Old Devil Yu arrogantly said, "When enemies meet, who has time to think too much? If Yu Linglong can slay a Ghost Immortal single-handedly, am I, Yu Bihai, worse than her?"
The Master quietly watched Old Devil Yu boast.
Sure enough, Old Devil Yu did not have the nerve to continue. "Even if I am indeed worse than Yu Linglong, it's only worse than her. All others, the weaklings, are no match even against a Demon Immortal, let alone me."
"So, you never thought about your own life and death? You do realize you're hanging on by a thread? You have actually been on the brink of death twice." The Master reminded.
Old Devil Yu laughed arrogantly again, "I can regenerate the lost essence, make up for lost life-force. But, if honor is lost, it is a lifetime of disgrace. Mu Xian, you, a child who always hides behind Yu Linglong, don't understand my pursuit. Honor is my life; the battle achievements are the greatest glory of the Holy Sect."
Master: "..."
His emotions were somewhat complex.