Ji Wushuang sighed inwardly when he heard that.
Getting beaten again!?
Bibi Dong only knew how to suppress him with her cultivation!
He really wanted to say, "Do you dare fight me fairly?!"
But if he said that, Bibi Dong would probably hit even harder.
A real man did not stoop to the level of a little woman. He would yield for now!
"You seem rather unconvinced?"
Bibi Dong narrowed her beautiful eyes.
No change in Ji Wushuang's expression could escape her sharp gaze.
With one look, she could tell that Ji Wushuang was grumbling about her in his heart.
Upon hearing this, Ji Wushuang suddenly felt that, as the disciple, he had been far too indulgent toward Bibi Dong, his teacher.
So what if she was the teacher!
"Teacher, today, your disciple challenges you!"
Boom!
The Peerless Sword Casket let out a thunderous roar the instant it struck the ground.
Screech!
As a phoenix cry rang out, the Great Bright Vermilion Bird led the other twelve swords from their sheaths in succession.
Six Spirit Rings appeared.
"Hehehe—"
Bibi Dong shook her head and laughed. "Commendable courage, truly commendable courage!"
"I shall let you know that even if you absorb Spirit Rings beyond your limits every time, the gap in cultivation cannot be bridged by just a few spirit skills!"
The smile on Ji Wushuang's face stiffened as he asked awkwardly, "Teacher, don't you want to see what kind of battle your disciple can put up against you if we were at the same level?"
"No."
Bibi Dong said cheerfully, "Right now, I want to see how long you, a Soul Emperor, can last under the hands of a Titled Douluo like me."
"..."
This was not how the script was supposed to go!
The Wushuang Thirteen Swords circled around