At this moment, Saint Lord Taichu had already appeared on the arena. This was not an arena for the rankings, but one for his personal battles.
He had only one goal: to beat every person who disliked him into complete submission and make them understand.
Just how difficult he was to deal with. Zhu Yeqing looked thin and frail, standing less than 1.7 meters tall, with nothing but skin and bones all over his body.
Yet a single punch from him carried nearly three thousand kilograms of force, so his strength was absolutely not to be underestimated.
That was why Saint Lord Taichu had always considered Zhu Yeqing a respectable and formidable opponent. Zhu Yeqing had not admitted defeat just because his physique differed greatly from Saint Lord Taichu's.
On the contrary, he had pushed his courage to its absolute limit, all to tell himself, the land, and the first batch of people.
When you decided to do something, you had to devote yourself to it wholeheartedly instead of scattering your attention here and there. That was meaningless.
Saint Lord Taichu said to Zhu Yeqing, "Young man, I didn't expect you to actually dare to come. Not bad. In my imagination, I thought you were quite impressive."
"Whether in strength or courage, you've basically reached an entirely new level. Of course, having said that..."
"Are you sure you have a way to beat me? Are you sure? If you are, then come at me. But life is precious. You only get one life."
"Once you die, you'll never be able to come back. So you'd better think this through carefully."
Before long, Zhu Yeqing burst into loud laughter. He said to Saint Lord Taichu, "What's there to fear? Even if I can't beat you, I'll still fight. Since ancient times,