The great hall was strangely quiet. Princess Zhang Le looked at Yu Qingcheng's group with a sneering smile, wondering why such a bunch of wimps would dare to seek her husband's fortune. Qixia, on the other hand, was holding Wu Qi's arm in her hands and squinting at the crowd that surrounded Ji Dai—a fat flock of sheep, eight Supreme Oracles and eight Third Pangu Heaven generals who would certainly taste good if they were refined into fiend energy crystals.
Ji Dai did not see the sneering smile on Princess Zhang Le's face or feel the predatory menace that came from Qixia. He glanced coldly at the Long Bo men who were walking toward him from all sides and sneered, "What do you want to do, King of Dong Hai? Do you dare to touch me?"
