"Just with that pretty-boy face of yours, you think you can be mentioned in the same breath as me?"
Wang Jinhu sized Chen Ming up and down, a murderous aura almost tangible in his eyes, enough to chill the soul.
Chen Ming's heart tightened. This man had very likely cultivated some kind of Secret Technique, or his Cultivation Technique itself was very special, to form this kind of killing aura.
It also proved he had killed a lot of people; his real combat experience had to be extremely rich.
Chen Ming stared back at him, face calm, and asked, "And what do you intend?"
Wang Jinhu patted the broad-backed saber in his hand and said, "Have a bout with me. Let me weigh your worth and see if you're qualified to have your name put alongside mine."
"Fine, you pick the time."
This was the inner court of the Imperial Palace, so of course they couldn't start fighting here. They could only arrange another time.
