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The best way to make someone miserable is not to defeat them, but to drive them insane.
In Chu Ning's view, defeating Qian Zhen at this moment was far less satisfying than not giving Qian Zhen any chance and making him go crazy with frustration.
Besides, he had brought only seventy thousand flying swords this time; Qian Zhen, as the Saint Heir of the Jiuxiao Sacred Land, possessed unquestionable strength and, most importantly, must have had no small number of treasures on him.
After all, the Jiuxiao Sacred Land was a supreme power in the Upper Realms, and Qian Zhen, as its Saint Heir, represented the face of the Sacred Land, which would certainly bestow upon him powerful primordial instruments or divine skills.
Having just seventy thousand flying swords, Chu Ning might not be able to secure a win against Qian Zhen; in that case, it was better to stop there.
"Senior Chu didn't seem to say he wanted to challenge the Saint Heir of Jiuxiao Sacred Land."
