Huang Xiaolong's eyes were bloodthirsty, he smacked his lips, chuckled, and stared at Dragon Transformation Saint Son Yang Rong: "You mean, you want to challenge me to a duel at the Central Battle Platform and a life-and-death battle?"
Huang Xiaolong emphasized the words "life-and-death battle."
Tan Hongyi sneered: "That's right, my junior brother Yang Rong's talent is ranked the lowest among Dragon Transformation Sacred Land's Saint Heirs. Huang Xiaolong, you wouldn't dare accept even Yang Rong's challenge, would you? But then again, given your utterly worthless talent, it's normal not to dare, it's normal to fear death!"
