"I admire your honesty, so I won't hold back."
Princess Nightshade stood up and looked at the side hall. She said calmly, "You might have already met the VIP of Divine Dragon Pavilion No. 1."
"Demon Sword Descendant—Guan Yutian!"
Lin Ye raised his eyebrows. "Don't tell me you want me to deal with him."
"Yes."
Princess Nightshade nodded and said seriously, "The descendants of the Demon Sword Race have yet to give up on their ambitions. They want to use the Dragoon Tournament to rope in my Dragon Race. They are even willing to sacrifice the Lingxiao Demon Sword of this generation. Refining the Demon Sword requires sacrifices. These bastards think highly of me and want to use me as a sacrifice to form the Demon Sword."
