Wen Shiba was about to rush into the pavilion for a fight with Fang Bai, but Ghost Hand stepped across, blocking his path.
"You're not worthy of crossing hands with my Master!"
Ghost Hand looked down on Wen Shiba with contempt and sneered, "Even fighting with me, you're not worthy!"
Wen Shiba was a young man with tremendous talent but also an extreme arrogance. For the past thirty years, all he had heard were praises and flattery. He had barely faced any setbacks or hardships, which led him to develop a narcissistic attitude that he was "the number one young master in the Secular Ancient Martial World."
Yet now, this "number one young master" was not only scorned by Fang Bai but even his disciple dared to mock him, which completely infuriated Wen Shiba.
"Seeking death!"
With bloodshot eyes, Wen Shiba bellowed and suddenly leaped into the air. His legs swept out in rapid succession like autumn leaves before the wind, targeting Ghost Hand with a barrage of kicks.
