Now, even though there were six arenas with battles going on simultaneously, almost everyone's attention was focused on the first group's arena.
Because of Ying Qingfeng!
The Heavenly Pride! The Aristocratic Young Master! The number one person! The leader of the fourth generation of the Ying Family!
Everyone was eager to witness his unparalleled elegance and commanding aura!
The only one who showed disdain, not even bothering to spare a glance, was Huang Xiaolong, leaning his head on Ying Aoshan's shoulder, smelling her enchanting perfume, his mind filled with images of intimate moments with her.
Ying Aoshan was both shy and joyful.
On the arena of the first group.
The stolid teenager shot out his sword, the blade wind seemed like a passing typhoon, causing Ying Qingfeng's robe and hair to flutter violently.
Yet, Ying Qingfeng stood like a mountain, not budging an inch, exuding an impressive demeanor of a noble family.
In a blink of an eye!
Boom!!!!
