Kui Mulang's death made Yan Zhu, who had just sat down, slapped his seat and stood up again. His cold face and his eyes were full of anger.

A strong pressure immediately emanated. Except for the guard with the iron sword and helmet, everyone around was frightened and could no longer resist. They knelt on the ground.

This shocking pressure was not just force, but also a sense of suppression brought to people by the superiors for a long time. Even Duojiao felt this. There was a hint of fear in her eyes and a slight sweat crystal oozing from her neck.

This is Yanzhu!

This is the number one master of the Dian Kingdom. Duojiao then realized that if he really attacked, he would definitely die!

"Yi Shaocheng, you sinner, dare you come to our Dian Kingdom to make trouble. Do you know that this is the most sacred martial arts competition in my Dian Kingdom?" Yan Zhu looked at Yi Shaocheng on the martial arts competition stage from afar and said coldly.

Wherever the sound passed, the people of Dian Kingdom below the stage knelt on the ground one after another.

When Yi Shaocheng heard this familiar voice, he slowly turned his head, looked back with a faint look, and looked at the eldest princess of Dian Kingdom on the supreme stands from afar.

What a familiar and exquisite face, what an arrogant and arrogant arrogance, this moment even made Yi Shaocheng feel an irresistible desire to destroy him.

But Yi Shaocheng's eyes were still indifferent. He didn't speak and waited and watched coldly.
Chapter completed!