The two men stood facing each other and their sword intentions were raging through the void as they displayed the halos behind their backs in complete glory. The old man chuckled, and said, "To think that someone would learn to form the halo of a saint. Hmmm, you don't seem to be from the Spirit Siphon Continent."
Hao Ren shrugged and said, "Indeed, I am not from this world, but whatever I am, wherever I am from, it is enough to put you ten feet under the ground, old punk."
The old man snorted and said, "Bastard, you dare to talk like this even when you are standing in the face of death."
Hao Ren chuckled and said, "Killing me would take a lot more skill than what you are capable of, rat."
The old man hated when someone called him a coward, or similar names, however, Hao Ren had been doing that only. The old man yelled, "Berserk Cits."
