The square in front of Qingtian Hall was spacious enough for a duel between two people.
With Yang Fan's strength, Emperor Wukang naturally had no worries. Yang Fan would surely protect the face of the Qian Yuan Empire and showcase our national might.
The two stood facing each other, with Yang Fan holding a simple fine steel sword.
On the other side, Leng Hui also held a rather exquisite treasure sword.
He stood there, speaking in a ghostly voice: "Last year, I was defeated by the son of the Great General; this year, I intended to erase that shame. Unfortunately, you, a nobody, are my opponent. Defeating you brings no sense of achievement."
"There are always those who think themselves superior, judging heroes by birth, not knowing that heroes often arise from humble beginnings. So what if you're the nephew of Marquis Aoki, are you that powerful?"
"Whether I am powerful or not, you'll soon find out. Draw your sword."
