But at once, Pei Yupo fiercely swept away that trace of cowardice. His golden sword pointed at Sikong Jing again as he shouted, "Interesting. No matter what the outcome is today, I am invincible below Emperor Martial, because you are bound to die."
As his words fell, Pei Yupo's true energy exploded once more. Gripping his sword, he slashed out a chaotic storm of sword radiance.
Before the tomb gate, Sikong Jing watched the disorderly sword radiance and suddenly laughed...
"I suddenly find this very boring."
"You're actually afraid. You're actually afraid of losing to me, so you first gave yourself a dose of confidence—meaning that even if you lose later, you can have the female powerhouse beside you wipe me out."
"As long as I die, you can go on dreaming that you're invincible below Emperor Martial."
"Ha ha, I thought Pei Kuang would send a somewhat more formidable son this time. Turns out you're nothing more than this."
Sikong Jing was not being arrogant, nor was he trying to provoke anyone. He was merely stating the truth as he saw it.
After just one move, Pei Yupo had already become afraid of losing.
Such an opponent was truly boring to Sikong Jing. It had been a very, very long time since he had encountered a young genius who could make him fight with everything he had. He had thought Pei Yupo might qualify, but he really was not much.
Deep in his bones, Sikong Jing was equally battle-hungry.
As the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts, how could he possibly not love battle? But Pei Yupo was unworthy.
As Sikong Jing relentlessly exposed him, even though that was precisely what Pei Yupo had been thinking, his expression still changed wildly. Refusing to admit it, he said, "Nonsense! Go die!"