Wan Guiyi couldn't help but laugh. What could his father even do to him to let him down? His attention quickly returned to the stage.

Mount Luofu’s Luo Dongjiang looked toward the honest and simple-looking man across from him, saying, “Brother Wu, everyone believes that you are number one among the younger generation. This humble one will have to experience it for myself.”

Wu Xiaofan shook his head and said, “How can I dare to claim to be number one among the younger generation? Sir Zu showed that he was already stronger than me a few days ago.”

Luo Dongjiang choked. Aren’t you stating the obvious? He even defeated our Elder Xu, so we can only compare him to the older generation. Why would he fight juniors like us?

He just assumed Wu Xiaofan was messing with him, making him angry. He didn’t say anything else and drew his sword. A powerful wave of earth energy spread out from beneath his feet, and a dragon made of earth quickly swam around him, faint dragon cries following in its wake.

Mount Luofu excelled with the earth element. This was none other than Mount Luofu’s extreme art, Earth Dragon’s Cry.

The dragon created a chaotic whirlwind of earth as it moved. It released a ferocious pressure...