The voice abruptly silenced the assembly's boiling excitement.
Standing in the center of the arena, looking down on all around him, Jin Jiuxiao raised an eyebrow as well.
He whipped his head around.
There, a little over a hundred feet behind him, he saw someone.
A handsome young man of the Dragon Race, tall and straight, dressed in close-fitting blue clothes.
He had appeared in the arena at some unknown point and was now looking at him with a smile.
The instant he saw this young man.
Jin Jiuxiao's pupils abruptly contracted, and golden light burst from his eyes as though it had substance.
He fixed his gaze on the other man.
"So alike. Far too alike!"
The young man before him bore a strong resemblance to the human youth he had first encountered on the Borderlands Battlefield, the one who had nearly smashed his kidneys apart.
And Jin Jiuxiao was certain that human youth was, in all likelihood, the Shadowless Asura.
In other words, this fellow bore some resemblance to the Shadowless Asura.
But Jin Jiuxiao knew this man could not possibly be the Shadowless Asura.
Because when the other man appeared, he had sensed the rich, pure Dragon Race bloodline within him.
Even though the other man had not released any bloodline pressure, with his own ability to sense powerful bloodlines.
Jin Jiuxiao actually felt a faint sense of oppression from him.
This proved that the man was not only a pure member of the Demon Race, but also possessed an astonishingly powerful bloodline, no weaker than his own.
Jin Jiuxiao narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold gleam flashing within them.
"What did you just call me?"
The young man in close-fitting clothes scratched his head, looking puzzled.
"Are you mentally deficient, or is something wrong with your