"Worried?" Long Aotian gave a self-mocking smile. "If I really can't get into the top five, Lan Xin, on this day next year, burn me some paper money in memory of our childhood friendship and pour me a drink."
"Dream on! If you want a drink, go buy it yourself!" Lan Xin snorted but revealed a worried look.
"Hey, hey, hey, when you're my opponent, don't go easy on me, okay? Otherwise, I'll die even more miserably." Long Aotian suddenly reacted and quickly warned, "You know how that old man in my family is. He doesn't tolerate any nonsense."
"That old man…" Lan Xin couldn't help but curse.
Ding Ding Ding…
On the battlefield, the sounds of collisions were endless. The clash of the two spears produced sparks at such a fast speed that they merged into a sea of fire.
At the center of the spear's shadow, Jiang Ming stood still.
Fast speed?
He had comprehended wind, thunder, light, the state of mind of speed, and even space. Which of these wasn't fast?
