The entire venue erupted in an uproar once more.
Ye Qingtian's expression shifted slightly.
Yun Qingxue continued, "Yesterday, I heard that Young Master Ye has a grudge against Duke Lu and that you agreed to fight at the Sword Debate Tournament. Since that is the case, let this battle serve as the test for the marriage proposal—if Young Master Ye wins, Qingxue can consider it; if Young Master Ye loses, then let this matter be dropped."
Having said that, she returned to her seat, her expression as calm as if she had merely spoken of some trivial matter.
Ye Qingtian fell silent for a moment, then smiled.
That smile was cold.
He turned to Lu Chen and enunciated each word. "Lu Chen, did you hear that?"
Lu Chen rose to his feet, stepped down from the stands, and walked toward the Sword Debate Platform one step at a time.
Everyone's eyes converged on him.
He reached the platform and stood opposite Ye Qingtian, ten zhang apart.
The two locked eyes.
Ye Qingtian said, "Three months ago, on the Dragon-Slaying Platform, you crippled my Frost Wyrm Sword. Today, on the Sword Debate Platform, I want your life."
Lu Chen replied blandly, "You sure do talk a lot of nonsense."
Killing intent surged in Ye Qingtian's eyes.
Just then, Ye Changqing, Sect Master of the Mystic Heaven Sword Sect, suddenly spoke. "Wait."
He looked at Lu Chen and said slowly, "Duke Lu, are you certain you wish to accept the challenge now? Today is the first bout. If you lose, there are still two more matches to follow. If you win, Ye Qingtian will be unable to fight again. Those are the rules..."
Lu Chen cut him off. "No need for best two out of three. Just this one match."
Ye Changqing's