Especially that sentence about not being able to beat her Senior Brother, yet claiming she could defeat the Demon Race fighter.
The crowd did not take her seriously.
Her Senior Brother is at most at the Peak State of the Lord Realm, not yet in the Saint Realm. How can he compare to someone at the Peak State of the Saint Realm? Wen Qingshan scoffed inwardly.
Emperor Son and Emperor Tian exchanged glances, remaining silent.
Gu Mang and Lan Qingshui were also frowning. They naturally hoped someone would take action, but could this little girl do it?
"What's your name?" Zi Ji stepped forward.
Her petite figure was not tall, and her delicate face still carried a touch of childishness.
When she smiled, her face was filled with innocence.
The Demon Race fighter said nothing, his expression full of scorn. Without waiting for her to make a move, he raised his hand and unleashed a sword light, wrapped in powerful demonic power.
