"I told you long ago that a sect like the Daoyi Sect has no reason to exist. At least, it means nothing to me anymore," Zhang Bin said arrogantly, his implication clear: he had transcended the Daoyi Sect. He was not to be provoked, lest the consequences be severe.
"You are defiant and irreverent! I can predict your end, and it will be utterly tragic," Fei Yiming yelled venomously.
"I can predict your end, too, and it will be so tragic you won't believe it," Zhang Bin retorted with a sneer. He took the Space Ring from Fei Yiming's finger and picked up his Flying Sword. Using a Secret Technique and his powerful spiritual power, he instantly erased the Ownership Marks.
He tossed the Flying Sword in his hand, a look of disdain on his face. "A Low-Grade Flying Sword, far worse than mine. And your Space Ring is just as pathetic, with only a few cubic meters of space. This is nowhere near enough to compensate for my losses. The Daoyi Sect will have to make additional reparations."
