Did I really find the right person this time?
Is my grandmother here too?
Is the blood flowing in me not just from the Human Race?
At this moment, everyone cheered suddenly.
Zhou Qing and the others quickly looked over, and at some point, two figures had already appeared in the arena.
Today, Li Daoxuan was holding a heavy sword, its broad blade glinting with a cold light.
He stood tall, his white clothes fluttering in the wind, and his gaze was stern. He himself was like an unsheathed sharp sword, revealing its edge.
Opposite him was the Seventh Prince of the Holy Martial Dynasty, Xuanyuan Yichen, tightly gripping a silver spear. The spear's tip shone with silver light, as if a dragon's image twined around it.
He exuded an all-conquering aura.
"So that's the Seventh Prince?" Zhou Qing exclaimed in admiration, "I must say, this guy truly is the epitome of tall, rich, and handsome."
Yan wanting to be his brother-in-law, that's going to be difficult.
