"Yan Rufeng, stop being arrogant. Master Jade Dragon from Heng Mountain Sword Palace is here to challenge you."
Master Jade Dragon, who landed on the stage, exuded a sharp and intimidating murderous aura. This kind of aura would not exist without having killed many people.
Yan Rufeng smiled faintly, "Master Jade Dragon, right? Draw your sword."
"Hmph,"
Master Jade Dragon snorted coldly, "To deal with you, I don't need a sword."
"Hehe,"
"Very well, if you do not use a sword, I won't either," Yan Rufeng said calmly.
President Xu Da heard this, his old face flushed with anger, and he cursed silently, "This Master Jade Dragon is a fool. Yan Rufeng asked him to draw his sword, and he refuses. If he had used their Mountain Suppressing Sword Technique, 'One-Character Falling Immortal Sword' as soon as he got on the stage, he might still have a chance to win. Now, it seems that Master Jade Dragon is bound to lose."
