In the dim space, the two faced each other, and the air seemed to freeze.
"You're from the same race as that World Lord Level Expert." Wang Teng looked at him and asked in surprise.
"That is my father," Saiba said arrogantly in the Universal Language.
"So you're the son." Wang Teng suddenly understood.
"..."
Veins immediately bulged on Saiba's forehead as he glared fiercely at Wang Teng.
There was seemingly nothing wrong with those words, but they sounded like Wang Teng was taking advantage of him.
"Ice Spirit Race!" Yuan Gungun's voice suddenly rang out, carrying a trace of surprise. "Wang Teng, he's an Ice Spirit Race Martial Artist."
"Ice Spirit Race?" Wang Teng paused.
"The Ice Spirit Race is an extremely powerful race in the universe. Their numbers are very small, but they are born with formidable ice-element talent and possess an exceptionally high comprehension of ice-element origins. Nearly every one of them is a powerhouse," Yuan Gungun quickly explained.
"So he's a pretty fat ice element fat sheep." Wang Teng's eyes lit up slightly.
"Be careful," Yuan Gungun reminded him.
"Don't worry." Wang Teng nodded, then looked at the Ice Spirit Race Martial Artist before him and asked calmly, "Your father sent you out alone. Isn't he afraid I'll beat you to death?"
"Hmph, it's still uncertain who will beat whom to death." Saiba had been so angered by Wang Teng's few words that his head was spinning. He immediately stopped wasting words. The long spear in his hand erupted with incomparably frigid spear radiance as he shouted, "Come and die!"
Boom!
A Primal Force explosion echoed through the surroundings, sounding even louder within this vast empty space.
"What an idiot!" The moment Wang Teng saw the other man's behavior, he knew Saiba had definitely come here