Zhao Ritian and the tall, thin Guardian battled for another two hundred rounds.
The Guardian looked down at Zhao Ritian, who lay on the ground, badly injured and gasping for breath.
"Among humans, your defenses are fairly decent. Oh, right, your true qi really does have something to it. But... you're too stupid. Typical human thinking."
"You're clearly very foolish, yet you just have to think you're clever. You people have a term for it—self-righteous. It describes exactly someone like you."
"I often wonder, why can't people like you face the problem with your intelligence? What would it take to make you clearly realize that you're an idiot?"
"No, you won't. Precisely because you're too stupid, you'll never see your own stupidity, or even realize it exists. Even if you've suspected it before, you refuse to admit you're a dumb pig, a fool, a complete moron."
"This is the tragedy of humanity! Especially someone like you. Such fine true qi, used by you to this pathetic state. Heh... what a waste of heaven's gifts."
The Guardian gazed into the distance gloomily:
"Creatures like you aren't worthy of living, aren't worthy of surviving and multiplying, and aren't worthy of occupying these splendid mountains and rivers."
"What a beautiful and magnificent world! The thought that such a stirring world is filled with dumb pigs and stupid oxen like you makes my heart ache."
"Only by killing all of you, leaving not a single one behind, can this land become sacred and clean."
Zhao Ritian lay on the ground, then suddenly laughed.
"Heh heh heh, hahaha... heh heh heh ahaha..."
The Guardian frowned slightly. "What are you laughing at? Tell me your foolish thoughts."
"I'm laughing at you. A monster that's survived in a gutter for tens of thousands of years actually thinks