Standing nearby, Lin Qingxue saw the young man reject her master's invitation outright, and a flicker of delight crossed her eyes. Yet she feigned fury and shouted, "Who do you think you are? You're nothing but early Saint Rank trash! It's your good fortune that my master thinks highly of you! To think you'd be so ungrateful! Since that's how it is, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
Lin Qingxue roared, then barked coldly, "Come out and die!"
Faced with Lin Qingxue's furious rebuke, Qin Wuyou wore a faint sneer. Unhurriedly, he replied with a cold laugh, "Early Saint Rank trash, is it? I never imagined this young lady would be so ruthless that she wouldn't even spare herself! Since we're both at Saint Rank, wouldn't anyone who saw you be justified in calling you nothing but Saint Rank trash too?"
Qin Wuyou's retort was not loud, but it struck right at the heart of the matter, instantly leaving Lin Qingxue speechless.
Lin Qingxue had never expected the young man to seize on a careless insult and turn it against her. Her entire face flushed with anger.
"What a sharp-tongued brat! Let's see whether your fists are as tough as your mouth!"
Her face crimson, Lin Qingxue challenged Qin Wuyou. "If you've got any courage, stop hiding behind your elders and come out for a fair fight! Let fate decide who lives and who dies!"
Before Qin Wuyou could answer, Bai Qianyu intervened. "No! That isn't fair! Lin Qingxue, you're at peak Saint Rank, while this... this disciple is only at early Saint Rank! If you truly want a fair fight, suppress your cultivation to early Saint Rank too. Only then will it be fair!"
Had she known that the young man before her was Qin Wuyou, Lin Qingxue