The first clash between Xiao Fan and Zhang Yunlu had only just begun, yet Zhang Yunlu was already at a disadvantage.
"The human body is frail. Cultivation requires enduring countless hardships, and refining the Three Gates is so difficult that only one in ten million can succeed." The voice was cold and calm. "But my race is blessed by Heaven's Will. We are born with Heaven-Forged Dao Foundations. Why would you reject that?"
Born with Heaven-Forged Dao Foundations?
"We once raised all living beings as livestock, and all spirits bowed before us. Even the stars in the heavens were once our pasture."
As the voice continued to ring in her ears, scene after scene began to appear in Zhang Yunlu's mind.
Drinking from the River of Stars, all spirits kneeling in worship.
They were all scenes Xiao Fan had once witnessed.
"And what about now?" Zhang Yunlu suddenly said. "Haven't you become rats in a gutter?"
What era did they think this was? Who still fell for such shoddy scam tactics?
Did they think they could trick people just by spouting some grandiose nonsense and conjuring up a few illusions?
As a student at Xuanjian City No. 3 Middle School, she had always paid close attention to the school's annual anti-fraud seminars.
Even the most useless scam gangs had a hundred times better patter than this.
"Xiao Fan" paused, then his sword attacks suddenly grew fierce!
So be it. Human sword cultivators were all this ungrateful.
Clang! Clang!
As his attacks grew more ferocious, Zhang Yunlu found it harder and harder to defend. In just a few moments, she was on the verge of disaster.
"Xiao Fan's" swordplay had no set style, yet it was incredibly "precise"—or perhaps "perfect" would be a better word.
Every move was flawless, as if