"Do I need your favor? Hurry up and make your move, let me have a good fight, and show my brothers that my reputation is well-deserved."
Meng Xianjun urged impatiently.
"Since you're courting death, we'll grant your wish."
The old man in black robe roared furiously, suddenly raising his hand to strike Meng Xianjun across the air, a gray energy saber materializing out of nowhere, slashing fiercely at Meng Xianjun's body.
"I thought it was two Two-star Martial Generals, now I'm relieved."
Sensing the opponent's energy, Meng Xianjun let out a sigh of relief, raised his hand and threw a punch, an energy storm erupting and dispersing the energy saber.
"Awesome!"
Seeing Meng Xianjun easily break the opponent's attack, Tang Ming called out in admiration.
"No big deal."
Meng Xianjun grinned, boastfully shouting, "Although I don't have those extra attributes you and Fifth Brother have, my own strength is formidable."
"You brat, don't be arrogant!"
