As Wang Jixuan expected, the 'young' woman in a fiery red dress standing on the Fire Phoenix's neck immediately confronted the Nine Spirits Sword Venerable:
"Sword Nine, if you want to fight, I can accompany you.
"Uncle Huang is an ancient master, his seniority and prestige exceed yours. Why is it that your Human Race, especially you Sword Cultivators, never learn to respect your elders?"
Nine Spirits Sword Venerable coldly replied, "He is just a defeated dog under the swords of my Sword God Palace elders, yet he shamelessly claims to be a senior?"
Huang Langyu sneered, "Are those elders you speak of still around today? Yet here I stand, witnessing your so-called prodigies of the Human Race pass through the Immortal Realm like meteors!"
The corner of the Nine Spirits Sword Venerable's mouth twitched, as if he found the argument tiresome, and he was ready to draw his sword directly.
"Little Jiu, don't be hasty!"
