"Gu Zimo."
Fengting Shengwu knew the opponent before him, an Upper Yu prodigy, quite well.
She was a young woman in an ink-black dress, her face cold and her expression domineering. She was clearly accustomed to looking down on others.
She currently ranked twentieth on the Dragon Ascendant Ranking, a little below Bu Qingquan and Sishen Jing. But the ranking was no absolute measure of strength. In combat power and talent, she was widely considered their equal.
"Looks like you and your brother both broke through your limits and waited for this moment to stun everyone," Gu Zimo said, lifting her chin slightly as she regarded Fengting Shengwu with cool eyes.
"You're thinking too much. Only the Dragon Ascendant Palace produces talent like that. You and I come from similar backgrounds, and even with the palace's training, you haven't reached that point. How could I get lucky twice over so easily?" Fengting Shengwu chuckled.
"Then that's rather sad for you. You say you're happy for your own brother, but watching him rise so high and become your father's sole favorite while you fade into a dull green leaf must hurt, doesn't it?" Gu Zimo said.
"No." Fengting Shengwu curled his lip. "Gu Zimo, we're not friends, but we do know each other. We're bound to keep crossing paths. Do you really need to shake my resolve here?"
Gu Zimo glanced at the Divine Treasury Ranking.
Before Fengting Haolong's match, the Dragon Ascendant Palace had already been gaining fast on the Primordial Army Manor. But after that battle, the manor had pulled a few points ahead again.
Perhaps the Dragon Ascendant Palace would catch up eventually, but the closer they came, the more anxious they grew.
So Gu Zimo said coldly, "You're right. We aren't friends. And this isn't a sparring