Not long after Ninth Prince Tyr and his group arrived, Xu Jingming slowly appeared at a teleportation point in the arena stands.
He stood tall and straight, his black hair dark as ink. Not the slightest emotional fluctuation could be seen on his cold, stern face.
The moment he appeared, he immediately drew the attention of nearby Sacred Land members.
"That's Xu Jingming? He doesn't look like anything special."
"Hmph, a native who hasn't even condensed a Dharma Form dares challenge the royal family's dignity? He's simply courting death!"
"Putting everything else aside, he's pretty handsome."
"..."
The stands buzzed with discussion, and most people looked at Xu Jingming with disdain.
In terms of talent, Xu Jingming was indeed among the very best.
But he came from a Native Planet and had yet to condense a Dharma Form.
They estimated that it would take him another hundred or two hundred years just to reach the normal combat level of a Level 1 Genius within the Sacred Land.
In their eyes, the outcome of this battle had long been decided.
"Xu Jingming, over here."
From a relatively forward section of the stands, Ramon waved and called out.
At over five meters tall, he stood out enormously among the spectators even without getting up, merely by waving his hand.
Xu Jingming followed readily and headed toward Ramon.
His senior brother Jess had also come to watch.
However, he was not here, but in the designated seats for Sacred Land instructors.
When Xu Jingming walked over, he saw a tall woman seated beside Ramon.
She had an oval face, delicate features, and breathtaking beauty.
Clad in fiery red battle armor, her graceful figure was captivating.
Yet what caught Xu Jingming's attention most was not her looks or figure, but her eyes.
They were