"My name is Feng San, known among outlaws as Mad Sword!"
With his hands clasped behind his back, Feng San regarded Divine Fist Judge Xi Bitian with a measure of contempt and provocation. "Your fist intent is barely worth a glance. What is there to be proud of? With that paltry ability, how dare you act so brazenly before my lord?"
"Feng San? Never heard of you. But you certainly talk big."
Xi Bitian narrowed his eyes, his aura turning exceedingly dangerous. "You have no business judging my Martial Dao. We can certainly put them to the test. I will not lose to you."
Though he had lost the contest of martial intent, he would not necessarily lose in an actual fight.
Xi Bitian's Hundred-Step Divine Fist excelled at long-range combat, and his movement skills were exceptional.
Even before Xi Bitian had reached third rank, many experts whose cultivation far surpassed his had been worn down and killed by his bombardment from three to five li away!
Feng San gave a derisive laugh. "All you have is a movement technique of myriad divine transformations, with mastery of Divine Speed and Heaven-Changing arts. You may swagger before others, but before me, you still fall short."
Both men's auras abruptly sharpened.
Seeing that the two were on the verge of erupting, Iron-Faced Judge Luo Yang hurried forward to block Xi Bitian.
His voice grew stern. "Bitian! This is the benefactor who saved me and our brothers. You must not offend him!"
Chu Xisheng also swept his sleeve lightly. "Mister Feng, I told you, he is our friend."
"My lord!"
Feng San turned sideways and bowed to Chu Xisheng, his expression conceited. "You consider him a friend, my lord, but he may not feel the same. I have no wish to fight, but