Zhang Ze had completely thrown caution to the wind, showing none of the demeanor expected of a young genius. The more he spoke like this, the more he gave off an impression of desperation.
As soon as Zhang Ze finished speaking, Chu Ge appeared in front of them. However, behind Chu Ge, a White Dragon, conjured from white fog, hovered.
The Dragon has always been a symbol of majesty for Huaxia, a mythical existence. To see an actual living dragon among modern people is undeniably shocking.
This wasn't their first time seeing the White Dragon; just a moment ago, they were exhausted trying to deal with it.
"Chu Ge, do you dare to duel with me one-on-one?"
Zhang Ze stepped forward, pointing at him angrily as he spoke.
"If I defeat you, will you hand over the Crystal Jade?"
Chu Ge's lips curled into a disdainful smile, and he shook his head slightly, saying, "You can't even defeat this White Dragon, what makes you think you can fight me?"
