This indicates that they have already gained the upper hand.

Lin Jinglong, on the other hand, felt completely bewildered. He glanced at Wang Lang's cautious demeanor.

"I only beat you up in Jinling, is it really worth making such a fuss?"

Wang Lang burst into laughter upon hearing this.

"Lin Jinglong! You idiot!"

"You think I'm the one dealing with you this time?"

"Do you know that you've offended the Dragon Blood Holy Land? A kill order has already been issued, and you're doomed today!"

Wang Lang shouted loudly at Lin Jinglong.

Dragon Blood Holy Land?

Lin Jinglong suddenly realized.

His gaze shifted to Wang Teng.

"Could it be that you are from the Dragon Blood Holy Land?"

"That's right, I, Wang Teng, am the number one prodigy of the Wang family, and also the winner of the martial arts tournament in Kyoto three years ago, which is why I was able to enter the Holy Land to cultivate!"

"Luckily, I met you first today!"

"So, once you become a ghost under my command, I will have another chance to enter the Holy Land. I have you to thank for that!"

Wang Teng strode towards Lin Jinglong.

As he set off, his footsteps pounded on the asphalt road, and with each step he took, his aura grew stronger.

And the asphalt road is covered with countless cracks.

As he approached Lin Jinglong within a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters), he had already mobilized his aura to its limit.

Wang Teng muttered to himself, looking regretful.

"It's a pity that three years is too short, and I haven't absorbed enough dragon blood. Otherwise, with my talent, I would definitely have become a high-level Martial King. What a pity!"

The words fell.

He suddenly appeared in front of Lin Jinglong.

"Standing still, are you paralyzed with fear?"

A smile appeared on Wang Teng's lips.

But the next second...

Lin Jinglong raised his hand and grabbed his fist.

He looked at Wang Teng with a puzzled expression.

"If you're going to fight, then fight. What are you muttering about? Are you secretly cursing me?"