"Qiao Yuan, heh heh, your luck has run out! Tsk, tsk, the [Golden Word Lock] is wasted on you! Let me tell you, if I'd had a decent card, I would have made the top hundred of the [Black Line Star Ranking] ages ago. Even the top fifty would have been possible. Heaven has finally taken pity on me-I'm about to get a good card!"
A vicious gleam flashed in Sang Hanshui's triangular eyes, and his expression brimmed with triumph.
A Sang let out a startled cry. "I remember now! Sang Hanshui-he's ranked one hundred and twenty-second on the [Black Line Star Ranking]!"
"One hundred and twenty-second? Hmph, that'll soon be history!" Sang Hanshui said sinisterly. He looked at Chen Mu with feigned pity. "Qiao Yuan, you probably never imagined this. From the moment you killed Mota, you brought a mountain of trouble down on yourself. That idiot Dang Han thought he was the only one who knew how extraordinary the [Golden Word Lock] was. Heh, how could he know how much effort I've put into finding a suitable card? I've studied practically every powerful card that ever appeared in Federation history! Heh heh, Wen told Dang Han about you, hoping to kill you with Dang Han's hands. Who would have thought that Wen, who always prided himself on plans that never missed a thing, would slip up one day?"
At this, he grew even more smug. "Ha ha, this truly is heaven's will! Wen has grand ambitions, heh heh, and he didn't want you upsetting the situation. Ha ha, so the prize fell straight into my lap! You're quite capable yourself. You've only had the [Golden Word Lock] for such a short time, yet you've already mastered five or six ways to use it. You're much smarter than that