Second Great King's Style Remained Unchanged

Having been called out, Wang Xuan stepped forward and walked ahead.

The Second Elder pointed with one hand. Light mist rose from the center of the hall, fine glowing lines weaving together as the "Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land" attribute was activated there.

That area still appeared to be inside the main hall, but once one stepped into it, it was equivalent to entering an enormous arena that covered a vast expanse.

There was no need to leave this place now. The battlefield was ready.

Everyone looked on expectantly. The great battle was about to begin.

Wang Xuan had been in the hall and had witnessed everything that had just happened. He knew that the Second Elder of the sacred mountain was furious, and even he felt that this woman from the Long-Armed Ape Clan had gone too far.

This was the sacred mountain of the Black Peacock Clan, yet she had ripped open their scars here, bringing up that terribly unpleasant past. Many ancestors of the Black Peacock Clan had lost their lives because of it, while others had been kept in captivity. For her to provoke them like this was extremely vile in nature.

"A branch from beyond the mountain, an outsider demon? I rather look down on you. Send out a pure-blooded Black Peacock. As a direct descendant of the Long-armed Divine Ape Clan, I need someone of equal standing to fight me. You are not qualified."

It had to be said that this woman's mouth was truly rather foul. Even Wang Xuan wanted to slap her. This was only their first meeting, and they had never had any dealings before, yet she had instantly made him dislike her.

Her long golden hair curled slightly in waves, her skin was fair, and she was fairly pretty. But her expression