"Crude."
Mo Wuji pursed his lips at the incoming fiery sword shadow and countered with a palm strike.
His Immortal's Core energy rumbled and runes swirled around the energy stream as it formed a massive palm sign, destroying the rampaging sword shadow.
Mo Wuji remained seated on his chariot with his women by his side, unfazed by the sudden attack.
Having access to the tenderness of women and exhilaration from a battle at the move at his hand, he was living a beautiful life.
Chi Longying narrowed his eyes solemnly.
"You really are stronger."
"Of course."
"But you getting stronger doesn't mean you're catching up to us. Quit joking around. We'll only be stronger, and the distance between us will only be wider. You can never catch up to any of us," Mo Wuji said.
His words were insulting but true. A hint of defeat flashed in both Chi Longying and Leng Wufeng's eyes.