"What?" Chen Ziyun turned pale.
Was Fuhara really that capable?
What about Feng Wu?
"If they win this round, they'll send another one up, and His Royal Highness…"
A Spiritual Overlord usually wouldn't affect the crown prince, but he was injured now, and Night Owl was also an extremely capable cultivator.
That was very bad news!
People of the Junwu Empire couldn't imagine what would happen.
Senior Brother Min protested, "That's not fair! Fuhara promised he wouldn't fight in the junior arena anymore!"
Other students of the Imperial College realized that, too.
That was right!
Fuhara had indeed said that, and his tone had been full of disdain.
They all raised their hands to protest.
Fuhara smirked.
He walked steadily toward the arena until he was on the stage.
He glanced at the cultivators of the Junwu Empire and smirked. "Protest? Your protest isn't worth sh*t!
