"If you refuse to toast, then you shall drink a forfeit," Lei Ting said imperiously. "If you wish to die, I will grant your wish."
"You're nothing but trash stuck in the True Immortal Middle Stage, pretending to be a big shot. Even a single hair from my master could kill you," Su Hang said disdainfully. "If it were me, give me just one month, and I could beat you so badly even your parents wouldn't recognize you."
Lei Ting's face turned ashen. He said, "Zhao Qianyao, don't say I didn't give you face. If I don't kill this madman today, I swear I'm no man at all."
"Hasn't this young friend said it? He wishes to fight you to the death in one month. Why not wait a month? Could it be that Valley Master Lei fears being defeated by him after one month?" Zhao Qianyao, stroking his beard, said, all the while secretly admiring Su Hang's courage. After so many years, he had never seen anyone dare to insult Lei Ting like this.
