The words "plaything," like two thorns, pierced into Yu Shujun's heart, causing an uncontrollable rage to appear on her usually cold face.
Fingers tightly gripping the hilt of her lightsaber with such force that her knuckles turned white, Yu Shujun was already on the brink of fury.
Yet even so, she did not strike immediately. She simply stared intently at the face that was so close, as if trying to see through the silver mask, through the opponent's somewhat sickly countenance, to decipher what exactly was going on in the other's mind.
Silver Thorn saw the opponent's restraint, snorted coldly,
"That man from the Ghost Control Master Alliance, although he's vile, is nonetheless one of the nine great legends, and at least his strength is undeniable.
"But that man named Ye Jiu, what does he have? A novice who has just walked through the trial map, with a level so low he's barely reached the bronze stage threshold.
