A flash of saber light streaked past.
Horse Head's iron arms blocked the steel blade, and he was utterly shocked.
"You can still fight!?"
Jiang Xiaohu tilted his head. "You can't anymore?"
Horse Head flew into a rage. "If I let you brag one more damn word, I'm your grandson! Ah—!"
Horse Head flung out his two iron arms and attacked madly, like a lunatic.
Jiang Xiaohu also drew in a breath, suddenly becoming several times fiercer than before as he clashed with him!
"Faster!"
Jiang Xiaohu urged him on. "Faster! Even faster! Faster! Damn it, move faster!"
"Shut up!"
Jiang Xiaohu did not shut up. His steel saber danced into a sky full of afterimages, while the power erupting from his body surged like raging waves!
"You think being born into the Jiang Family means you can get stronger just lying around!?"
"I watched all kinds of execution footage when I was seven! I took my first mission at nine! When I was eleven, I nearly died in battle three times!"
"You think putting on some shitty Golden Body means you can strut around like you own the place!?"
"The Jiang Family has a hundred years of foundation! We've seen countless unconventional cultivation methods like this! Yours isn't even top-tier! Who the hell are you trying to impress!?"
"If you can't fight above your level, what gives you the right to stand out in this era!?"
"Go take a look in the Jiang Family's technique vault. There's an entire wall dedicated to your kind of trash! It's covered in dust—do you know why?"
Jiang Xiaohu slashed out, and a surging wave of saber energy came crashing down on Horse Head.
Horse Head roared and blocked it with both arms. When he looked down, he found a long gash cut