"I might not be able to help you much, but my man is not someone who can be ridiculed indiscriminately."
Yan Ruyu looked assertive, exuding an air of superiority, and the pattern between her eyebrows imposed an invisible pressure.
The next moment, intense battles began, each resolved quickly.
"I didn't expect us to face each other so soon."
Qijie stepped onto the arena, his gaze fixed on his opponent, also a monk, Wu Ji from Mingwang Temple, a genius disciple of this generation.
"I heard you received the inheritance of the Fighting War Holy Buddha. I was breaking through and did not participate, otherwise, this Holy Buddha inheritance would not have been yours!"
Wu Ji looked at Qijie and sneered coldly.
"Really? Who can't brag!"
Qijie dismissed it with a curl of his lip.
"Today, let's see just how strong the disciple of the Abbot of Lingyin Temple really is!"
