Boom!
Purple-red and platinum battle shadows streaked wildly across the banquet platform, crashing into each other and erupting with the thunderous roar of colossal beasts colliding, shaking the heavens and splitting the earth!
It was obvious that this battle was an enhanced version of Zi Zhen's fight against Princess Mo. The spectacle, the clashes, the fluctuations in combat power—everything had been upgraded.
What remained the same was that the purple-red figure held absolutely no disadvantage in this close-quarters battle. If anything, the longer they fought, the more fiercely she pressed her advantage!
"She's an entire level below her opponent, yet she's fighting a Ghost God Supreme of the Holy Blood Clan to a standstill. Is this what you call the Purple Blood Clan?"
Zi Zhen's violence left everyone reeling. Even the members of the Purple Blood Clan who were affiliated with the An Clan were dizzy with disbelief, completely unable to trust their own eyes.
"Her opponent is the number one on the Xuanyuan Ancient Ranking! The seventeenth prince himself..."
The vicious shadow that kept charging and slaughtering across the banquet platform was difficult to associate with the little girl from before. She looked more like a primordial purple-blooded fiend!
Faced with such a battle, the Ghost Gods of the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan, strong and weak, old and young alike, all tensed up!
It could be said that Prince Cang was Xuanyuan's greatest hope. This hope of orthodoxy stood above Ye Yichen and Li Tianming. His battle tugged at the hearts of countless Xuanyuan Ghost Gods!
And Ghost Gods were Xuanyuan's mainstream faction to begin with!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Starting with some members of the imperial family's Holy Blood Clan, a uniform roar filled with murderous intent suddenly surged forth. It shook the firmament, forming a suppressive tide of aura