Compared to that domineering, chilling Netherworld Flame, Qing Shuang found the mysterious man even more intriguing.
So she followed Shi Kang.
"Shi Kang, I'll say this one last time. Stop following me, or don't blame me for being rude."
If this were not the Thousand Traders Auction House, where fighting was forbidden and one had to follow the rules, and if he had not always refrained from showing even the slightest hostility or ill intent toward women, he would have acted long ago.
Prideful and arrogant? Even better. He liked taming them.
Qing Shuang snorted coldly at his warning. Not only did she refuse to retreat, she straightened her slender waist and stared directly at him, her clear voice brimming with confidence.
"You may not be able to defeat me."
Shi Kang paused, then let out a low laugh. The disdain in his laughter was completely undisguised.
He had defeated even genuine Heavenly Sovereigns. Could he possibly fail to defeat a woman at the Earthly Sovereign Great Perfection stage who was equally proud and arrogant?
He sized Qing Shuang up. Young, beautiful, with an extraordinary bearing and a profound foundation—at a glance, she was clearly a genius carefully nurtured by some transcendent great clan.
It was only natural for a young genius to reach the Earthly Sovereign Great Perfection stage, to be proud and arrogant, and to think herself unmatched beneath the heavens.
Shi Kang could not be bothered to waste words on a genius spoiled by her clan. With a snort, he turned and walked away, leisurely strolling through the streets. He seemed to be idly browsing, but he was actually secretly checking whether there was anything worth picking up.
"Ah, I truly need that Netherworld Flame. Can you sell it to me? You spent over a hundred million