"You..."
"You're shameless!"
The young man flushed red, his face full of grief and anger, nearly losing control.
"You're the one who spoke out of turn, wounding Miss Lu—this is outrageous!" Zhao Yuanyuan couldn't help but reprimand.
Xu Yang sneered, his eyes sweeping over the crowd, "Then let's have everyone judge this matter."
"I'm just a lowly Grade-One Immortal Soldier—how could I dare speak out of line?"
"Wounded your Miss Lu? How did I wound her?"
Zhao Yuanyuan instantly clenched her fists, unable to speak.
"Scared?"
The young man stepped forward, looking like a raging lion.
"If you've got the guts, suppress your cultivation down to Early Stage of True Immortal as well." Xu Yang taunted with a smirk.
"You're the one who's afraid."
The young man didn't fall for it one bit.
He'd have to be insane to suppress his cultivation.
Miss Lu was already living proof.
One move—instant defeat.
"Heh, boring."
Xu Yang shook his head, preparing to step off the battle platform.
