Yang Qi shook his head. Good grief, does everyone in the Jingnan Royal Mansion think so highly of themselves? The old man he'd killed was like that. So was the little prince. And the Blood-Hand Butcher was even worse. Don't these people understand the principle that there's always a higher mountain to climb and a stronger person to meet? What's wrong with the way they think?
Seeing Yang Qi walk toward Thunderbolt Saber, everyone gasped. Yang Qi looked far too young. Compared to the imposing, murderous Thunderbolt Saber, he seemed completely outmatched. Could he really fight him?
Although many people knew Yang Qi had achieved one hundred consecutive victories that day, Thunderbolt Saber was ranked in the top five of the True Martial White Tower. He was in a completely different league than the fighters on the ninety-ninth layer.
