Amid the cheers of the entire crowd, Long Beibei and Long Yu emerged simultaneously from two passageways at the foot of Sky Peak. Their gazes met, and both wore looks of confidence.
Long Huihuang and Lin Bai's eyes settled on Long Beibei.
Long Ying and Su Dingan's gazes fell on Long Yu.
Long Xian said, "If you're ready, then we can begin!"
With that, Long Xian returned to Long Huihuang's side and focused on the battle.
Amid the cheers of the crowd, Long Beibei and Long Yu quickly made their preparations.
Long Yu wore a blue robe. His hair fluttered in the breeze, and his jade-like face gave him the air of an elegant young noble.
Clenching his fists, he said, "Long Beibei, I advise you to admit defeat now and spare yourself some flesh-and-blood suffering. Otherwise, once we clash, I'll beat you until you're battered beyond recognition!"
Long Beibei smiled faintly. "We haven't even fought yet. How do you know the one who'll end up in a sorry state will be me, rather than you?"
Long Yu sneered. "Heh, you seem quite confident in yourself. I heard you've been cultivating under a mortal sword cultivator? How laughable. Is this a case of desperation driving you to seek help anywhere? What could a mortal possibly teach you?"
Long Beibei's expression turned icy at once. She drew her sharp sword from her Storage Bag and pointed it at Long Yu. "I'm warning you. You may insult me, but you may not insult my master!"
Long Yu gave a cold laugh. "Fine, then. Let me see what your mortal master has taught you over the past month!"
"Come on!"
With both hands behind his back, Long Yu raised his chin and looked at Long Beibei, his face filled with arrogance.
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