A smile broke out on Ling Han's face as he gloated. "So it appears that this time, there would only be grievance for you!"
He inadvertently revealed killing intent in his gaze—being provoked by Jia Ming time and again, he'd lost his patience. So long as he was able to kill him, he absolutely would not be merciful.
Jia Ming humphed, knowing that merely depending on the difference in cultivation tiers would not be enough to suppress and crush Ling Han. He gave out a low howl, and a weird sound escaped from his throat, while blue veins were throbbing throughout his body. It was as if there was some kind of terrifying thing trying to break out from within his body.
Ling Han dared not underestimate the battle prowess of his opponent, as he had gained the approval of the Stone of Martial Intent, prevailing over thousands of prodigies through the ages to rank 51st. Although this was not the peak of Jia Ming's current battle prowess, still, he could not be careless.
