"A true man!"
Cheng Jianyong slapped his shoulder with a crisp sound.
The Ancient Tree with Entwined Roots appeared frail as if it couldn't withstand a gust of wind.
However, Han Xing stood beside him with a face full of disdain and said, "Enough, Old Tree, stop pretending."
"Even in your weakened state before, you were about on par with the Elf King and the others in terms of power."
"Now after recovering for so long, you should be nearing that breakthrough, right?"
The Ancient Tree with Entwined Roots shook its head with a wry smile, saying, "Saint Master Han Xing, you overestimate this old fool."
"Even at my peak, I could at best be an equal with beings like the Elf King."
"My advantage is vast life force; fighting is not my strong point."
Han Xing still didn't believe him.
Yet, the Ancient Tree with Entwined Roots was embarrassed to keep pretending.
The next moment, a surge of vast life force burst forth from it.
