'Make my Master... lick your toes??'
Qing Yueqiu froze on the spot, seemingly unable to process such an absurd and arrogant statement.
But once she was sure she hadn't misheard—and that Ji Xichan was serious...
BOOM—!!
A visible tide of silvery-white Sword Qi surged toward the sky. Qing Yueqiu's long silver hair whipped around in the violent torrent as a crimson, bloody light threatened to erupt from her eyes. The veins around her eyes bulged, making her look like a bloodthirsty Asura.
"You're courting death!!"
The torrent of Sword Qi condensed into a single line and shot forward in an instant, cleaving the very air in its path with its vast, surging power.
The tens of thousands of Cultivators in the audience all looked on in shock. The match hadn't even started, so why were they already fighting?!
VMMMM—
Just as the river of Sword Qi was about to strike Ji Xichan, a simple, ancient sword descended from the heavens, blocking the path between the two.
