He toyed with the Jade Fan in his hand, spinning it at a leisurely pace as he strolled along without a care. He looked nothing like someone here to compete in the finals—more like he was taking a walk through his own backyard.
Ma Rulong followed close behind him. Every step landed firmly, and fine beads of sweat dotted his forehead, though his gaze remained steady enough.
Truthfully, his main concern was that if Prince Xiaoyao got hurt, he'd have no idea how to explain it when they returned.
The Sword of Judgment rested inside his Storage Soul Tool. Its scabbard was pitch-black, without a single decorative pattern.
Across from them, Ma Xiaotao strode onto the competition stage, her fiery red hair streaming wildly behind her. The phantom of the Evil Fire Phoenix shimmered faintly at her back, and the air around them heated in an instant, even the wind carrying a scorching warmth.
Her phoenix eyes fixed on Xu Yanli, the fighting spirit in them blazing like a fire.
Dai Yaoheng walked beside her, his steps steady and powerful. The pressure of the Evil Eye White Tiger spread silently around him. He was like a heavy sword drawn from its sheath—seemingly ponderous, yet incredibly sharp.
The four stopped in the middle of the stage, facing off in pairs. The air instantly grew thick with tension.
Ma Xiaotao looked Xu Yanli up and down and gave a cold snort, her voice full of disdain. "So you're Prince Xiaoyao, the one who wears a mask every day because he doesn't dare show his true face?"
The Jade Fan in Xu Yanli's hand snapped shut with a swish. His tone was as casual as if he were chatting about what to eat today. "I'm still better than someone who can't control her