Tang Xian'er pulled up her leather collar to cover her face, tugged at her wrist guard, and walked over with a clenched fist,
"You showed some skill earlier, come on! Let's have a fight!"
Chen Debiao,
"She said you showed... huh? Where's your accent gone again? Trying to trick me?"
Chen Xuantian smiled wryly,
"She had her Primordial Spirit locked on me the entire time, ready to strike before she even spoke. Now she's transmitting through Inner Strength, there's even brainwave correction...
You're a mighty Nascent Soul Martial God, everyone in the Jianghu knows the Tang family's matriarch's reputation, there's no need to stoop to the level of a Mixed Cultivator like me. Even if you win, it's not exactly honorable, right?"
Tang Xian'er snorted coldly,
"Since you learned the old man's skills, you're his disciple, and I'm your master-wife, so it's only natural I guide you on his behalf, no need to be polite! Make your move!"
Chen Xuantian shook his head and said,
