"Masked man, this is your confidence?"
"Although this move can defeat Yun Han and the others every time, it is useless against me!!"
Zhan Tian stood tall and proud, sneering, "You want me to be your master's servant, yet you can't even take one punch from me. What qualifications do you have to speak!"
Zhan Tian's face was arrogant. After he finished speaking, he glanced at Elder Jian at the distant judge's seat, nodded slightly, and revealed a confident smile.
Elder Jian also returned a grateful smile, but the worry on his brow could not be erased. Having received guidance from King You these past few days, his strength had become substantially different, his understanding of cultivation much deeper.
Just now, the masked man's Yin Corpse Palm was completely weak and flaccid. It seemed powerful, but the realm it contained was minuscule. It looked so captivating only because of the intense Corpse Energy.
