Challenge Zhao Wuji

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(Third update)

As a senior student, Dai Mubai felt obligated to give Yang Ming a reminder.

"Yang Ming, think carefully before you act!"

"With your strength alone, let alone lasting the time it takes for one stick of incense to burn against Teacher Zhao's attacks, it would already be remarkable if you could hold on for ten seconds."

Ning Rongrong secretly nodded, clearly agreeing with him.

As the treasured daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she had often heard of Zhao Wuji's formidable reputation. It was a fearsome name earned through real battles!

Even Soul Saints of the same rank would not dare claim they had a hundred percent chance of defeating Zhao Wuji, much less a mere level-twenty-five Soul Grandmaster.

Even if Zhao Wuji did not use his full strength, it would still be more than enough to give Yang Ming a hard time.

Of course, Ning Rongrong kept all those thoughts to herself. Her beautiful eyes merely occasionally gleamed with a hint of anticipation for the show.

Yang Ming turned his hand over, and golden light gathered in his palm, forming a strange weapon that was neither quite a sword nor quite a saber.

He curled his fingers and lightly flicked the blade, producing a soft hum that seemed to thirst for battle.

"There is no need to persuade me further." Beneath his slanting black bangs, a faint red gleam bloomed in Yang Ming's eyes as the Three-Tomoe slowly spun. "My mind is made up."

"You..."

Dai Mubai opened his mouth. He truly wanted to rush over, grab Yang Ming by the collar, and loudly demand to know who had given him such confidence.

However, when Dai Mubai saw that Tang San and Xiao Wu, who had come with Yang Ming, did not appear particularly