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Chapter 15: Let Me Teach You What True Power Means

The Death Knight shook his head.

"Do you have a noble title yet?" Ye Long asked again.

The Death Knight shook his head again.

"Tch! You can't even take human form, and you haven't earned a title. What the hell are you doing running around the world of the living, stirring up trouble? With that puny body of yours?"

Ye Long eyed the Death Knight's powerful physique sidelong and said disdainfully, "Where I come from, you'd have been sliced into who knows how many pieces by now. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't beat you up. Hurry back where you belong. Don't hang around here getting on my nerves.

"Fuck! When I was as weak as you, I stayed put in the underworld and didn't dare come out. But you? You actually came out here to kill people?"

"..." The Death Knight's mind was a jumble.

Ye Long was no stranger to Death Knights. As a soul cultivator of three hundred years, he had seen plenty. These Western Underworld-style Death Knights were only comparable to relatively powerful martial artists in the world of the living.

With that level of strength and a solid, zombie-like body, one appearing in the modern world of the living would be blown apart by mortal firearms within minutes and thoroughly taught how to be a ghost. Even in ancient times, there would be no need for mystic cultivators to intervene. Mortal martial artists could hack him into pieces.

The true qi practiced by martial artists in the Central Plains was, in fact, the basic form of the spiritual energy used by mystic cultivators. Ye Long had been a fairly skilled martial artist while alive. Even then, dealing with a Death Knight like