Qin Jiuge looked at the uninvited intruder. He was in no mood to fool around with him, and coldly spat out one word: "Scram."
The middle-aged man before him was the challenger who had just stepped onto the stage. Now, however, his shredded clothing lay scattered across the ground, making it clear that Miss Gongsun's Willow Leaf Sword Technique had handed him a crushing defeat.
Having lost to a mere girl, he felt humiliated and intended to vent his anger on Qin Jiuge.
The man's skin was thicker than a city wall. Qin Jiuge found him utterly ridiculous.
"What's wrong with you people? Have all the men under heaven died off?"
"So this is all the heroes under heaven amount to. My father often says that not a single man under heaven is any good. Now it seems none of you are men at all—you're all trash."
The middle-aged man who had thrown the saber earlier had already slunk away beneath Qin Jiuge's gaze. Just then, however, those mocking words rang out, leaving Qin Jiuge thoroughly displeased as well.
She could insult whoever she liked, but why drag him into it? That indiscriminate barrage certainly packed a punch.
"What? Does any hero here disagree? Feel free to come up. Win this marriage tournament, and not only will I be yours, but the entire Tianfeng Mountain Villa can serve as my dowry. Still, as far as I can see, not one of you has what it takes."
"Young man, anyone can tell you're capable. Why not go up there and teach her a proper lesson?"
Someone nearby had witnessed Qin Jiuge's abilities and, in his anger, tried to persuade him.
Qin Jiuge could not be bothered with this little game of playing house, so he shook his head and declined the