"Jiang Wang, an Outer Tower cultivator of Qi State, challenges Tai Yin, a Fourth Realm Outer Tower cultivator of Xia Kingdom!"
Jiang Wang strode upon Azure Clouds, bellowing furiously.
Tai Yin, surrounded by streaming winds, fled for his life.
"You yellow-haired brat, you spineless coward! Why don't you dare fight me?"
Jiang Green Sheep's voice shook the eight directions, but Tai Yin kept his mouth shut.
If anyone saw this scene, there would be no need to debate who was stronger. Tai Yin would, of course, lose all face.
"Afraid of me, are you? Your ancestors of the Tai Clan are watching you!"
"Show some courage! Turn around and fight me!"
"Too scared to fight, are you?"
"I'm recording all of this with an Image-Recording Stone!"
What a Lord Jiang! Alone, with sword in hand and a tongue sharp as knives, he chased Tai Yin of Xia Kingdom across the Mountain and Sea Realm, sending him fleeing like a wolf and a boar, too afraid to fight.
He carried himself like a lone hero riding a thousand miles, showing off his valor with a single sword.
But in his heart, Jiang Wang had to admit that a prodigy of a whole nation was bound to have a few tricks up his sleeve.
He felt he was performing at his best. By any reckoning, he'd learned six or seven tenths of Xu Xiangan and Chongxuan Sheng's talent for cursing people. Yet his opponent didn't waver in the slightest, with only one clear goal: run.
His verbal attacks were useless, and he was always just a little too slow to catch up. No matter how hard he chased, all he saw was the other man's back.
If he could easily catch up, he wouldn't have to rack his brains for insults...
Lord