Although Guan Ming was extremely conflicted, he had no choice but to accept the challenge.
There was no other way, Shi Hao had already stepped forward, and if he withdrew, it would be equivalent to admitting defeat himself.
Fine, let's fight then!
Guan Ming took a deep breath and said, "A battle in the sky!"
In the sky, the battlefield would be larger, and the freedom of movement greater.
"No need," Shi Hao said calmly.
What do you mean?
Are you afraid, so you want to fight on the ground to limit my combat power?
Too naive, your strength is inferior to mine, so no matter how many tricks you have, they are useless.
He was about to unleash his power when he saw a hand already stretching over, pressing down on his shoulder.
And then, there was no more "then".
He couldn't move a single finger, as if the person pressing him was not a Silver Spirit Immortal, but a Golden Immortal.
