Handsome and dashing, with looks to rival Pan An, Mu Jiming drew the eyes of countless female cultivators the instant he appeared, like the brightest star in the night sky. Shrieks and flirtatious glances surged toward him like a tide, as though they had already forgotten he had come to challenge their home turf.
The male cultivators, meanwhile, ground their teeth in fury, wishing they could rush forward and tear apart that face of his, lovelier than a woman's. That bastard Mu Jiming was a grown man, yet he was prettier than a woman. How was that acceptable?!
Although the Xuanhuang World had its fair share of the Elf Race, compared with a Wood Elf like Mu Jiming, they were fireflies beside the radiant moon, falling a little short.
Besides, everyone saw these local elves so often that they had long since grown accustomed to them. They could hardly compare to the shock and excitement Mu Jiming stirred in the women before him.
It was like a few pitch-black men suddenly appearing in the entirely yellow-skinned Eastern Region: naturally, they would attract the special attention of certain women...
"I want to fight you!"
With that furious shout, a young genius from the Xuanhuang World's Gold Elf Lineage leaped lightly onto the Tournament Platform like an agile bird.
Although both belonged to the Elf Race, once the duel began, neither showed the slightest mercy, fighting as though they were sworn enemies.
They traded blows without yielding an inch. After more than a hundred rounds of heart-stopping combat, the outcome finally became clear: Mu Jiming still held a slight edge!
The carefully crafted replica of the Mountain and River Painting Fan in his hand became like an incomparably sharp sword, sweeping viciously toward the Gold Elf with the speed of thunder