Chen Feiyu stood with his hands behind his back, as calm and detached as ever. "A mere Early-Grandmaster-level expert, that's all. While you may be considered a powerhouse in some circles, you are far from invincible. At the very least, in front of me, Chen Feiyu, a mere Mid-Grandmaster is stronger than an ant, but still as insignificant as dust. You have no qualifications to boast."
"How arrogant!" Zuo Boxuan assumed Chen Feiyu was bluffing and couldn't help but laugh contemptuously. "Once a martial artist reaches the Grandmaster-level, they transcend the ordinary and stand apart from the mundane masses. Even if you, Chen Feiyu, have also stepped into the Grandmaster-level, what virtue or ability do you have to call a Mid-Grandmaster expert as insignificant as dust? Believe me, if these words get out, you will become the laughingstock of the entire Huaxia martial arts world and be reviled by everyone!"
Dao Bo slowly raised the Pure Yang Blade in his hand, pointing it at Chen Feiyu. His eyes filled with murderous intent. "To reach the Grandmaster-level at such a young age, I acknowledge that your aptitude is extraordinary—perhaps the finest I have ever seen. However, judging by the sword qi you displayed earlier, your strength is only slightly above an Early Grandmaster and is still far from reaching the Mid-Grandmaster stage. You say I am as insignificant as dust? Do you not know that in my eyes, you are just as weak as an ant? In an instant, my Pure Yang Blade shall claim…
Chapter 160