"Zhao Lun, since when did you become so impatient?" Sha Yuan laughed loudly, and said, "We'll find out soon if we keep watching."
Zhao Lun humphed in reply. He was a few hundred years younger than Sha Yuan, and Sha Yuan was already at the peak stage of the consummate level while he had only just advanced to the consummate level. As such, there was a difference of three sub-minor levels between them.
If they fought, Zhao Lun was confident that he wouldn't lose, as he had secret techniques up his sleeves. However, just as he wasn't afraid of Sha Yuan, Sha Yuan wasn't afraid of him, either.
Thus, he could only humph after hearing Sha Yuan's retort. Otherwise, being the petty person that he was, Zhao Lun would definitely think of ways to screw Sha Yuan over.
Ling Han arrived at the arena that was located halfway up the mountain. Half a year ago, he had fought against Luo Ba in this same arena. Who would've thought that he would have another mortal duel so soon?
