Ling Qingxue, Zhan Wuji!
These two were publicly acknowledged as peerless monsters whose strength was firmly in the top five of this grand competition, and the most powerful contenders for the Half a Seventeenth Order Low-grade Status Spiritual Material.
No one had expected that they would arrive one after the other at this Red Gold Platform, which had already become the eye of the storm.
For a time, both inside and outside the platform, the atmosphere grew heavy to the extreme.
Above the Divine Capital, billions held their breath, countless gazes fixed on the three curtains of heaven that had suddenly become the focus.
Zhan Wuji's wild, unrestrained gaze lingered for a moment on Ling Qingxue's cold, stunning profile, and he grinned.
"Ice beauty, this half portion of spiritual material is a little shabby, but better than nothing. Do you want it? If you ask, I might let you take it first."
His words were casual, as if he were discussing some trivial little matter, but the confidence and arrogance contained in his tone were laid bare.
In his eyes, the ownership of this half portion of spiritual material depended only on a thought from him or Ling Qingxue. As for Chen Fei and He Jinchuan, who were locked in fierce battle inside, they were not worth mentioning.
Hearing this, Ling Qingxue's voice, cold as an icy spring, slowly rang out, carrying not the slightest emotion. "Can you beat them if they join hands?"
Her gaze remained fixed on the ninth region.
Although Chen Fei and He Jinchuan were in the thick of their battle and seemed to have no attention to spare, if Zhan Wuji rashly barged in intending to seize the spiritual material, there was no guarantee the two inside would not temporarily stop fighting and turn outward