"But Tuoba Rong'Er is nothing special, merely flaunting the prestige of the Tuoba family."
A swordsman said, slightly unconvinced, retorting.
"Easy to say, let's see you do it."
The martial artist who recognized Chu Ming's identity sneered.
"I'll do it!"
The swordsman said no more, his energy swirling. He flipped himself onto the arena, landing at the edge and looking coldly at Chu Ming.
Chu Ming, dressed in white robes, seemed only eighteen or nineteen years old, making the swordsman look down on him even more.
"Make your move."
Chu Ming lightly placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, his expression composed.
"My name is Zhou Xuan. I've heard you defeated Tuoba Rong'Er, but Tuoba Rong'Er is nothing before me!"
Zhou Xuan said coldly, but still slowly drew out a blue longsword from his waist. A burst of sword light sparkled out, leaving a trail of sparks on the ground.
