His own innate talent was stunning, yet Jiang Ming suppressed all those talents throughout history.
"Brother Jiang, we're watching your divine display!" Wang Qiutong laughed.
Now there was really no sense of urgency.
