Wen Liang's expression was gentle, but his eyes emitted a chilling coldness.
How dare you look down on me like this!
He extended his right hand, then clenched his fist tightly, saying, "I'm indeed not someone that small-fry earlier can compare to! But your words, I'll return them to you completely. Within ten moves, I'll make you taste defeat."
"You can't," Jiang Qixuan said very calmly, as if merely stating an ordinary fact. He thought seriously for a moment, then said, "Here, only Jin Yunlin is someone I can't defeat!"
Damn, this guy really knows how to boast, doesn't he?
Jin Yulin is a Martial Sect expert, and his realm is already stabilized; how could a martial master possibly defeat him?
"Hahaha!" Wen Liang couldn't help but laugh coldly, feeling the young man in front of him was utterly arrogant. His self-confidence was through the roof, making communication impossible.
He shook his right hand, and a treasured sword suddenly appeared, emitting a golden light.