"What? I drew the peerless martial soul Duan Yu? Are you kidding me?"
Jiang Heng had planned to lie flat in Sword's Arrival, so he stared at the peerless martial soul Duan Yu, elegant and handsome as a jade-faced gentleman, in disbelief. He looked like a fool as he let out a lewd, raucous laugh.
With Duan Yu at my side, the world is mine!
What? You say my comprehension isn't good enough? I can look at a middle-grade Yellow-tier martial art and immediately grasp the legendary Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms. How about that?
What? You say my lightness skill can't compare to yours? Fine, let's test it out. Try my world's number one lightness skill, the Lingbo Microsteps!
What? You say my swordsmanship can't compare to yours? Oh, want to try my Six Meridians Divine Sword?
Hmm? You say no matter how powerful a martial cultivator gets, they still can't compare to an immortal cultivator? Sorry, maybe you haven't seen my sword-riding technique yet. Want me to open your eyes?
