At this moment, the atmosphere felt somewhat tense. Nangong Xuan stared at Yue Wushuang, and in his eyes, besides coldness, there was also a trace of disgust.
Yue Wushuang was the same.
She gazed at Nangong Xuan, a hint of disdainful sneer at the corner of her mouth.
"Your strength is indeed strong, but your leadership ability is not that great. I think the responsibility of leadership shouldn't fall on you. It might as well be given to me."
Yue Wushuang slowly walked to the front, her tone carrying a hint of mockery.
Nangong Xuan's eyes grew colder and colder as he listened to Yue Wushuang, his fists clenched tightly.
Then he sneered, relaxed his hands, and gently patted his waist.
A cold gleam flashed, and a black long sword was held in his hand, reflecting waves of cold light under the illumination.
"The old rules, I don't want to waste words with you," Nangong Xuan said slowly, "Let's have a duel, whoever wins will be the leader of this mission."
