At that moment, Jian Xin could no longer hold back. He let out a cold laugh, gazing at Xiao Han with disdain, he scoffed, "Who are you to be disrespectful to my martial uncle? I don't care how influential the people behind you are, I challenge you to a fair fight."
With bold strides, he approached, his long sword clanging sonorously.
A fair fight, everyone exchanged glances, even the Divine Son and the Demon Child, who loathed Xiao Han to the bone, couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and contempt for the people of Shushan at this moment.
Obviously a whole realm higher than Xiao Han and yet speaking of a fair fight was ludicrous. No wonder Xiao Han had just insulted Shushan for being shameless, indeed, like master, like disciple.
"You are not yet qualified to fight him. If you want to battle, I will accompany you," said Wude, stepping forward to block Jian Xin's path, uttering these words.
