"Fellow Daoist Chu, if you don't want to accept this fellow's challenge, I'll go and send him packing for you," Ghost Blade Heavenly Venerable said.
Because Jian Que had informed on them, he now had no goodwill toward the Sword Clan at all. He even wanted to teach Jian Wuwei a lesson himself.
But Chu Kuangren smiled faintly. "There's no need to trouble you with this, General. Since he came looking for me, let me go."
After all, he did indeed have an agreement to fight the man.
Seventeenth Fortress.
The dueling arena.
Large-scale Dao Tradition Wars were forbidden on the Extraterrestrial Battlefield. That would have been tantamount to internal strife, weakening Firmament Star's strength against the Blood Tribe. Thus, dueling arenas had come into being.
Whether private grudges or disputes between Daoist Traditions, they could all be settled in the dueling arenas by sending a small number of people.
Every fortress had dueling arenas.
These arenas generally had no shortage of people. After all, hundreds of millions of cultivators lived in a fortress, and frequent friction was inevitable, so an endless stream of people came to the arenas.
A young swordsman stood in one of the dueling arenas.
A longsword hung at his waist, and his aura was exceedingly sharp.
This man was Jian Wuwei.
He had already waited ten days in the arena for Chu Kuangren.
Over those ten days, some swordsmen had come to challenge him. Some wanted to use him as a stepping stone to prominence, while others simply wanted to test their Sword Dao against his. Jian Wuwei turned none of them away, accepting every challenge and defeating them one by one.
Over ten consecutive days, ninety-eight swordsmen had fallen to Jian Wuwei, including quite a few Upper Heavenly Venerables.
In those ten days, Jian