True Person Du'e turned his gaze toward Liu Sui, who stood in red with her sword. The greed in his eyes had yet to fade, and now lust joined it.
He looked her up and down, then chuckled. "After all these years in the Northern Sky Prison, I've never seen a seventh-tier female Sword Cultivator... A rare bedwarmer indeed. You should be able to withstand a little rough handling."
"Those low-tier women fell apart after a single night. Utterly dull."
At his words, Liu Sui merely narrowed her eyes slightly. Sword intent quietly rose around her, but her sword remained sheathed, like a cold blade hiding its edge, poised yet unreleased.
With the insight and temperament she had forged through a hundred battles, those few words were nowhere near enough to disturb her composure. A handful of lewd remarks certainly would not make her lose control.
Still, this Rogue Du'e before her truly deserved her full attention.
A Rogue Cultivator who had reached the seventh tier in the Sword Way was already one in ten thousand. Moreover, his sword intent seemed to conceal two entirely different paths. He was no ordinary Sword Cultivator.
Ye Chenjun added at just the right moment, "He once killed a seventh-tier member of the Demon Race in public."
In a clash between equals, victory alone was difficult enough. Killing one's opponent on the spot was harder still.
When seventh-tier cultivators fought, even the weaker party could usually find a chance to escape.
Yet True Person Du'e had managed to kill someone of his own tier. That alone showed how ruthless his methods were. His reputation was no empty boast.
Hearing this, True Person Du'e chuckled, sounding rather pleased with himself. "To think this old man's name has become so renowned."
Ye Chenjun did not respond.