As Zhao Gongming's voice faded, Ye Feng slowly stood up, and at the same time, the white-clad young man from the Bu Family also got to his feet. However, no matter how one looked, the white-clad youth appeared quite indifferent, his expression cold and haughty.
The entire venue erupted in thunderous applause. Yet, it was evident that the cheers for the white-clad youth were the loudest. Of course, the vast majority of those in the venue were more optimistic about this mysterious and dashing white-clad youth. As for Northern King Ye Feng, let alone outsiders, even those from the Northern Border who served under him, such as Sima Zhantian and Xiao Chuanqi, didn't believe their lord could win.
