I Really Don't Want to Go Up

Qinghe brutally thrashed the two top experts of the Wentian Clan, and his momentum reached its peak.

His flowing Three-Yang Daoist robe fluttered around him. Standing on the martial arena, he was like an insurmountable mountain, looking at the members of the Wave League with arrogance and a sharp gaze.

Perhaps afraid that the Wave League would not dare accept the challenge, the curve of his lips grew even more exaggerated as he spoke with faint mockery. "What? Did witnessing my terrifying combat power scare you stupid? Have you now lost even the courage to fight? Is this all the guts people from the lower realm have?"

How could the Wave League members possibly endure such words?

Ze'er immediately refused to accept it. He patted An Bulang on the shoulder and said, "Brother Lang, he's talking like this, and you're still not going up there to teach him a lesson?"

An Bulang: "...Is that how you suddenly found your courage?"

Qingxue laughed at the sight, her voice crisp as she spoke coldly. "I remember you called yourself An Lang just now, right? You were so boastful before, saying you would refuse to join our Chaoyang Holy Sect. I suppose you must have found somewhere better to go. Why not let us witness your heaven-gifted talent here?"

Naturally, her talk of heaven-gifted talent was a form of praise with an ulterior motive.

Didn't you think you were so amazing? Then I'll raise you high into the sky, before having Qinghe ruthlessly stomp you down into the dust with absolute strength, trample you viciously beneath his feet, and let you understand exactly how much you weigh!

When Qinghai the Mystic Immortal saw this, he smiled and said, "Little Friend An Lang, why not go give it a try? You can also experience