Multiple challengers.

Unfortunately, you are ineligible to take 70% of my strength, and your cultivation base isn't even worth my time.' MoShen thought. 

Because he exuded the aura of a martial king, everyone mistook him for one, not caring about his true cultivation base. 

The young man who recently challenged him is only at the low stage of the martial emperor realm. 

"My name is Zach, and I'd like to challenge you to a duel." As he spoke, his voice was arrogant. 

His weapon was of the quasi-heaven grade, a longsword with a golden handle and a black body; the sword exuded a lethal aura when compared to MoShen's.

MoShen was already prepared to engage in battle as soon as Zach ascended the stage. 

"OK, Zach, I'm curious how long you'll last in the ring." MoShen smirked and held his sword casually, as if he didn't consider Zach a worthy opponent.