"..."
This wasn't the first time Jiang Qiu had faced such an arrogant opponent. It seemed every member who came to the Celestial Star Arena had a bit of pride, and the more they won, the more conceited they became.
Those who won a lot were usually those who had killed a lot. They had a complete disregard for life and couldn't care less about the lives of their defeated foes.
Just like this member of the Wandering Soul Race before him, Ah Gui, who was in his Soul Body state and wore an air of superiority.
"You're asking how I instantly kill my opponents?" Jiang Qiu smiled faintly. "You'll find out once the challenge begins."
"Hm?" Ah Gui was taken aback. It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to him like that. The last person who did was long dead—so long that the grass on their grave would be ten feet high. At that thought, his gaze turned cold and sharp. "Is that any way to talk to me?"
"What, is there someone else here?"
