"Hahahaha..."
Qin Yang clutched his stomach, nearly laughing himself to death. If not for having to maintain some semblance of dignity, he would have rolled on the floor.
"You're quite the amusing one. Want to have another go? First, check if your Immortal Sword is still intact before talking big."
As he said these words,
Qin Yang deliberately pretended to imitate Mie Sheng's current demeanor.
"Come, let's duel again."
"Oh no, why did my Immortal Sword break?"
"Hahaha."
To be honest,
his imitation was surprisingly on point.
Xiang Fei looked at Qin Yang with pity. Why bother? Isn't living a good life enough?
Why deliberately provoke others for no reason?
The man hadn't even done anything excessively cruel to you. If you ask him, just watch quietly, don't speak, don't provoke—pretend you're just passing by.
Mie Sheng heard Qin Yang's mocking words.
But he didn't take them to heart.
In his mind, that man was already marked for death. The only question was when.
