"Junior Sister Feiyu."
Han Liang floated down onto the stage, dressed in a long robe, elegant in white, slowly waving an Iron Bone Fan in his hand, smiling: "Who could have thought that after a battle ten years ago, you and I would meet again in this Three Peaks tournament. I wonder if this time, Junior Sister could provide some surprises for your brother?"
"I will do my best."
Bai Feiyu responded indifferently: "Brother Han might not be disappointed."
"Oh?"
Han Liang chuckled softly: "That sounds very good."
"Begin!"
From a distance, an Elder from Hidden Dragon Sect shouted loudly.
"Junior Sister, forgive me!"
Han Liang made the first move, dashing forward swiftly. Around him seemed to echo the faint sound of a dragon's chant, his mana exploding vigorously, and as he pointed with the Iron Bone Fan, a True Dragon Dharma Form soared forth, heading straight for Bai Feiyu!
