"Hmph, whoever dares touch the Young Master, I'll turn them into minced meat!"
Tian Tu clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light, exuding a terrifying aura.
"Anyone who dares touch the Young Master will die!"
Jian Yun's eyes shot out a dreadful sword intent, seemingly capable of piercing the sky.
"Alright, you don't need to worry, Tian Tu, Jian Yun, you don't have to bother with me. Let me see what kind of strength this group really has. The person capable of killing me hasn't been born yet!"
Xiao Yifeng's lips curled into a playful smile, his eyes flickering with coldness.
Then Xiao Yifeng, Jian Yun, Tian Tu, Lan Linger, and Ling Yun all stepped onto the arena.
Others watched the twenty Dragon-ranked warriors on the arena with expectant eyes, eager to know just how strong they truly were.
"Alright, let the tournament begin!"
Zhu Jizi spoke.
All eyes in the venue were on the arena.
