Zou Liu, full of righteous indignation, faced Chen Sanliang with passionate vigor, his voice full of tragic solemnity: "No one can run rampant on my Divine Land! You beasts can dream on!"
Zou Liu debated with Chen Sanliang and retreated after the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, spitting blood from his mouth, following in the footsteps of the previous two.
Looking at Zou Liu collapsed on the ground, Chen Sanliang sighed softly: "Trying to protect the Divine Land by relying solely on eloquence is useless; one must have real talent and learning. Your talent and learning are not impressive, yet your slogans ring loud. It seems you are here to find me to seek false fame, truly contemptible."
Even after defeating his opponent, Chen Sanliang did not forget to taunt him: "It seems there is no one left in Jiangnan, since the likes of you, such a worthless person, can come to the fore. Truly, people's hearts have changed."
