"Taotie, I know you."
"The youngest super strong fighter in the world today, you do have a reason to be arrogant."
"But don't forget, ginger gets spicier with age."
"If I were to go all out and fight you to the death, it's still uncertain who would come out on top."
King Yanluo stood proudly in front of Taotie with the air of a strongman, but he didn't rush to make a move. Instead, he acted more like a senior, lecturing Taotie.
"Oh?"
"What do you intend to do?"
Taotie tilted his head, watching King Yanluo with interest.
Upon hearing Taotie ask for his thoughts, a glimmer of smugness flashed across King Yanluo's eyes.
He was completely oblivious to the mockery and amusement in Taotie's gaze.
Cough cough—
King Yanluo cleared his throat.
He stroked his three strands of goatee and began to speak, "Young people, if you can remain modest and patient, you will be truly great in the future."
"Once us old folks are all gone, the entire Jianghu will bow to you."
