"I do not want to spend time cleaning up the people from the Law Enforcement Hall. The True Martial School has no time to waste on such matters now!" Ye Xiwen said directly. "So I also hope you will not do anything that disappoints me!"
"After all these years, you are still the same. You have not changed, still so confident!" Mu Shengjie said. "But I am still somewhat unwilling to accept this. Over these years, I know you have made tremendous progress, but I too have never stopped, not even for a moment. Even against Huang Wuji, I am confident that I have the ability to contend with him. If I cannot fight you now, no matter what, I will never be satisfied!"
Endless battle intent flickered in Mu Shengjie's eyes. How many years had it been? Back then, he had lost to Ye Xiwen, and though he had accepted that defeat wholeheartedly, it did not mean he was completely convinced by Ye Xiwen. That was impossible. Their paths in life were still long—how could he be so easily subdued?
Over the years, he had cultivated bitterly day and night. His power had grown with each passing day, and he had already entered an inconceivable realm. He believed he had enough confidence to challenge Ye Xiwen once more, even though Ye Xiwen had just said that killing him would take no effort at all.
Yet he was still unwilling to accept it. If he could not truly fight Ye Xiwen, he would never be satisfied even in death.
Ye Xiwen glanced at Mu Shengjie. How could he not know what Mu Shengjie was thinking? With that in mind, he said, "Fine, then. Make your move!"
He did not know what kind of cultivation Mu Shengjie had undergone over the