This was the person Li Tianming had seen who most resembled the three words "Tomb God Vein."
If not for her dusky gray skin, judging solely by her features, this woman was exceptionally beautiful—perhaps even more stunning than Xing Xuanyao. Yet compared to beauty, what she inspired now was more awe.
"This is also the Cult Master's daughter, isn't she?" Li Tianming guessed from her outline.
"Yes." An Ning nodded, her eyes fixed on the young woman. "Her name is Shen Hui. They say she is far more ruthless and vicious than her younger brother. Among the Cult Master's many children, she has one of the worst tempers."
"Understood. Looks like she is your greatest opponent."
"Let's get past Huangji Taizang and Taicang Yinhe first!" An Ning said.
"No." Li Tianming pointed at the newly released battle order. "According to this sequence, the two of you might meet in the round of sixteen to eight. You will not make it to the finals."
"Ugh!" An Ning could not help rolling her eyes. Speechless, she said, "The imperial family arranged this together with the Tomb God Cult. They promised me a seeded position, only to make me cannon fodder instead!"
One glance was enough to reveal that Wei Yang's route to break through was much better, while An Ning's path was fraught with obstacles.
Of course, based on what Wei Yang and An Ning had displayed so far, Wei Yang still inspired greater expectations.
Moreover, the imperial family would certainly reserve the best positions for their own princes and princesses.
Though this arrangement was absurd, as long as one was strong enough, there was no need to care about such things.
Thus, An Ning merely complained a little and did not let it affect her state of mind.
Right now, she