The crowd was excited, they didn't expect that as soon as they arrived at Huashan, they would witness such a spectacular duel in the first match.
Kid, did you hear me? Quickly draw your sword and let me defeat you.
Lei Aotian said coldly.
White Zijing, standing opposite, was calm and composed. He glanced at Lei Aotian and then withdrew his gaze, speaking indifferently.
No need, you are not my opponent.
What?
Upon hearing this, the crowd was in an uproar.
Discussions erupted like muffled thunder, spreading all around.
Because this time, too many people came to the Martial Arts Tournament at Huashan, initially estimating a million people.
Apart from the front where ample space was left open, everywhere else, the sky, distant mountains, ancient trees, and mountain valleys were crowded with martial artists.
Yet, upon hearing this, everyone froze.
What did he say, not an opponent?
He actually dares to disdain Lei Aotian!
