"Hmph, a discarded pupil that even the Taixuan Sect didn't want; barely fit to be used as trash," the man in the purple robe said, lavishing him with high praise without reservation. "How could he possibly be compared to you, Young Master Meng?"
Yet Meng Zifei did not disappoint in living up to that praise. Despite his Dao heart nearly collapsing not long before, he had swiftly steadied his mind with but a few words.
"Don't waste your efforts anymore. Your game is over. Yang Zhao and Huang Kang, your two puppets, have clearly been completely destroyed, and Si Chen certainly won't let that piece of trash under your control live. Even if you destroy the Mountain Realm and cause rivers of blood to flow into the sea, you will not be able to take it with you!"
A deeper smile flickered in the man's eyes: "I have indeed underestimated you."
