Jiang Jianxin met his gaze and firmly nodded, her hand moving to the hilt of her sword.
Even with only that gesture, her sword intent was already visible around her. Many weaker cultivators stepped back, afraid to be cut unknowingly.
"Indeed. Since the Ironclad Blood Sect cultivators believe that strength dictates respect, why not settle this with a proper match? That way, we can determine whether they have the right to look down on your store's rules."
The scar-faced cultivator let out a scoff. He crossed his arms, sneering at the suggestion. "Hah! You think a mere match will change anything? Besides, why should I waste my time dueling some soft-spoken sword fairy? You think your flowery sword techniques can match real battle experience?"
The surrounding crowd gasped. The audacity of this man to speak so dismissively of Jiang Jianxin, one of the most well-known sword prodigies in the entire Eastern Abyssal Domain was baffling.
