Inside the Great Xia Martial Palace, a seemingly unremarkable, middle-aged Martial Artist leaned lazily against a wall, occasionally glancing toward the backstage entrance.
'With a Qi Sea ten thousand meters wide and an understanding of Sword Momentum, he might not be completely without a chance, even against a third-level Martial Artist.'
'Chu Qingyun, if you don't dare to show up, you'll be a great disappointment to me...'
The stands were incredibly crowded, but strangely, there was no one around this middle-aged Martial Artist.
He seemed to exude a terrifying aura that made everyone keep their distance, not daring to get close.
"Qiqi, I don't think that Chu Qingyun fellow is going to show. Hmph, a mere Level 9 Martial Artist daring to challenge a Martial Artist. Who does he think he is?"
In the stands, a young master with an aristocratic air spoke to Ye Qi with a smile.
His eyes burned with desire as he looked at Ye Qi.
