On the challenge tournament of the Ten Owls, anyone who was challenged could decline the challenge, but they would automatically relinquish their position as one of the Ten Owls to the challenger.
Li Futu said nothing. He moved lightly on his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the battlefield.
He conveyed his intentions to Jian Wushuang through his actions.
"Good," Jian Wushuang flashed onto the battlefield.
Both men stood against the wind, Jian Wushuang holding his sword with one hand, his robe fluttering, resembling a sword deity of his generation.
His aura was tremendous, as if with a sword in hand, the world was under his control, a subtle sense of invincibility emanating from him.
Li Futu's presence was ethereal, as he stood his ground like an ageless pine.
"Jian Wushuang."
"Li Futu."
The two performed a simple salute, then the battle commenced. In an instant, their figures vanished from sight.
Shasha shasha...
