In terms of killing, he had never feared anyone!
Assassins could kill, and so could he!
"Your opponent is me," Su Yingxue proclaimed boldly. "Since you're here today, let our competition begin!"
Saint Ruan was quite willing to engage her in competition. "Originally, we could have competed today, but there's a decree from the palace. It has fixed our competition between us for tomorrow in the palace. Su Yingxue, are you afraid?"
"Afraid?" Su Yingxue's lips formed a beautiful arc. "That word, I don't know how to write."
But why was the competition shifted to the palace?
Saint Ruan flicked his hair. "Don't think I'm trying to steal the limelight. The emperor invited me to the palace. Our upcoming competition has spread like wildfire. The emperor forbids me from mistreating you and claims he wants to ensure fairness."
He snorted, clearly discontented by Su Yingxue's perceived attempt to gain advantages through influence.
