C316 A Gamble

"Damn."

Jing Lang fumed with rage.

It was as if he had been played around with by Jing Yunxiao.

He could not understand why he could not even touch the skin of a cultivator at the Fifth Level of the Spiritual Martial Stage when his combat strength had already been raised to the point of being comparable to that of a cultivator at the Ninth Level of the Spiritual Martial Stage