In the huge courtyard, there were more than a dozen people.
Most of these people were from the younger generation of the Zhan Clan. Other than Zhan Hong and the others who were here to participate in the competition, the rest were arranged to observe and learn. As for the others, they were the elders of the Zhan Clan.
There was a faint smile on Gu Xi's face at this time. The spiritual energy in his body had already been quietly running, and the fluctuation of the Saint stage poured out without reservation. In the blink of an eye, it covered the entire courtyard.
Not far away from her, Zhan Wushuang had his hands behind his back, looking down at him from above. His expression did not change in the face of Gu Xi's pressure.
The difference in strength between the two of them could be seen at a glance.
This made many of the people present laugh and shake their heads.
