"Hahaha, brilliant!" Gao Ping laughed from the side.
Du Qingteng nodded emphatically. "Perfectly put!"
The group of disciples from Blazing Flame Province, however, all erupted in fury, as if they'd been deeply humiliated.
"You're courting death!" Zhao Min's face turned livid. An intensely cold glint flashed in his eyes as he glared at Xu Luo and gritted out, "Do you dare fight me?"
Du Qingteng, knowing full well that Xu Luo's stamina was nearly depleted from his series of battles, sneered from the sidelines. "What's there to fight about with a shriveled-up seed? He even slew the spiritual projection of your ancestor. Someone like you... you're not even qualified to challenge him!"
"Whether I'm qualified is not for you to decide!" Zhao Min retorted, brandishing an ancient sword and pointing it at Xu Luo. "We'll find out if I'm a shriveled-up seed after we fight!"
