Seeing Qin Jiang getting angry, Shen Lian laughed even more wildly, having achieved his goal.
However, he wasn't ready to stop there; he wanted to add fuel to the fire.
He wanted to make Qin Jiang lose control of his emotions.
He continued to scoff, "What's the matter? Did I hit a nerve?"
"Weaklings only know how to spout nonsense. In my view, you're exactly that kind of person."
"Perhaps you have no idea about the gap between us?"
"Let me enlighten you, I am the Master of Qingmen, the foremost power in Zhonghai, and also the most demonic martial arts prodigy of the Earth Hall in a hundred years, becoming the youngest leader of the Brocade-Clothed Army."
"And you?"
"Your position, is it not a privilege wrested for you by your father, who pushed you here with his own hands? Otherwise, do you think you'd still have the chance to stand here?"
Shen Lian's words were dripping with thick sarcasm.
"Is that so?"
