"And what if I did? What are you going to do?" Qingyi turned his face, snarling, his voice full of contempt.
"You... you dare... you filthy pig who doesn't know your place!" The ground shook as Jinrui stomped down hard, causing many of the weaker young men to fall to their knees.
The strongest had to struggle just to breathe, while only Qingyi and the golden-eyed beauty managed to stand up without any problem.
"Do you want to test whether I dare or not?" Qingyi retorted, not releasing his aura, just his killing intent, letting it fall completely on Jinrui.
Jinrui almost completely lost control at that moment, only not attacking Qingyi because of a loud, disgruntled grunt.
"If you want to kill each other, wait for the main tournament. I won't tolerate any fighting here." Tianjin, the patriarch of the dragon people, spoke up, sitting at the top of the grand staircase together with the leaders of the other beastmen folks.
