A gentle breeze swept across the weed-filled plain, with Fang Zhou and Ming Aoshuang standing on opposite sides.
Xiao Yin, as the only witness, stood not far away. She had to keep a close watch, lest any casualties occurred on either side, exacerbating the conflict to an irreconcilable level.
As long as Fang Zhou's performance exceeded the passing mark, she would immediately call for a halt.
This thousand-mile plain was home to many demon beasts. At this moment, the astonishing aura emitted by the two had startled the beasts within a kilometer radius, causing them to whimper and flee with their tails tucked between their legs.
Ming Aoshuang was not a person of many words and had no interest in continuing a war of words with this detestable man, Fang Zhou.
A chill gleamed in her pitch-black eyes, and the surrounding temperature plummeted instantly. Countless frost crystals fell from thin air, covering the ground within over ten meters in pure white frost.
