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Glancing about, another youth spoke, his long robes an emerald green, the fan in his hand unfurled to cover his face save for his eyes, "One hundred against such odds. Nothing too great, wouldn't you say, Sword Dragon?" 

Calmly turning his gaze, the Shou Xin coldly began to walk forward, the rigid cold of his face turning the temperature down by several degrees. 

Ju Xiang, the heir of the Ju State, one of the few run by a monarchy and not a clan, stood his ground. 

As the Crown Prince of Ju state, how could he afford to step back? 

Clutching the Wrathful Fan, his eyes slowly began to churn as a myriad of energies converged, preparing for a battle! 

He had been warned, and was prepared for such a confrontation since long ago! 

However. 

To everyone's shock, there was no clash. 

Shou Xin directly walked past him. 

His blood began to circulate again, and he realized that… he had been terrified.