Every word Saint Lord Taichu said basically reflected all of his current psychological activity.
At that moment, Saint Lord Taichu said with a smile, "Watch closely, everyone. See how I humiliate this brat. He's skinny as a monkey, yet he dared challenge me. Now he can't even break the Vajra Shield on my body."
"I think there's no need for people like him to continue existing in the future!"
After every sentence, Saint Lord Taichu could see Zhu Yeqing's expression growing especially grim.
Saint Lord Taichu was not being long-winded, nor was he lacking in manners. The reason he said such things was entirely because he wanted to provoke his opponent.
That way, Zhu Yeqing would unleash one hundred percent of his combat strength and strike him with all his power. Wouldn't that make the battle more thrilling?
If his opponent kept holding back and never dared reveal his true strength, then honestly, this battle would be terribly boring.
Saint Lord Taichu was born fearing boredom most of all. He could barely accept anything else besides boredom, and for all these years, he had been searching for an opponent who could defeat him.
To put it in the words of ordinary people, it was like paying someone to challenge him.
Anyone who could defeat him could take five hundred taels of gold. Over the years, quite a few challengers had come one after another, but they had basically all left in disgrace.
How could they possibly have such strength? At their level and stage, they were no different from useless trash.
Saint Lord Taichu said with a smile, "Alright, stop talking nonsense, Zhu Yeqing. I know you're a coward, a complete coward. The moment you saw my majesty, you didn't even dare draw your blade."
"What need or meaning is