Zhang Dong?
Upon hearing Zhang Bohua's words, Yang Jian looked at him with a pair of eyes emitting a red glow, then calmly glanced at the others before slowly speaking, "Don't set too high expectations on Zhang Dong. Even if He Yiner could summon Zhang Dong's spirit, bringing your Republic of China Period team together would still not be enough to contend with me."
"I don't believe it," Zhang Youhong chuckled softly. "Zhang Dong has reached the pinnacle on the path of controlling malevolent spirits. No one is better than him. Maybe you're impressive, but I believe he won't be inferior to you. It's a pity that you two can't meet, otherwise you'd know I'm not just boasting."
Even after witnessing Yang Jian's strength, she still had great confidence in Zhang Dong.
"Your level is too low; you can never comprehend my current state," Yang Jian's gaze was indifferent.
Zhang Youhong's smile stiffened slightly.
For the first time in her life, someone told her she was of a low level.
