"Considering your face, I think Emperor Ye probably won't kill you for asking," Tengyi said indifferently.
Francis smiled faintly, unfazed, "My target isn't Emperor Ye."
Tengyi and Seron exchanged smiles, neither taking him seriously. Francis was clearly up to something, evidently after Princess Hermione, but then again, who wasn't?
The two on stage were currently the closest to the princess, already unable to sit still and beginning their combat, but who would have the last laugh was still uncertain. The Ozil Empire hadn't yet nominated someone—were they perhaps waiting?
The powerful spatial shield granted by the Eternal Crystal provided ample room for the combatants, ensuring safety even at the peak of spatial cultivation.
