This boast was so arrogant that even the tribal leaders who had been arguing with each other could argue no more, and they all stared at Zhao Changhe in unison.
Yue Hongling sat on a small stool, resting her cheek on her hand, watching with great interest as Zhao Changhe took the lead.
A little jealousy stirred in her heart, but not much to speak of; she was especially interested in the style of someone who fights alone against numerous heroes and wished she could participate herself. Unfortunately, the jerk had put it definitively as "those who beat me," not, "we can bring out two people from our side." What a pity, what a pity.
But that's okay, it was really dashing.
The little brother had truly grown up now, growing precisely to her aesthetic... That sword pointed obliquely, the silhouette standing proudly alone, was truly beautiful.
