"Damn it!" Princess Qing Ya was thoroughly enraged. Su Mo's disdainful words and indifferent bearing made her feel utterly humiliated.
She was the dignified princess of the Qing Yu Empire, of incomparably noble status. When had anyone ever dared to insult her like this?
Moreover, she was breathtakingly beautiful. What man who saw her had not fawned over her in every possible way? When had she ever been treated with such contempt?
Su Mo's words also startled countless people throughout the venue, and an uproar immediately broke out.
"Is this guy sick? Why come forward if he isn't going to challenge her?"
"He's practically courting death, daring to insult Princess Qing Ya!"
"Is he deliberately causing trouble? He truly doesn't know the height of heaven or the depth of earth!"
Countless spectators began discussing heatedly, all glaring at him in anger.
Princess Qing Ya held an extremely high reputation in the Qing Yu Empire. Not only was she a beauty capable of toppling cities and kingdoms, but her talent was also among the very best.
Throughout the Qing Yu Empire, countless young martial artists regarded Princess Qing Ya as the woman of their dreams. That was why so many had come to watch this martial contest for marriage.
Su Mo's attitude was clearly one of deliberate contempt toward Princess Qing Ya. How could the crowd not be angry?
Even the experts seated in the stands slightly furrowed their brows. They were all high-ranking figures of the Qing Yu Empire and naturally did not wish to see anyone disrupt the martial contest for marriage.
The Emperor of Qing Yu Empire fixed his gaze on Su Mo, studying him continuously.
He was astonished, for he realized that he could not see through Su Mo's cultivation at all.
"Madman, take my sword!"
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