"Do you still have the face to mock me? Have you lived like a dog these past seven years? It took you seven years to master the Purple Flame Sword, and he did it in two months. If I were you, I would have already crashed into a wall and died," Wang Qianfeng quickly retorted.
"Me? I accepted my fate when Wang Lan learned the Flame Sword on the spot. Isn't it nice to live happily? Why compare yourself to a prodigy? Remember Mr. Haoyue? He insisted on competing with the Flame Emperor, and what happened in the end? His belief was shattered, and he's still in a state of seclusion."
At the martial arts competition arena, Wang Lan leaped forward, viciously plunging the twin Purple Flame Swords into Chang Shuangyue's shoulders. Chang Shuangyue seemed to have unparalleled confidence in his defense, a faint, cold smile curling his lips as he aimed a claw toward Wang Lan's shoulder.
PSCHT— Warm blood spurted, and both Wang Lan and Chang Shuangyue's movements halted.
