However, this time, Meng Qingtong stood motionless, his body became even more crystalline, the blood beneath his skin flowed faster and faster, like the beat of war drums, resounding and deafening, with thick black hair cascading like a waterfall.
"His vitality is terrifyingly more vigorous than just now."
"This is true rejuvenation."
The crowd felt a tinge of despair, the scent of failure.
This Meng Qingtong was simply a monster.
"You haven't even reached High Skill, yet you dare to be arrogant in front of me?"
Meng Qingtong sneered coldly, having absolute confidence in his strength, not putting Zhang Fan in his eyes at all, and pointed his two fingers as if they were a sword straight at Zhang Fan's forehead.
"Unmoving, Mighty Spirit Demon Suppression!"
