Having a cosmic-impulse-infused sword pressed against one's lips would force all kinds of unwillingness back down anyone's throat. Qi Hongzhen glared at Tianming with his completely black eyes. He took a deep breath to calm himself while the cosmic impulse crackled wildly. "Cosmic impulse, eh? You really have it all. The Swordgod Lin Clan’s rather interesting, allowing someone like you to use a weapon of this caliber!" Qi Hongzhen furrowed his brow and spoke with a sore tone, implying that he had only lost because of the disparity in their gear.

"Stop spouting nonsense. Can your babies still fight? I don't think they're faring any better than you." Qi Hongzhen, despite being pinned to a boulder, hadn’t been badly...