In his previous life, Zhang Sanwei had been killed because he lacked sufficient strength, at the hands of people dispatched by other sects.
Naturally, he held personal strength in extremely high regard.
Besides, he basically did not believe everything that came out of the other man's mouth—especially that claim that even Spirit Hall's archives did not contain as much knowledge as he possessed.
Just who did a mere Soul Grandmaster think he was, to dare say such things?
Back in the Shu-region Tang Sect, that man would have died hundreds, if not thousands, of times already.
Moreover, he stood at the bottom of the Soul Master world. Where had he obtained all that knowledge? It could not possibly have all come from his own personal experiences.
Anyone with a brain could pick apart those words and find them riddled with inconsistencies.
In the Tang Sect, as long as inner disciples had not committed grave offenses, they were generally not sentenced to death. When enemies invaded, they naturally had to contribute their strength.
But when enemies came to kill them, elders would naturally step in to protect them.
That man was only a level 26 Soul Grandmaster. He was already not young, yet he had failed to break through level 30 for so long, proving that his talent was truly lacking. When facing a powerful enemy, what could he possibly use to protect himself?
That mouth of his, full of nothing but boasts?
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue could no longer suppress the smile at the corner of her lips and burst into laughter.
She would never pass up an opportunity to mock Yu Xiaogang.
Since she could not kill him for the time being, she would collect a little interest first.
Hearing that unrestrained laughter, Yu Xiaogang turned his head