Qiu Ming had never imagined that An Bulang would make such a request.
Standing guard for An Bulang while he healed his injuries and restored his strength was one thing.
He had even secretly cultivated a Great Divine Ability, and Qiu Ming had let it slide.
But now An Bulang actually wanted to break through in front of him? And wanted him to stand guard?
Where the fuck did you get the nerve?!
Qiu Ming looked at An Bulang.
An Bulang looked at Qiu Ming, blinked, and said, "What? Is that not okay?"
Qiu Ming's mouth twitched slightly. With great magnanimity, he said, "Fine. You can barely count as my opponent. Naturally, the stronger you become, the better. That way, I can enjoy beating you more."
"Just as expected of Qiu Ming. You truly carry yourself like an expert!" An Bulang praised.
Then, he began meditating to make his breakthrough.
Qiu Ming felt a mouthful of old blood lodged in his chest.
This was fucking suffocating!
Yet he was too embarrassed to refuse such a request!
Otherwise, everything he had done before would have been meaningless. Besides, even if An Bulang broke through, he was still confident he could defeat him. It was just that the whole thing left him with an especially unpleasant feeling!
The powerful cultivators of the Continent of Creation were all dumbfounded when they saw Qiu Ming doing this.
"Helping an enemy stand guard while he heals and recovers his strength is one thing, but now he is even letting that enemy break through right in front of him, and still standing guard for him? Is... is he an idiot?"
Some Creation Clan experts simply could not help voicing their ridicule.
Unfortunately, Qiu Ming was far too powerful, so they could only take verbal potshots.
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