Mao Wanchou saw that his request had been rejected, but he wasn't discouraged. The person he wanted to challenge hadn't changed; it was only a matter of order.
Jiang Guifan and Nangong Hongye exchanged a glance, silently reaching an unspoken agreement.
Jiang Guifan strolled out, a trace of pride flashing in his eyes. He pointed toward Yuan Sheng and sneered, "Ape Race's top Core Disciple, dare you accept my challenge?"
Yuan Sheng said nothing, but his actions made his stance clear. He sprang into the air and landed where Hong Liuyun had stood earlier.
His gaze was dark and solemn. He extended a hand toward Jiang Guifan and crooked one finger at him, his provocation plain as day.
Jiang Guifan gave a cold snort. "You overestimate yourself!"
As he spoke, powerful spiritual energy surged around him. A pair of wings formed from golden light slowly unfurled behind his back, dazzling and brilliant.
He regarded Yuan Sheng with a faint smile. The golden wings swept upward, and in the blink of an eye he descended onto the battlefield. His voice cool, he asked, "This is the first time you and I have fought face-to-face, isn't it?"
Rare fury flashed in Yuan Sheng's eyes. He stared at Jiang Guifan and said coldly, "Have you already forgotten what happened at the Core Disciple competition?"
"Did that happen?" Jiang Guifan pretended to ponder for a moment, then smiled. "Oh, I remember now. That day, you and the other Ape Race Core Disciples were all held back by the White Tiger and Blood Bat Clan. I never fought you face-to-face."
"Do we really need to spell out who gave them their orders?" Yuan Sheng's low voice carried a note of resentment.
At the last moment that day, if Feng Xuanzhi hadn't stepped forward to ensure