Arena.
Everyone scattered, leaving only Wang Hao and his group, along with Li Yunyang.
"You, you actually carry an army with you!!"
Li Yunyang looked at Wang Hao in shock, feeling that his brain couldn't comprehend how he hid such a thing!
Wang Hao curled his lip, "Li Yunyang, can you not be so country, what's so strange about carrying an army with you?"
"Hmph!" Li Yunyang snorted, "Draw your sword, Wang Hao!"
Wang Hao smiled, "Li Yunyang, I don't mind playing with you, but if you lose, you must willingly help me out."
Li Yunyang frowned and nodded, "Fine, as long as you can defeat me, I will help you. But, the favor must not be something outrageous or unreasonable."
"Agreed!" Wang Hao smiled as he pulled out his Sharp Light Giant Sword.
Li Yunyang's pupils contracted sharply, "How did Sharp Light end up in your hands!?"
"Guess!" Wang Hao's mouth quirked up as he stomped the ground and charged at Li Yunyang with killing intent.
