He Xiqing never took him seriously. That man, like a War God, had grander ambitions. Indeed, they might have a deep-seated enmity between them, but He Xiqing had never considered him as anything significant.
"Perhaps this is the mentality of the strong..."
With a long sigh, Du Chengfeng instinctively tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.
"Killing is easy, just like now. Slitting your throat would be effortless for me, but I choose not to kill you because I believe you pose no threat to me."
"You!"
Even though Cui Yuan had just conceded and surrendered, he couldn't help but be angered by these words.
"What if I continue to practice Swordsmanship? One day, surely..."
"That day will never come, because I will always be stronger."
Du Chengfeng raised his scabbard and patted Cui Yuan's shoulder.
"You might become strong, but I will always be stronger than you. You will never catch up to me in your lifetime."
"..."
Cui Yuan was stunned for a moment, speechless.
