The Start of the Competition

"It's fine as long as you know it," the man said proudly.

"Then, do you know my name, or from which place I came?"

The man shook his head, and wondered whether Jiang Chen came from a colossal faction?"

"It's just like this, bye bye.".

Jiang Chen turned around decisively without uttering even another word, and left. He didn't feel like tangling with them.

"You are really infuriating me." The man couldn't bear it any longer, and he pulled his sword out.

"Misty Mountain Rain!"

He used an extremely profound technique, and his sword's light flickered like raindrops. One couldn't guard against such a move, nor could he catch a glimpse of its track.

However, when the sword momentum just neared Jiang Chen, several scarlet sword lights flickered, and annihilated it.