"You must be Cui Yulong!" Ao Wuchang looked over Cui Yulong and said coldly, "I heard you had an incredible opportunity in the Western Frontier, spending two years learning from the Western Xinjiang Purple-Robed Lama and greatly improving your skills. But do you really think with just your skills and that so-called Evil Blade you can challenge me? Hmph, even if the Purple-Robed Lama were here, he might not necessarily best Mr. Ao!"
"Damn, aren't you worried about bragging too much?" Ghost King Li Ruoyuan immediately shouted, "You don't see even the Purple-Robed Lama as a threat. Who do you think you are? Are you one of the Five Unmatches of the World? Hmph, if the Purple-Robed Lama were here, I'd love to see you boast like that!"
Ao Wuchang's face turned cold as he suddenly looked at Ghost King Li Ruoyuan with icy eyes, scaring Li Ruoyuan into a shiver. Yet, Li Ruoyuan was also a vain man, and despite being intimidated, glared back angrily, refusing to show weakness.
