Fujiki Naotsugu's pupils kept contracting, for the first time in his life, he felt an intense sense of disbelief. This was something he used to impart to his opponents.
So much so that his thinking paused for a moment, had Shi Xiaole seized the opportunity to strike, not even gods or ghosts could have saved him.
"Are you really one of the Terrestrial Immortals?"
Fujiki Naotsugu's Central Plain speech was never standard, and it was now even more disorganized.
"What do you think?"
Shi Xiaole turned around slowly, resembling a dramatic flashback in a play. In that instant, people nearly had their vision dazzled, feeling that all the stars in the sky couldn't compare to the brilliance of the young man in green by a fraction.
"Good, very good, Mister Shi, after coming to the Central Plain, you are the first true opponent I have met, and I can finally engage in a battle to my heart's content."
