Qin Ming's hands itched, wanting to have a go at it!
In the eyes of his acquainted opponents, he wasn't this arrogant, both being temporary possessors, is this woman trying to intimidate him right off the bat?
Qin Ming stared at her, calmly speaking: "What kind of person are you, what level are you at, to be saying such things to me?"
The woman in the silver robe was startled, not expecting the opponent to be so wild and aggressive, more so than herself, not raising an eyebrow before retorting with villain-like arrogance.
The woman smiled slightly, and said: "Your realm might be higher, but this place maintains balance, fighting on the same level. Old man, you are destined not to stand shoulder to shoulder with me."
She felt quite confident, staring at the man in front.
The opponent was very confident, very domineering, and profound as an abyss. She thought this man can be so steady, at the very least he must be middle-aged.
