The black-robed youth stood up again, a vicious smile spreading across his face. "This king enjoys prey like you, the kind that fights back."
"It makes things more interesting!"
He pointed at Xiao Chen and declared, "You have now earned the right to have your head severed after death and become one of this king's trophies."
Despite his words, the black-robed youth didn't charge forward again.
Their brief exchange might have seemed simple.
But for a Body Cultivator, such a clear difference in strength was enough to determine who was superior.
So, with a mere thought, nine pillars of water erupted from beneath the black-robed youth's feet once more.
"Go!"
He flicked his index finger toward Xiao Chen, and the nine streams of water crashed down in unison.
Seeing the black-robed youth reuse the same technique—an incredibly powerful one at that—the hearts of the surrounding crowd leaped into their throats.
