"Jian Wushuang, come out!"
"Your subordinate acknowledges the command!"
Jian Wushuang was a handsome, cold man who, upon hearing the command of the helmsman, immediately stood up, holding a precious sword inlaid with gold thread, and walked out expressionlessly.
He first paid his respects to Zhu Chanji by clasping his fists, and then with a maneuver as agile as a twirling spring onion, he lightly flew onto the arena platform, looking at Xu Sandai with a cold laugh.
"As expected of an idiot. Even though I'm only ranked tenth in the Heaven's List, you're no match for me."
"Heh heh, it's just the Heaven's List, right? If you can make it on there, why can't I?" Although Xu Sandai was not a man of many words, he hit the nail on the head with his retort.
While the audience admired Jian Wushuang for his aloofness and good looks, they also agreed with Xu Sandai's words.
