"What are you?" Di Jingtian looked at Ling Feng emerging from the crowd and noticed that his realm hadn't even reached the Qi Sect, a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes, "You aren't even qualified to spar with me!"
"Do I qualify or not? There's only one way to find out!" Ling Feng narrowed his eyes, "What's the matter, are you afraid?"
"Afraid?" Di Jingtian seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, "Kid, it's your own doing, don't blame me!"
Murderous intent surged on Di Jingtian's face. Just a ninth-level Qi Condensation, an ant-like creature, dares to act wild in front of him.
"Draw your sword," Ling Feng's tone was very indifferent as he stared at Di Jingtian, coolly stating, "I don't even need a sword to defeat you."
As these words came out, the disciples from the Asking Immortal Sect who were watching were all dumbfounded. Di Jingtian was first taken aback, then burst into a huge laughter, nearly unable to straighten his back from amusement.
