"You are the Emperor's Son, accustomed to being haughty and proud. But I am different from any opponent you've faced before!" Xiao Chen looked at the young man blandly, "Cherish your life, rein in at the cliff's edge!"
The tall young man was momentarily stunned at these words, then burst out laughing, "Friend, I've seen all kinds of arrogant, conceited, and haughty geniuses in my life, but the feeling you give me is indeed exceptionally different from the rest!"
"Be glad that you realize this," Xiao Chen said calmly, "The Qilin is mine, now leave!"
Throughout the encounter, Xiao Chen had never sensed any killing intent from the young man.
It was clear that the youth's challenge was just an impulsive whim.
It was as if he had been invincible for so long that upon encountering a worthy opponent, he couldn't help but seek a battle with enthusiasm.
To the young man, the Qilin might no longer hold such importance.
