The battle in Marquis City was almost over.
The elder in white was stained with blood and his face covered in dust; he seemed a little flustered. He wiped off the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were full of viciousness.
"Kiddo, both of us are Holy Warriors. It is not easy for you to kill me."
Besides the elder in white and the eldest prince, the rest of the people were nearly wiped out.
As both Fu Chen and the elder in white had attained Lower Holy Warrior tier, even if the elder was slightly weaker than Fu Chen, Fu Chen could never defeat the elder.
Fu Chen too was wearing a white robe. However, he looked extremely pure and clean. There was not a speck of dust that could be seen on his robe.
The eldest prince did not seem to care about the battle. He had been staring at Gu Yiyi since the beginning and could not tear his eyes away from her.
