"Are you already at the end of your rope, Shentu Yan?"
There was no hint of mercy in Xu Ruoyan's beautiful eyes, as the cold True Qi continued to flow ceaselessly into the Blue Moon Sword in her hand.
"End of my rope? You underestimate me."
Shentu Yan lifted his head. Beneath his disheveled hair was a grimly twisted face, and a chilling smile lingered on his lips. "My abilities are far beyond what you youngsters can imagine."
"Little girl, I don't know what price you paid to reach this terrifying level, but unfortunately, you're still no match for me!"
"Has Shentu Yan gone mad? It's clear he's no match for Miss Xu. What gives him the audacity to say such things?"
Long Zaitian and the others were somewhat confused. The situation before them was clear: Shentu Yan was obviously no match for Xu Ruoyan. He had already been injured by her, yet he still claimed she was no match for him. Wasn't this just being stubbornly defiant?
