As the entire stadium quieted down, in the midst of the flames, Nalan Jie and the rest were about to step forward, a figure landed on the stage.
"Sang Qiong Li?"
As they started to be able to identify the figure on stage, everyone entered a state of shock.
It wasn't that he wasn't powerful enough, but that he was the one with the lowest profile within his family, and was scarcely interested in the matters related to strength and power. Even if anyone had challenged him, he might not have even taken it up. Who thought that he would be the first to step up?
"Why did brother Qiong Li go up?" The people were shocked, but the Sang family was even more taken aback. The only person who shared a close relationship with Sang Qiong Li would know, and he rubbed his chin, saying, "He can't be going up to fight with that little punk right?"
"That punk? Who?" Everyone who heard what he said was curious about who he was referring to.
