A man clad in a Golden Battle Robe stood outside the door.
His sword-like brows slanted into his temples, and his golden eyes gleamed with starlike brilliance, as though they could pierce through the essence of all things in the world.
His face was exquisitely sculpted as if by a blade, every line perfectly outlining an extraordinary bearing.
His feet hovered above the ground, as though he disdained to set foot upon the dirt.
Most eye-catching of all was the phenomenon emerging behind him. Immortal power had condensed into a golden great peng. The golden peng exuded a majestic aura that looked down upon the world, seemingly disregarding everything.
"Zhu Wuhen, why are you so annoying? I already told you not to follow me."
The moment Jiang MiaoYi saw this man, her good mood vanished.
Zhu Wuhen smiled faintly. "In this world, only a woman like you is worthy of me, and only I, Zhu Wuhen, am worthy of you."
"Didn't you say before that whoever defeated your father could become your man? Since we happened to meet today, let's have a match."
Zhu Wuhen turned to look at Jiang Ping An. "I heard from your daughter that you're very strong—or at least, that you used to be very strong. I can give you three hundred moves first, and I won't make you lose too badly."
Jiang Ping An raised his eyes, glanced at the great peng phenomenon behind him, and said calmly:
"If you like my daughter, pursue her yourself. There's no need to challenge me to prove anything."
"That would waste too much time. I prefer proving myself with strength. If you're afraid, you can admit defeat directly. There are no outsiders here, so it won't be embarrassing."
Zhu Wuhen folded his arms, his golden eyes brimming with