The overlord's laughter was wild and unrestrained: "Martial arts, strength, are the foundation for conversation!"
"Whether you are an enemy or a friend!"
"First, battle with me."
"Only those standing have the right to speak!"
Li Guanyi held his weapon with both hands, his back facing Ji Zichang, and shouted loudly: "Is this guy historically known for not listening to people?!"
"This guy, his mouth is so foul!"
Ji Zichang did not respond.
He thought that if he answered, using the Red Emperor's bloodline as an excuse, the overlord's remnant soul would likely not mind attacking him.
The Red Emperor's prestige of 800 years had never ceased.
In most places of this world, the Red Emperor's bloodline would be treated well.
Except here.
Here, the Red Emperor's bloodline was an absolute negative effect.
Ji Zichang found a safe place and tried hard to curl his body up and hide, directly utilizing the Red Emperor bloodline's instinct against the overlord.
