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On the arena.
Ye Xuan held a longsword, exuding a fierce aura, with a dense sword energy wrapping around his body.
And Jian Wushuang, wielding the longsword Silver Frost, emanated an icy chill spreading from the sword's body.
"I thought you wouldn't dare to come."
Jian Wushuang's eyes sketched a disdainful sneer, mocking.
"I never refuse a challenge from a wretched man. After all, everyone has a responsibility to deal with scoundrels."
Ye Xuan sneered contemptuously, glancing at Jian Wushang dismissively, not even considering him a threat.
"Boast while you can, let's see how long you can laugh?"
Jian Wushuang glared angrily at Ye Xuan, his face filled with ire, and shouted.
"Don't worry. When I stop wanting to laugh, I'll send you a message in the afterlife. Or better yet, I'll have it engraved on your coffin."
Ye Xuan said with a smile.
"You!"
Jian Wushuang gritted his teeth hatefully.
"I won't let you leave here alive."
