Ye Qingfeng stretched out his palm, then slowly clenched it, his knuckles making a crisp sound.
"I heard you were the top of the Hua Xia Hidden Dragon List forty years ago, while I am the top of the list now. I really want to know, are you more formidable, or am I stronger?"
His eyes were filled with battle intent. In his perception, the Cold Smiling Buddha before him was definitely an opponent even more formidable than Long Yuntian, though he didn't know by how much, but he was definitely a rare expert.
Cold Smiling Buddha's gaze sharpened. From Ye Qingfeng's eyes, he saw not a Martial Artist's competitive will to fight but an unwavering battle spirit. This battle was not about winning or losing, but about life and death.
He never expected that a mission that should have been easy would be interrupted by the current top of the Hidden Dragon List, and one who is a battle fanatic, willing to fight to the death. Even someone as strong as Cold Smiling Buddha felt apprehensive.
