Ye Tian knew that Chen Shou, that fellow with a screw loose in his head, was the only one he might be able to pry information out of.
Moreover, not only was Chen Shou slow-witted, his temper was actually quite foul as well.
Right now, Ye Tian intended to provoke Chen Shou.
Once a cultivator's emotions fluctuated, it was already not bad if they could bring out fifty or sixty percent of their full strength.
Even if he was confident of winning, it was still good to increase his odds a little.
Besides, Ye Tian still had one or perhaps several brutal battles ahead of him. He did not want to spend too much strength or mental energy here.
"How can that trash possibly be mentioned in the same breath as us Rakshasa Hall cultivators?" Chen Shou looked coldly at Ye Tian. "Senior Brother cultivates a divine ability even stronger than the Heavenly Desolation Blood Sacrifice Method. Of course, you are not qualified to see it, because you are about to die by my hand."
Although Zu Hua had repeatedly emphasized the terrifying nature of Ye Tian's divine sense, spatial arts, and swordsmanship, Chen Shou did not feel much about it.
He believed that the Heavenly Desolation Blood Sacrifice Method of his sect was invincible.
This inexplicable confidence left Chen Shou in no hurry at all.
Naturally, this was also because Senior Brother had personally instructed him.
According to the plan, Zu Hua would intercept An Zaitian, while Chen Shou would hold back Ye Tian.
As long as they waited for Senior Brother to arrive with reinforcements, victory would be assured beyond all doubt.
Yet Chen Shou was brimming with confidence and felt that this plan was a little too cautious.
When he failed to see the expected terror on