Yang Ying'Er sneered, "So what if I am!"
She controlled a flying sword to chase down Chen Tang, but after a while, she achieved nothing and couldn't help feeling a bit irritated.
This Murong Haitang was clearly tall and muscular, yet not clumsy at all. He was exceptionally agile and slippery, making it very difficult for a flying sword to restrict his movements.
Chen Tang shouted, "If everyone acknowledges this person as a participant in the genius battle, then don't blame me!"
The audience on the spectator seats felt a sense of absurdity upon hearing these words.
What does this person want to do?
Is he really that arrogant? Does he intend to defeat a Foundation Establishment Mystic Master?
It goes to show that this person is indeed a crude country bumpkin, having never seen the world, unable to see Mount Tai behind a single leaf, knowing only martial arts but not the terror of Profound Sect's Magic.
"What should we do?"
