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...