The white moon shined brightly in the midnight sky. Roars of demons resounded under the night sky at times, adding to the horror of the night.
On top of the mountain, before the cliff, Zhou Xuanji and Meng Tianlang still stood facing each other.
The bone-chilling wind blew powerfully. Only the two of them were standing, while the others were cultivating.
To prevent Meng Tianlang from attacking him out of impatience, Zhou Xuanji said, "Very good! Great Zhou's knight general indeed. I admire your endurance!"
Meng Tianlang had both courage and schemes. He could see that Zhou Xuanji had some tricks, but because he loved his pride and was confident of his own power, he continued to face Zhou Xuanji.
When he heard Zhou Xuanji's praise, he replied in disdain, "The terrifying battles that I, Meng Tianlang, went through are not something that you can know."
Xiao Jinghong shook his head.