Cui Zhe's words were filled with resolve.
Looking into the eyes of his Thirteenth Uncle, Cui Tian Rui directly picked up the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear and walked toward the distant Tiger Guard.
Seeing this, Cui Zhe turned to look at Chen Changsheng beside him.
"To meet an opponent like you, I have not walked this world in vain."
"Before I die, let me ask you one final question. What realm are you in now?"
Facing Cui Zhe's question, Chen Changsheng calmly replied, "Immortal King Seventh Grade."
"Can my Third Brother defeat you?"
"No!"
Chen Changsheng gave his answer with absolute certainty.
"Can he reach you?"
"Neither can he. He cannot even defeat the young people of this era."
"Hahaha!"
Upon receiving that answer, Cui Zhe burst into loud laughter, yet it was filled with tragic grandeur and desolation.
His Third Brother had regarded Chen Changsheng as a formidable enemy for his entire life.
Yet in the end, he did not even possess the qualifications to stand before him. It was simply the most absurd thing in life.
As Cui Zhe laughed uproariously, Chen Changsheng's figure gradually faded away.
At the same time, Cui Tian Rui returned to the ranks of the Tiger Guard.
As his mask lowered, not a trace of emotion remained in Cui Tian Rui's eyes.
"Form ranks!"
At the command, every Tiger Guard moved in perfect unison.
Cui Zhe also drew out his black spear.
His right hand gripped the black shaft tightly, and that familiar sensation surged into his heart once more.
"Phew~"
Slowly exhaling a breath of Turbid Qi, Cui Zhe looked at the Tiger Guard ahead and smiled. "Old friend, this may be our final battle."
"Today, we will make everyone remember our names."
As his words fell, the black spear in Cui