"It's him?"
Jiang Wushuang was the number one disciple of the Wujidi Palace. At only fifteen years old, he had already reached the peak of the Ninth Stage of the Xuan Wu Realm—an absolute genius. His origins were unknown; no one knew where his master was from or where he himself came from. Some didn't even know whether Jiang Wushuang was his real name. His identity was shrouded in mystery.
But everyone knew that this Jiang Wushuang was a peerless genius who would one day surpass even Jie Qingming and Xu Zhongyu. Because of this, not a single person dared to take the young man lightly.
"Whoosh!" Jiang Wushuang pressed both hands against the stone surface beneath him, then snapped his waist with a sudden burst of force. With a perfect carp's leap, he launched himself off the massive boulder in a flawless arc and landed right in the center of the crowd.
"Liu Zhizun, it's not just Chu Feng saying this—your conduct as the first disciple of the Supreme Villa is hardly impartial. This isn't how things should be handled." Jiang Wushuang was utterly unrestrained, openly criticizing Liu Zhizun to his face.
The onlookers gasped once more. This Jiang Wushuang was even bolder than Chu Feng—truly audacious beyond measure. But only Chu Feng knew that Jiang Wushuang had every reason to carry himself with such arrogance.
"Oh? Then by all means, tell me—how should I handle it to be fair?" Liu Zhizun was no simple character either. His expression didn't change in the slightest; he maintained his faint smile and threw the question right back.
"Isn't it obvious? Let the two of them fight. The loser apologizes and admits fault. Problem solved," Jiang Wushuang said smugly.
"Whooooa~~~~"
His words nearly knocked people's jaws to the ground. They had assumed he showed up to help Chu Feng, but instead he was practically shoving Chu Feng straight into the fire.
Pitting Chu Feng—Third Stage of Xuan Wu—against Jie Qingming, who was at the First Stage of Heaven Martial? That was sending Chu Feng to his death!
"Well now, that's quite the brilliant idea from this young friend," Jie Qingming said with a faint smile, his gaze toward Chu Feng dripping with contempt. "I'm just afraid Chu Feng wouldn't dare accept."
"Are you stupid? Are you seriously stupid?" No one expected Jiang Wushuang's expression to shift as he pointed directly at Jie Qingming and launched into a tirade.
"You—!" Jie Qingming's rage surged, but when he recalled Jiang Wushuang's mysterious background, he swallowed his fury.
It wasn't hard to figure out where on the Nine Provinces Continent a talent like Jiang Wushuang could come from—the Jiang Dynasty.
That was precisely why Jiang Wushuang could run roughshod here without anyone daring to touch him. Everyone was wary of the possibility that he was connected to the Jiang Dynasty.
"What do you mean 'me'? Was I wrong? I haven't even finished, and you're already saying he wouldn't dare. Tell me—aren't you stupid?" Jiang Wushuang shot Jie Qingming a withering glare, then continued:
"And look at yourself—you're practically thirty. You want to fight a minor, and not only are you not embarrassed about it, you're standing here smugly saying he wouldn't dare. Don't you have any shame?"
"I—" Jie Qingming's face had turned livid with rage, his eyes bloodshot—he was about to explode. He wasn't nearly thirty! By both appearance and actual age, he was barely into his twenties, a dashing and refined young man.
"What do you mean 'I'? Listen carefully. If you want to fight Chu Feng, it has to be fair. And how do we make it fair? By having the match take place on equal cultivation. That's what's fair."
"You're a blue-robed Spirit World Master, aren't you? Suppressing your cultivation shouldn't be difficult for you. All you have to do is lower your cultivation to the Third Stage of Xuan Wu, and you'll be on the same level as Chu Feng."