“Even if the Tea Party hasn’t started by then, I’ll still want to witness the continent’s strongest eye-bloodline. I hope Three Eyed Saint won’t reject me.”
Zhao Feng’s words suddenly took a turn as he looked directly at the host without any expression.
Hearing this, the hearts of the present True Dragon geniuses thudded. Many looked toward the blue-haired youth in shock.
No one would have thought that Zhao Feng would go against the Three Eyed Saint and then ask for a spar.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
“This Zhao Feng… isn’t giving the Three Eyed Saint any face at all.”
“What courage! Directly challenging the winner of two Sacred True Dragon Gatherings.”
“Hehe, the Three Eyed Saint’s already over fifty years old. When he participated in his first Sacred True Dragon Gathering, Zhao Feng wasn’t even born yet.”
