Qiuxiang Hanyu (1)

"Erm, little maiden-"

Qiuxiang Hanyu interrupted Lu Qingyun with a soft chuckle, "Big brother, do not think of me as a little maiden but an opponent. Why are you hesitating? Are you afraid of losing? I've heard that you're only a lowly first realm cultivator."

Lu Qingyun: …

"I've heard that you have a divine sword. Are you afraid that even with a divine sword that is in your hands, you will lose to me?"

Lu Qingyun: …

"Or are you afraid of losing face in front of your master? Afraid of losing the face of your Heavens Ridge Villa?"

Lu Qingyun: …

"Are you afraid?"

"Or are you a coward?"

"Or a chicken?"

"You have no guts?"

Lu Qingyun had finally unsheathed his sword from his spatial ring.

Qiuxiang Hanyu looked pleased and smiled, "Finally you have the courage to fight me."