Old Yellow could not help but exhale a breath of cold air, thinking in its heart: Are you trying to find a flowery way to kill yourself?

Usually, when people want to train their combat abilities, they would exchange pointers with others, or challenge an expert that they were familiar with. At the most, they would enter Jianghu to temper themselves. However, those that dared to do that were the Heaven’s Prides.

Only when they had no other options left and were forced to the edge, would they brace themselves to fight to the death.

However, this b*stard was really good, taking the initiative to engage in a death match with a group of experts.

Moreover, there was even the slight possibility that he might encounter a true Xiantian powerhouse!

If this wasn’t a flowery to kill himself, then what was it?

The old weasel found it extremely hard to understand Chu Yu’s thoughts; it even thought that he had gone mad.

Thus, Old Yellow stammered and mumbled, "How bout… I make a move first?"

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