"So strong!"
Li Ping'an's spell had never been broken by any cultivator before, prompting him to praise it sincerely.
"Immortal Li, show me all you've got!"
The arrogant Pei Yuanjing was not frightened by Li Ping'an's skills; instead, he flew towards Li Ping'an with even more excitement.
"Foolish wretch who knows not the face of death, must I defeat you before you concede?"
"In this life, one should revel to their heart's content. With a longsword in hand, if one cannot reach the pinnacle, what joy is there? Let the turbulent mortal world be mine to roam. Even if thousands stand against me, why should I fear? Only reaching the peak is truly thrilling. I want to stir the winds and clouds in life and leave a legacy lasting a thousand autumns after death. Once I've entered the Taoist sect, I will be unbeatable!"
Pei Yuanjing bowed again, displaying extreme deference while hiding a needle in a cotton, arrogantly raising his hand and enticingly saying to Li Ping'an:
