Relegated to a supporting role on the side, Long Zhandu watched Hong Yuan dominate the heroes. A fierce clarity surged through his heart, and he grew immensely excited. He thought, Lin Bu Jing, if I can't have good things, neither can you!
"Number one, number one!" Ye Zhuyin gently bit her red lips, silently watching Hong Yuan's dark silhouette.
The Army Chief of Mythical Sound Pavilion, Qiu Wuxi, secretly drew a sharp breath. She actually felt a threat from Hong Yuan that was even stronger than Lin Bu Jing, stronger even than the Desolate Beast from Dream Tao, the West Dream Tiger. Qiu Wuxi's pupils quaked violently. Is this monster really not a Saint!?
Chen Hao, Li Qiyuan, Lin Bu Jing... These Martial Arts Heavenly Talents had once been proud and unyielding, preparing for a grand battle over the position of Alliance Hierarch. Now, they could only watch from afar as Hong Yuan strode towards the main seat.
