Li Xiaoqiang and Bai Ming faced each other, instantly attracting a large crowd of onlookers. The cultivators stood on distant treetops, eager to see which of these two talents was stronger or weaker.
A glance revealed a dense crowd of onlookers.
Many cultivators began to stir things up: "Start fighting, you two, don't make us wait too long."
"Yeah, Bai Ming, don't just stand there stupidly, hurry up and fight, we still have to go kill spirit beasts," a young man with his arms crossed and a blade of grass in his mouth said with a laughing smile.
Bai Ming, hearing the onlookers' words, suddenly turned his head to look at those people, and when he saw that youth, he said in a cold voice, "An ant like you is qualified to teach me, Bai Ming, what to do?"
As soon as Bai Ming's voice fell, his body flickered and he disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the youth.
Bai Ming clenched his fist and threw a punch directly at the youth's head.