Upon hearing this, Jiao Long's face suddenly turned sour.
Seems like, every time he encounters Zhang Xian, he always ends up with the short end of the stick. He can't win in a fight, and he's even worse at bickering.
This damned rascal; not only is his strength not inferior, he also has a sharp tongue.
His mouth twitches unnaturally a few times as he glares at Zhang Xian, "Little guy, you can strut all you want now. Let's hope you can maintain this bravado till the end."
"Definitely."
Zhang Xian chuckles, "The fight has only just begun. Let's see who gets the last laugh."
"You just wait!"
Jiao Long gives a cold smile as he strides past with his people, seemingly having something to sell as well.
"Are these people your enemies?"
Jun Wuhen steps forward, smiling, "Two Innate masters. It seems their camp is quite formidable. If you need help, just say the word. As a friend, I definitely won't stand by and watch."