"Don't concern yourself with my wedding gift. Worry about yourself. If you don't have a decent gift, don't blame me for defeating you," Jian Wushuang said coldly.
"Defeat me?"
"By you?"
Xia Mang sneered. "Jian Wushuang, you have no idea what you are talking about. Do you really think you can defeat me? You are merely from the Ancient Sect and all you have is your Senior Brother Master Blood Saber. You are daydreaming!"
"Open your eyes and see."
Xia Mang's voice was cold but he quickly stepped forward.
Everyone in the Drill Ground and many experts on the stand looked at him.
They watched in anticipation.
The wedding gifts from the previous 15 geniuses had already given them much surprise. Now, Xia Mang from the Xia Clan would present his gift.
The Xia Clan was considered the overlord clan of the Kingdom Tang of the Eastern Land and held significant power.
Nobody knew how strong the Xia Clan's foundations were.
