"Heh heh, Little White Face, do you really want to kill me?" You licked the blood from the corner of your mouth, and the smile on your face seemed particularly malevolent.
"Killing an ignorant mortal like you, I'd feel like I'm dirtying my sword."
Changsun Zhongkang waved his longsword and said with a disdainful tone, "I'm only using the elemental energy of the most basic 'Combined Martial Realm' to fight you. You absolutely cannot defeat me, I advise you to give up on that idea. That person is definitely not someone you can touch. Let me tell you, my intention wasn't to duel you this time, it's the higher-ups' will. The higher-ups don't want you interfering in Wu Zhao's life, otherwise you only have one path left—death!"
"The higher-ups? Heh heh heh, brother doesn't understand this higher-ups, lower-downs, brother only knows that Wu Zhao is my woman, and nobody but me can have any delusions about her." You clenched your fists, ready to make a move.