"Old fart, even if you make a move, you're a dead man."
Wang Zhimen cursed angrily, gathering a layer of Gang Qi: "Look closely, I'm a Three-star Martial Master, and you, an old fool who's never fought anyone, dare to oppose me. You're courting death."
"What does Three-star Martial Master mean?"
Tang Ming looked at Wang Zhimen cluelessly.
"I..."
Hearing this, Wang Zhimen nearly spat blood. This really is an ignorant hillbilly!
"What's your current strength?"
Wang Zhimen coldly stared at Tang Ming, asking.
"I don't know my strength either. Why don't you check it for me?"
Tang Ming slightly raised his hand, summoning a layer of Gang Qi, controlling his cultivation at the peak of a Three-star Martial Master.
"Hiss, a peak Three-star."
Wang Zhimen drew in a cold breath, not expecting this old fellow's cultivation to be just slightly higher than his.
"So I'm at the peak of Three-star. Sounds quite impressive. Then I'm not afraid of you."
