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The person in front of him was World College young teacher, and he was clearly a few years younger than him, but Wind-raising One Sword could feel that the other party's way of the sword had far surpassed his.

"Huff … Huff …"

Taking a deep breath, Wind-raising One Sword raised his eyes and looked at Du Shaomu. He sheathed his broadsword and said, "As a disciple of Berserk Sword Sect, I cannot acknowledge you as my teacher, but I can also help you solve your doubts. From now on, I will be your student, student Wind-raising One Sword. Greetings teacher!"

The moment he finished speaking, Wind-raising One Sword bowed towards Du Shaomu and performed an incomparably respectful student salute.

In the path of martial arts, the first priority was to reach the top.

No matter how old young teacher was, he had the benefit of being taught, which was that he was a student and should address him as teacher.

"So what if you're a teacher? The World College is wide open, and in the future, you can be considered an honorary student of World College. You may leave!"

Du Shaomu waved his hand, not because he wanted to accept students for World College, but rather, he did not plan to accept any students, so he gave it to World College.

"The student took his leave."

How wild and fierce was Wind-raising One Sword? He was the pride of the Berserk Sword Sect, but at this moment, he respectfully took his leave.

Staring at the scene on the Battlestage, the eyes of Yun Mei, Yue Yuv, Eldest Princess Cheng Huihui, and the rest of their group, all flashed with light.

"Wind-raising One Sword acknowledged Mu Shaodu as his teacher?"

Countless onlookers around the plaza were even more flabbergasted.

On the high platform, Mad Scholar stood up and bowed towards the teenager on the Battlestage.

He had come to an epiphany just a moment ago, but it wasn't appropriate for him to acknowledge a teacher. Thus, he bowed to Zhang Xuan as a form of gratitude.

All the experts looked at each other in dismay!

In a supreme trial, only death awaits.

He never thought that when Mu Shaodu arrived at Berserk Sword Sect, Wind-raising One Sword would pay respects to his teacher, and even the grand Sect Master of Berserk Sword Sect, Liu Tie, would do the same.

"Gu Gu …"

"Wind-raising One Sword, are you our senior or junior?"

Si Xiuwu, Mu Hanqing, Pang Lei, and Liu Tie were also speechless. They looked at each other and swallowed their saliva secretly with shocked gazes.

Unknowingly, Mu Yingluo's eyes had become glazed over, and her entire body seemed to have sunk into some sort of trance.

Thunder Faculty Elder's hands had clenched into fists unknowingly. The lightning in his eyes flashed as if he was trying his best to suppress the shock in his heart.

"It's time for the Nanmen Family!"

On the Battlestage, Du Shaomu did not waste any time, he looked at the five people on Nanmen Aristocratic Family and lightly said: "Yesterday, someone wanted to find a sense of existence on Old Street Black Market, and recover the face of Barren Hill Feast, and wanted to fight with me. Today, I can give you a chance, and I'll grant you that wish!"

"Swish, swish …"

Numerous gazes immediately turned towards Young King Nanmen.

Yesterday, there were many people who didn't know about Young King Nanmen's argument with Mu Shaodu over Old Street Black Market.

At this moment, Mu Shaodu was also referring to Young King Nanmen.

"Hmph!"

Young King Nanmen's gaze darkened as he jumped onto the Battlestage.

Young King Nanmen had long eyebrows like a willow tree and a body like a jade tree. Although he was wounded, he did not lose much of his handsome looks. However, between his gentle and indifferent brows, there seemed to be a shadow that could not be unraveled at this moment.

Young King Nanmen also went up the Battlestage alone.

Wind-raising One Sword, Yue Yuv, Yun Mei, and the others all had Battlestage on them alone. If all five of them were to come at once, even if they won, he would not be able to afford to lose that person.

Staring at Mu Shaodu, Young King Nanmen did not hide the coldness in his eyes.

From the Barren Hill Feast, he already did not like the look of this brat.

Yesterday, an expert of Nanmen Family was killed, and such a provocation of Nanmen Family, if this person does not die, his Nanmen Aristocratic Family will no longer exist!

"I have to say, you really did surprise me. It's a pity that you shouldn't have initiated the Sovereign Trial. There's no one here to help you today!"

Young King Nanmen stared at Du Shaomu. A formless aura fluctuated on his body and radiance permeated the air. He stood there with a sense of majesty.

In the first few rounds, Young King Nanmen could see that he had underestimated this kid. This Mu Shaodu really did have some skills.

However, Young King Nanmen was confident that he would be able to trample his second stage Martial King Stage cultivation.

Without the help of external forces, and without the Colorful Demonic Butterfly and the Battle Soul Beast Symbol in his hands, killing this brat would be a piece of cake.

In the Three Sects Conference of the One Courtyard, two families lost to Lv Jingqiong and didn't even get into the top three. That made Young King Nanmen very unwilling.

But at this moment, if he killed Mu Shaodu, Young King Nanmen felt that he would have taken back the face of the entire Nanmen Aristocratic Family for himself!

"This is going to be a fierce battle, isn't it?"

At this moment, when they heard Young King Nanmen's words, the surrounding crowd started whispering to each other.

Even though Mu Shaodu had defeated Yue Yuv, Yun Mei, Zhui Tian, and Mo Guquan, and killed five heaven's pride experts with Bloodknife Sect, and even made Wind-raising One Sword acknowledge his teacher on the spot.

However, Young King Nanmen was, after all, a favored child of the heavens, a cultivation of the second level Martial King Stage, far stronger than Yun Mei, Yue Yuv, and Wind-raising One Sword.

Even though Young King Nanmen had failed, but taking the Nanmen Aristocratic Family with him to the fourth place of this year's First, Second, Third and Third Sects' Great Assembly still made quite a few young women's eyes light up.

"Young King Nanmen will win!"

"Young King Nanmen may have lost this battle, but he is still one of the most powerful geniuses of the younger generation!"

Some of the young women muttered in their hearts, while in their hearts, they still supported Young King Nanmen.

"Mu Shaodu was also extraordinary. Yun Mei, Yue Yuv, Wind-raising One Sword, and the others hadn't even used their second attack. Perhaps they already possessed the Martial King Stage!"

"Impossible, Mu Shaodu is only seventeen years old, he's definitely not as strong as Young King Nanmen!"

"Qi Xiaolou is also only seventeen years old, and just as tyrannical!"

"Qi Xiaolou never fought with Young King Nanmen!"

Some people in the crowd even started to argue about Young King Nanmen and Mu Shaodu.

On the Battlestage, Du Shaomu shot an indifferent glance at Young King Nanmen. His expression remained calm, as if he had seen through Young King Nanmen's thoughts. "Make your move, don't waste my time."

"Even in the face of death, you still act so arrogantly."

Young King Nanmen's expression immediately became ugly, and his eyes flashed with a cold light. He stared straight at Du Shaomu and said: "You can't use any external force, so what if you are? The identity of a World College teacher, is nothing in front of my Nanmen Aristocratic Family, not worth mentioning!"

"Very noisy."1

Wu Tie waved his hand and calmly glanced at Young King Nanmen. His eyes were deep and bright.

"You …"

Young King Nanmen's pupils contracted violently as killing intent surged in his eyes. His thunderous voice shook the entire plaza as he said, "Arrogant and arrogant! I will annihilate you today!"

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