Hu!
The seal of the Hall of Great Accomplishment glowed, and Zhang Xuan and Zhao Ya flew out.
"Where do you think you're going?"
The eight youths with a couple of others from the Hundred Schools of Philosophers swiftly surrounded the two of them as soon as they appeared.
"What? Do you still want a pummeling?" Zhang Xuan harrumphed coldly.
He had already spared their lives, but they did not know gratitude. Did they really think that he was a pushover?
"We want a fair duel with you, one-on-one. You aren't allowed to your weapons or tamed beasts. Do you dare take up our challenge?" one of the youths spat coldly.
"Fair duel? What are the stakes then?" Zhang Xuan shot a nonchalant glance at the youth.
Without any stakes involved, he could not be bothered to waste his time fighting a meaningless battle with this crowd.
