"If you've got the guts, come out!"
"If you've got the guts, don't use martial arts!"
"You..."
"What about me?"
"Sharp-tongued brat!"
"That's the only line you know. Can't you come up with something fresh?"
As a Prince, Nian Xiaoqing had never had anyone talk back to him like this!
In a battle of words, he really was no match for Song Yaoyao!
Besides the pain in both legs, he felt as though Song Yaoyao was about to anger him into suffering internal injuries.
Guagua: [Host, Nian Xiaoqing is right there. Why don't you just shoot him in the head?
Why insist on shooting his knees?
What kind of twisted pleasure are you getting out of this?]
Song Yaoyao: [If he hadn't been planning to attack me, I would still have respected him as a former god of war.
We're on different sides. Even if things have reached the point where only one of us can live, I'd still send him on his way with a swift death.
But now, he's pointed his spear straight at me.
Since he's so eager to court death, there's no need for me to be polite.
He wanted to use martial arts against me, someone who knows none, so I'll let him get a taste of something he doesn't have first.
Now, even if he survives, both his legs are ruined. The former god of war can no longer stand and has become a cripple. That must be a bitter pill to swallow, right?
A crippled Prince still wants to restore his kingdom and become emperor? What kind of daydream is that?
I'm afraid none of the people under heaven would accept him!]
Guagua: [That's true. Throughout all the dynasties, no one with a physical disability has become emperor.
You've cut off his path