Descartes naturally could not say that he did not dare fight Jiang Yang. Jiang Yang was already dead, so he could say whatever he wanted.
"It is fine if I take his place. I failed to kill you last time, but this time, you are as good as dead!"
Qiu Chan's face was full of disdain. They knew better than anyone whether Jiang Yang was dead, but since the people of the Land of Filth believed he was dead, it was a good thing. It could buy more time for the slumbering Jiang Yang.
However, Descartes's tone made Qiu Chan rather displeased.
"You're nothing but a mongrel sheltered by the Lord of Filth, and you think you are worthy of being compared to Jiang Yang? Aren't you taking yourself a little too seriously?"
Qiu Chan did not take Descartes seriously at all. The only reason he had survived this long was because of the Lord of Filth's protection. Without the Lord of Filth, no one knew where he would have died.
How was someone like that worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as Jiang Yang?
"Slaying you would only dirty my sword!"
Qiu Chan shook her head. Descartes truly was no good thing. Killing him would only soil her sword.
"Your tongue is certainly sharp. Let's see whether you can still talk like that in a moment!"
Descartes stepped forward with his blade in hand and instantly appeared before Qiu Chan. With a casual slash, an unmatched edge sent her flying a hundred meters away.
Both were Level Six Professionals. One was the Son of Destiny of the Land of Filth, while the other was Dawn's Sword Immortal Maiden.
Qiu Chan's Jing Jue Sword inheritance was not much inferior to the opportunities granted to a Son of Destiny.