Looking at the confident Chen Changsheng, Tie Yunpeng said softly, "Are you really that confident you can defeat me?"
"That's an interesting thing to say. Isn't defeating you perfectly normal?"
"I only played along with you slowly because I had other matters to attend to. You don't really think I'm afraid of you, do you?"
Facing Chen Changsheng's arrogance, Tie Yunpeng said, "I know your cultivation is stronger than mine, and I know killing me would be as easy as turning over your hand."
"But are you truly certain you can beat me on the battlefield?"
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng glanced at the sand table before Tie Yunpeng and said blandly, "In recent years, I've rarely taken command of matters that leave my hands dripping with blood."
"So your opponent this time won't be me."
"You plan to use Jiang Shan against me?"
"Not to use Jiang Shan against you, but to use you to temper Jiang Shan."
"With your level of ability, you're not even worth treating as an enemy."
Crack!
A fissure appeared in the sand table beneath Tie Yunpeng's hand.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng said blandly, "Getting angry is useless. Don't think that just because the world has called you the Military God for a few years, you're truly an invincible Military God."
"And not to mention Jiang Shan—I suspect you might not even be a match for His Majesty."
"You control half of Great Song's military power, yet His Majesty was willing to let you leave the capital. Think carefully about why that is."
With that, Chen Changsheng vanished, leaving Tie Yunpeng standing alone where he was.
Grand Preceptor Pang's residence.
Whoosh!
The teacup in Grand Preceptor Pang's hand was snatched away, and Chen Changsheng sat down in a chair in a huff.
Seeing Chen