Qin Hao's words left everyone present momentarily stunned.
Even Shen Wanshan quickly turned his gaze toward the Hainan direction.
"Hehe, the younger generation is to be feared, truly to be feared..."
An ethereal laughter then followed from the direction of Hainan.
But, that was all there was, just the sound of laughter. There was nothing more that followed.
"Shall we go now?"
Xiao Zhan glanced sideways, and his broadsword, carried on his back, let out a series of low hums, especially after that indifferent laughter was heard. The fighting spirit brewing within him seemed to have reached its peak, causing the entire Kunlun Mountains to tremble slightly.
He could feel that the person was worth drawing his sword against for a battle, but as to who was stronger and who was weaker, he did not know.
However, he was also aware of his identity; he belonged to Dragon King Hall, not someone who could act recklessly and impulsively.
