The young man in white snorted in disdain. "Leave my life behind? Haha. You sure talk big. Aren't you afraid of biting your own tongue off?" he said. "If you had the ability to stop me, you wouldn’t have run after me all the way from Qingsong. You really think that with the assistance of these few soldiers you have with you, you’d be a match for me, the third prince of the Grand Xia Empire? Heh! Think again; you haven’t seen my true skill!”1

"You're just stalling for time, aren't you?” Marshall Xia suddenly chuckled. “Did Fang Chen receive your message? Is he on his way here as we speak?" 1

"What’s the matter?” asked the young man in white casually, “Not planning to run even after learning that Fang Chen is on his way here? I’ve heard that he has recovered his cultivation. You really think you’d be our opponent if we joined hands?” He showed a...0