Hearing Xian Ze's words, Luo Zheng inexplicably felt a trace of aversion.
After all, this fellow was a member of the Xuanyuan Clan, yet he had always been hoping for his own clansmen to lose, all so that he could take the field himself.
Luo Zheng looked down on him inwardly and replied coolly, "Are you sure you can beat me?"
Xian Ze blinked. A trace of wickedness seeped from his handsome features as he let out a sly chuckle. "It's not that I'm confident I can beat you. I will definitely beat you."
"Since you're so confident, there's no point in saying more. Come on," Luo Zheng said evenly.
Seeing how calm Luo Zheng was, Xian Ze felt faintly displeased.
In his view, Luo Zheng should at least have shown some tension, or looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy. Yet now, it seemed this fellow did not take him seriously at all.
"Since that's the case, I'll let you understand why I'm so confident." With that, Xian Ze took a slight step back and swiftly spread out both hands.
"Buzz..."
Two black daggers appeared in his palms.
The material of these daggers was exactly the same as the black Thin Sword Xia Yun wielded, and their blades radiated a razor-sharp aura.
The instant the two daggers appeared, Xian Ze's originally carefree face suddenly became extremely solemn.
It was as if he had become an entirely different person in the blink of an eye.
"Whoosh!"
"Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud..."
Xian Ze suddenly took a strange set of steps and began charging at tremendous speed.
His figure moved so quickly that it seemed blurred.
For a colossal figure a thousand zhang tall to move at such speed was truly astonishing.
A trace of vigilance appeared in Luo