Ye Long followed Tan Lang's cold snort with a faint smile and then looked at Tan Lang, saying, "Why wouldn't I dare to come out?"
"Do you want to die by my hand?" Tan Lang asked Ye Long in response.
"Who will die by whose hand is not yet certain!" Ye Long shrugged his shoulders and replied.
Although Tan Lang's strength is formidable, Ye Long was not the least bit intimidated.
For Ye Long, he'd rather fight to the death than be scared to death!
Besides, Ye Long was speaking the truth; who will die by whose hand is indeed uncertain.
Tan Lang's strength is powerful, but his own strength is not weak either.
Now, Ye Long does not believe he is far inferior to Tan Lang.
Upon hearing Ye Long's words, Tan Lang tilted his head back and laughed heartily, his laughter mixed with multiple meanings: disdain and mockery.
"Kid, are you kidding me? With your strength, you want to make me die by your hand? It's a gigantic joke," Tan Lang said disdainfully.
