On the arena, the golden airflow swirling around Kui Muquan was forced back several inches.
His dark-red eyes gradually regained their clarity.
It was true that Chu Huai Xu had mastered Fearless Sword Intent and eliminated fear.
But clearly, fear would not disappear. It would only be transferred.
Everyone else had begun to fear him a little.
But young people cared most about losing the battle without losing face, and Kui Muquan had entered the Dao through sheer madness, to boot.
Thus, after standing dazed for a few seconds, he immediately said, "Heh—! Chu Huai Xu, I'm really looking forward to facing you in the finals!"
With that, he sheathed his saber, turned, and leaped off the arena.
"The finals?"
"What do the finals have to do with you?" Chu Huai Xu said coolly in his heart.
He had disliked that smug bastard who acted as if he were worth eighty-five thousand from the moment he played Borrowed Sword. If he got the chance, he truly wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson.
But it definitely wouldn't be in the final battle!
At that moment, the Dao Sect disciples beside him saw him protecting Han Shuangjiang behind his back and cast him odd looks one after another.
Chu Huai Xu could tell the meaning behind those looks at a glance—they were shipping them.
Han Shuangjiang looked at him with a hint of grievance.
You got to show off in front of everyone, but I have to bear all the gossip in the Dao Sect with you.
When Chu Huai Xu saw her looking at him that way, he immediately understood the meaning in her eyes as well.
He quickly cupped his hands toward the surrounding Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters and said, "As your junior brother, I naturally won't let our