"You pampered sons of noble houses gamble at the slightest disagreement, gambling on heaven and earth as if even the gods themselves must yield to you. Today, your grandpa will teach you a lesson: in this mortal world, not everyone has to yield to you!"
The burly man roared, pointing a massive hammer at Ye Tian.
"Brat, come fight your grandpa for three hundred rounds!"
Yet Ye Tian remained utterly unhurried. He idly fiddled with his fingertips and said lightly,
"If I lose, I will give you the toad beneath me. If you lose, I want nothing else—I only need to borrow the head on your shoulders. How about it?"
"You want to trade this beast for your grandpa's head?"
The burly man flared with anger, believing Ye Tian had looked down on him.
"You are overthinking it, sir. The three-legged toad beneath me is a treasure among exotic beasts. Aside from its formidable cultivation, it has other uses as well. Your head, meanwhile, is nothing more than a lump of rotten flesh. What is it worth? To dream of comparing it with this creature is truly to overestimate yourself."
Ye Tian gently shook his head, mockery written all over his face.
The burly man snorted coldly. With his left hand, he hurled the massive hammer engraved with a mysterious serpent at Ye Tian with all his strength. It streaked through the air in a flash of light, moving at terrifying speed, its enormous impact kicking up a fierce gale around it.
Though the hammer was incredibly fast, beneath Ye Tian's Fiery Golden Eyes, it became exceedingly slow.
He merely raised a hand, and the Sword Dragon gave a low cry as Sword Qi surged forth in an instant.
The tornado-like Sword Qi swept up the howling hammer and hurled