"I would never dare claim to be the number one under the heavens, there are countless remarkable individuals in the world, what do I count for?"
Hearing Golden Mace Emperor's words, Shi Xiaole gently shook his head. The world was vast and filled with wonders; only by constantly harboring a sense of reverence could he remain diligent in his pursuit of excellence.
"Modesty is a virtue, but too much modesty becomes hypocrisy. Didn't you say earlier that there are very few here who could injure you? How arrogant you were at that time."
Golden Mace Emperor curled his lip, even he had to admit, after defeating Liu Ruofei, Shi Xiaole was in a league of his own when it came to swordplay. Aside from the Thousand Swords Emperor, truly no one could rival him, and finding a swordsman capable of catching his three strokes would be difficult.
But that was no capital for arrogance in front of the nine great masters!
