"What a corny villain line." Eryke's expression twisted oddly as he looked at the Sect Master of the Million Gold Sect.
"Hmph." The fat man snorted in disdain. "Don't think the Million Gold Sect is an easy target. If you were facing our hordes of Martial Artists, you would have only encountered First-stage or lower Martial Artists. However, now you'll be facing a Transcendent Martial Artist."
"What does it matter how high your strength is?" Eryke shook his head with contempt. "Such pitiful power is nothing more than that of an ant to me."
"Oh?" The man arched his brows. "Are you claiming you're stronger than our Sect Ancestor?"
"Yes." Eryke replied with a single word, his Sword Will humming in agreement.
"..." The Sect Leader hesitated before speaking. "If that's the case, then why didn't you wipe out all those hordes of Martial Artists before coming here?"
