Wang Hu and the others found the handsome young man's words extremely laughable. The opponent was merely a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, who in their own sect would only be a lowly outer disciple, yet he dared to be so boastful. To watch him carry himself in such a gentlemanly manner was to see nothing more than a brainless fool.
Ding Fan had long since begun his inner study of the "Wind-like Sword Technique" and "Mortal Fist". Naturally, he had no interest in listening to the other's preachings, which sounded like the biggest joke under heaven. The Vice City Lord of Dancheng, a Grade Nine Alchemist, the big brother of the Thirty-Six Lake Masters, the sect master of Dayang Sect, being lectured by a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator—Ding Fan couldn't help but feel like bursting into laughter at the thought.
It was utterly ridiculous.
