Not qualified?

You want to fight me? Hearing this, the old man narrowed his eyes, and then sneered: You are not qualified! Hearing this, Salimu Lim shook his head. He glanced at Ning Yuhao, who was covered in blood and looked like a bloody man. Suddenly, a golden soft sword appeared in his right hand. Swish! The next moment, he swung his sword without hesitation. The sword energy surged, like a huge net moving towards the young man below. Ah! Ah! Ah! With a miserable cry, Ning Yuhao's entire body was chopped...