Four eyes met, each with indomitable reasons not to back down, yet Zhao Shijue seemed unmistakably more complacent.
Being a prince, he dared to enter a fight to the death, but how many truly dared to kill him?
Although Su Chengyu was indeed bold, he did not believe Su Chengyu to be ignorant.
Despite his contempt for this loose cultivator who emerged from a remote area, after witnessing his two battles, Zhao Shijue had to admit that Su Chengyu did have some cunning about him.
But it was precisely because of these little tricks that Zhao Shijue was certain Su Chengyu would not dare to kill him.
"Prince Jue, do you dare to come up here, betting that I wouldn't dare to kill you?"
"Not at all; I just hope you understand the difference between you and me."
"Difference?"
Unable to resist, Su Chengyu laughed: "How big is the difference between you and me? Is there the distinction between immortal and mortal?"
Zhao Shijue's eyes furrowed in displeasure.
