"Now, you're the only one left!"

Zhang Xiaobei patted his hands and looked up at the Dark Clown.

"It seems that the people from Tianyi Sect are indeed not good at it!"

A cold light flashed in the dark clown's eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Do you know now? It's a pity that it's too late!"

Zhang Xiaobei said lightly.

"Is it late? Haha, boy, you won't think you're sure to win, right?"

The dark clown suddenly sneered.

"Oh? What does it mean?"

Zhang Xiaobei narrowed his eyes.

"Haha, what does it mean? I have said that I have been in the world for so long, and I have fought countless cultivators and have never failed. You shouldn't think that I am just the means, right?"

The dark clown smiled sarcastically, then patted his hands and shouted:
Chapter completed!