Not only Du Yu, but all the immortals gaped.
Since ancient times, people had only heard of "winning a bride through martial combat." Since when had "winning a bride through legends" become a thing?
"Hang on, lady." Du Yu's brows knitted tightly. "Cavendish was about to beat me to death back there, and you didn't even budge. If I'd died, wouldn't you have become a widow?"
"Heh. If the deity watching over you couldn't keep you alive through that sort of danger, it would only prove that was as far as you could go. I wouldn't pity a rabbit." Ramla slowly shook her head. "There's more to your strength than that, isn't there?"
"Strength?"
Du Yu had only one thing he wanted to say: What fucking strength do I have?
Looking at these four foreign ambassadors, they really had each come to China with their own agenda, only to happen to converge here.
Chada's goal was to kill him, Ramla's was to "win a bridegroom through legends," and the Indian monk Wazhang's was to make him give up his current job and reincarnate.
Looking at it that way, wasn't Shiranui Asuka the most straightforward one of the lot?
She was only here for fun.
He helplessly glanced back at the Queen Mother of the West, with only one thought in his mind: What does this exchange event have to do with being a "great and mighty nation" or a "competition between Immortal Realms," anyway?
But the arrow was already on the bowstring; it had to fly. He had made such a fanfare out of building the new Legend Management Bureau. He couldn't back out just as they were about to enter a legend, could he?
"Sigh..." Du Yu felt mentally exhausted. "Forget it, forget it... Qianqiu, is 'War Goddess Athena'