Yan Beihan watched the challengers climbing the rankings below.
Yu Fengshen was charging upward.
She was still five places below her.
Even from afar, she could see Yu Fengshen's momentum soaring straight into the heavens.
Fang Che was thirty-five places below Yu Fengshen.
She could sense that Fang Che had kept his sights on Yu Fengshen all along. His gaze had swept toward her more than once. Yan Beihan could see the naked killing intent in Fang Che's eyes clearly.
Yan Beihan sighed.
Feng Yun had once told her, "Yu Fengshen-I don't intend to let her live! I've already instructed Night Demon to kill her. Lord Yan, if you get the chance, give me a helping hand."
Worry entered Yan Beihan's gaze. The current Fang Che is no match for Yu Fengshen. Charging straight toward her like this, aren't you afraid you'll get beaten instead?
And behind Fang Che... Zhao Yinger was following him, too.
Her worry immediately turned to anger.
Why was Zhao Yinger climbing the rankings right behind Fang Che? Yan Beihan could figure that out with her backside: she was blocking challenges for him.
"Hmph! Bootlicker! Shameless woman!"
Yan Beihan rolled her eyes and continued looking down.
She did not even glance at Dong Yuanping or She Menglong. Instead, she was rather interested in the three young experts from the Golden Dragon Hall charging upward.
She always felt that the Golden Dragon Hall was not so simple.
Although all ten of them, along with the two experts leading them, gave off the unmistakable air of country bumpkins entering the city, Yan Beihan still focused her attention on them.
Her intuition told her they seemed to be putting on an act.
Xue Changqing shared her opinion, likewise because of his intuition: the Golden Dragon Hall definitely could not