Xue Jiuyou's eyes emanated a bloodthirsty aura, and his chilling words sent a violent shiver through the spines of the merchant caravan's guards.
Lu Qing, looking down from horseback, sneered at Xue Jiuyou,
"If you want my blood, I'm afraid you lack the strength. Meeting me, Lu Qing of the Xiaowu Sword, today is your bad luck. You have a choice. Either kill yourself, or I will kill you. Choose quickly."
Xue Jiuyou stood still, with both hands in his sleeves. On hearing Lu Qing's words, he cackled,
"Lu Qing, of the Xiaowu Sword? I've never heard of you. A mere Spiritual Rotation Realm Level 1 cultivator, I believe you're not entitled to be arrogant before me."
The smile on Lu Qing's face faded slightly as he retorted,
"A mere Spiritual Rotation Realm Level 1 cultivator? That's some nerve you have there! However, judging by your aura, it seems you have just advanced to the Spiritual Rotation Realm. Moreover, you appear to be injured."
