Yao Wenyuan's words made Ning Wangshu laugh.
He glanced at Yao Wenyuan and said coolly, "You have a decent eye, I'll give you that. This Flying Sword in my hand is indeed a Half Immortal Artifact!"
Ning Wangshu paused, eyes narrowing as he continued to mock him. "You just told me that if I had the ability, I should put away this Half Immortal Artifact and fight you fair and square. But setting aside how ridiculous that is, Magic Artifacts are an important tool for cultivators."
"You say I shouldn't use it, so I shouldn't? Don't you think that's utterly laughable?"
"Besides, when cultivators fight to the death, they use every means at their disposal. Magic Artifacts and techniques are all part of their strength."
"You're a Body Integration Stage cultivator, yet you can say something so childish and ridiculous. Aren't you afraid of making a fool of yourself?"
Ning Wangshu's taunts left Yao Wenyuan red-faced and speechless, his heart burning with humiliation.
He had indeed spoken so absurdly because anger had clouded his judgment.
Before he could reply, Ning Wangshu sneered again. "But do you really think I'm relying only on this Half Immortal Artifact?"
"Your words were ridiculous, but today I'll let you see for yourself. Even without this Half Immortal Artifact—or any Magic Artifact or technique—I could kill you as easily as a chicken!"
As he spoke, Ning Wangshu wore a disdainful expression, his bearing proud and confident.
Then he added, "As for your talk of a fair and square fight, heh. I've lost interest in playing with you."
As soon as he finished, Ning Wangshu withdrew the Wangshu Sword and abruptly shouted, "Be suppressed!"
Rumble!
He spread his right hand and pressed down through the air.
In an instant, a surging, boundless force crashed down. Space