Wang Meng shrugged. "Haha, I'm not as noble as you make me out to be. I imagine Li Tianyi and the others are the same. We just fight for our own beliefs. The Holy Hall has its own share of problems, but that doesn't stop us, and it certainly doesn't make us cynical. Most importantly, we find joy in a fight like this!"
"Joy in a fight?" Qi Feiyu paused, then threw his head back and laughed.
"You certainly are a special one. To orchestrate a scene like this, you actually went out of your way to provoke me. You... you're nothing like the usual Holy Hall style. You're more like an Evil Cultivator, or one of us Demon Cultivators. Fighting for your own ideals... very good. I'll grant you the mercy of leaving your corpse intact!"
Wang Meng shook his head helplessly. "I can't promise you the same courtesy!"
A cruel smile touched the corner of Qi Feiyu's lips. 'From a combat perspective, this is a very interesting opponent.'
