章 309: Familliar name

"Dammit! Who are you!? That crude swordsmanship, that raw power, who are you!?" A second meridian Immortal shouted at Wang Ling while he himself was on his knees bleeding. His eyes was full of wrath, but…

Pah! A clean slap on the face woke him up from the delusions that he was above the ash haired monster before him. Soon enough, he was shaking as he felt the deep killing intent boring upon his body.

"Shut it, you have the energy to shout like that even though I just beat you in one move means that you have confidence. Answer me, who's the one making things difficult for the newcomers?"

The Black Dragons Final Battlefield was a vast land that is separated by levels accessible only to people who meet the requirements set by the Ancients. Even before coming here, Wang Ling already deduced something — there are different forces formed by 'geniuses'.