Pureblooded Dragon

"I see that you have defeated quite a few opponents. You must be pretty strong," Zhang Xuan said as he glanced at the injured cultivators sprawled all over the dueling ring.

If even the sixth rank Qi Yue was defeated, it meant that the white-robed man on the stage was of an even higher rank, right?

However, that was not important to him. He was not aiming to be at the top of the Board of Potential God Kings anyway. All he wanted was the right to use the Great Displacement Teleportation Formation.

"Yet another fearless fool, eh?"

Seeing how the young man was walking toward him without the slightest hint of fear, Ao Hua burst into laughter. He looked at the young man and asked mockingly, "Do you intend to challenge me to a duel?"

"That's right. What rank are you on the Board of Potential God Kings? I'm sorry to say this, but I don't want to waste my time fighting anyone who is beneath thirtieth," Zhang Xuan replied.