"We are never arrogant. It's just that someone always crashes into our feet, or offers their faces for us to hit. Some people even rush towards us with hundreds of thousands of pounds of Source," Li Heishui laughed brightly.
The Grand Elder of the Illusion Destruction Palace's face immediately darkened. This was like pointing at a monk and calling him bald—a direct jab at his sore spot. Last time, he had jumped into the pit himself and lost everything. He still felt like vomiting blood even now.
"You arrogant brat! Beware of a disastrous defeat later, ending up dead before the strange black stones," Li Yishui said ominously.
"With Senior Li here, I don't think I will lose. This has become a pattern now; every time it's the same. HAHA..." Li Heishui laughed heartily.
