Chaosheng Pavilion.
Chaosheng Cliff.
The heavy atmosphere spread over this place, like the eve of a storm, the air solidified.
Jing Wuming and Chen Wang felt exceptionally heavy-hearted.
A world-shattering confrontation could happen in the next breath.
"Does the Marquis know what First-grade means?" At that moment, Chen Canghai's voice broke the clash of energies, shattering the heavy stillness.
Before Jiang Ning could answer, Chen Canghai continued: "First-grade, one person can face a thousand troops, already an immortal, beyond human reach. Marquis, you must think carefully, do you really want to be my enemy?"
"If you were the Black Flood Dragon King of the past, I would not dare come here," Jiang Ning said indifferently.
With just one glance, he could see that after thirty years of recovery, Chen Canghai had not returned to First-grade, had not achieved Unity, had not reached First-grade.
Essence, Qi, and Spirit must still be in a state of imbalance.
