Upon hearing Ma Fei's words, Huang Tao felt a deep sense of disagreement in his heart, but he didn't voice it, lest both of them feel discontent.
Chu Ming and Tianxing Zi stood ten steps apart, quietly observing each other. An unspoken aura slowly intensified between them, forming a unique atmosphere around.
"Chu Ming, I've heard of you. If you can withstand ten of my moves without defeat, I'll acknowledge you as a worthy opponent!"
Tianxing Zi slowly drew the long saber from his waist, immediately enveloping the scene in a chilling air. Disciples around felt as if caught in winter's icy grip. The saber's gleam sparked numerous sparks on the ground.
"Ten moves to defeat me? You think too highly of yourself!" Chu Ming said with a cold smile, not drawing his sword, knowing if he did, he would be defeated in less than five moves.
"Words are useless; I hope you'll still have such tough talk shortly!"
