On the battle platform, Pei Haoran and Qin Wushuang faced each other.
"Qin Wushuang, I know that with my cultivation, I cannot be your match, but I will not give up on this battle,"
Pei Haoran said, looking at Qin Wushuang.
"Gladly accompany you,"
Qin Wushuang replied indifferently, standing with his hands behind his back.
As Qin Wushuang's voice faded, a wave of infatuated cries from the women in the crowd below erupted.
Qin Wushuang, in a white long robe and wearing a jade crown, was exceedingly handsome, truly a dashing young hero.
Moreover, he was a direct descendant of the Qin Family, one of the Six Great Clans in the Royal City. Be it family background, talent, or appearance, he was a top choice, no wonder the women were so fanatic.
"Offend me,"
Pei Haoran softly exclaimed, then his figure flickered and instantly reached Qin Wushuang, slashing out with a sword.
