Qian Yu finally drew the attention of everyone present with a single sentence.
"Wang Jiu, I want to duel you!"
After a brief silence, the discussion erupted like a tidal wave, especially among the few female sword cultivators closest by. They were practically outraged, as if wishing to pierce this insolent middle-aged sword cultivator with their longswords.
Qian Yu pretended not to hear. After all, leading a solitary life for over a decade, women had long been nothing more than fleeting clouds to him. No matter how enchanting a beauty, it was impossible for him to have any connection with them, so there was no need to curry favor.
Now, he only wanted to give the popular handsome guy hiding under the robe a good thrashing to vent his anger!
Of course, he also intended to divert his attention, interrupt his interference with the in-field ranking test, and help Zhang Zhixi win against Shen Qingming.
