In the sky, Beichen Sword Immortal attacked with his sword and taunted his foe.
Blades of light crisscrossed the sky, his words as sharp as daggers.
He was showing off for the crowd, getting his fill of trash talk.
"If you make a bet, you accept the loss. The defeated dies! Is there anything wrong with that?"
"If you can't handle losing, then you shouldn't have shown up!"
"Some peerless Celestial Pride? Challenging the entire Human Race's Celestial Pride List? That little lion was shameless, and you, Old Demon Liu, are shameless too! The true peerless Celestial Pride is our Human Race's Song Zhao!"
"She defeated him fair and square, in a head-on battle! So what if he was killed? How dare you, Old Demon Liu, have the gall to ask our Human Race's Celestial Pride to show mercy? When your little lion was running his mouth, did he show mercy to anyone?"
"He was scum who deserved to die. Now, get lost!"
