"Lord Chen, it looks like Sect Leader Duan is here for you."
Chen Sheng gave a faint smile and took a step forward. His figure soared into the air, passing just beyond the array's light barrier to face Duan He from afar.
He calmly scrutinized the bald man before him, who was radiating Evil Qi, and spoke in a measured tone:
"Duan He, you've gathered a band of ruffians, spouted arrogant nonsense, and threatened an inspector from the court...
"Do you have a death wish, or do you believe the laws of Daqian can't take that bald head of yours?"
"Hahaha!"
As if he had just heard the world's greatest joke, Duan He threw his head back and roared with laughter, his voice thundering across the land:
"Chen Sheng, Chen Sheng, you're at death's door and still putting on your official airs. Back in Ning'an, you used your home-turf advantage to repeatedly ruin the great plans of my Blood River Sect. I've long wanted to rip out your soul and refine it just to quell the hatred in my heart!
