Jiang Dali's thoroughly reasoned yet utterly unreasonable words not only amused the onlookers, but also made Wang Yuyan and the others beside him burst into laughter once they came to their senses. Even Xiao Feng was rendered speechless, unable to help recalling the time Jiang Dali had called himself "Leader Brother" and sought him out to forcibly drag him into a baffling fight.
By now, this former bandit chief had become a highly respected Prince of both Song and Ming, a great tyrant whose mere stomp could make the realms of several Vassal States tremble. Yet his way of doing things remained unchanged, truly leaving people unsure whether to laugh or cry.
But one person could neither laugh nor cry at this moment. He was so furious that his heart trembled, as though every blood vessel in his body were about to burst.
Provocation!
This was blatant provocation!
Ever since he had earned the title Southern Scale Sword Master, Duan Shuai had never again been so provoked to his face. His eyes narrowed and darkened, then suddenly flashed before turning pitch-black. Uncontrollable fury seemed to ignite within his pupils as his hand clenched the hilt of his sword and he coldly barked each word.
"Black Wind Stronghold Master! You are even more arrogant than Northern Mad Saber Nie Renwang! Since you wish to fight, I, Duan Shuai, will accompany you to the end!"
Though he said this, his gaze had already fallen upon the people beside Jiang Dali.
Jiang Dali smiled faintly, and a trace of fighting spirit flashed through his deep, vast eyes.
Having just broken through to the Heavenly Being 9th Realm and formed Three Flower Body Protection, he truly wanted to find a suitable, sturdy opponent to test himself against.
Originally, that candidate should have been Nie