"This..."
Inside a private box with an excellent position and view, Wu Xuening, who had been whispering away moments ago, now wore a frozen expression on her pretty little face.
Wang Annan was considered a well-known young expert in the capital.
Yet Wang Liyao had beaten him like a grandson, sending him scurrying all over the arena with his head in his hands, howling and screaming without end.
Several times, Wang Annan had already darted toward the edge of the arena. If he could not beat her, surely he could stop fighting, right? Yet with a flicker of her figure, Wang Liyao would block him at ghostlike speed, turning her sword sheath into streaks of sheath qi that lashed him until he yelped miserably.
Miserable, miserable, miserable!
"Ahem, ahem~" Wu Xuening shuddered violently, then blinked her large eyes at Wu Zhixing. "Dear Grandson Zhixing, that Great Heavenly Prodigy Liyao doesn't look simple at all. You drift around all day without a care in the world—who knows whether you're even a match for her?"
Wu Zhixing blew away the foam floating on his spirit tea, took a sip, and said, "You haven't even reached the Spirit Platform Realm yet. You talk as though you can understand what you're seeing."
"Wu Zhixing!" Wu Xuening was so angry that her cheeks puffed up, her eyes widening into perfect circles. "This Princess is worried about you. As a Great Heavenly Prodigy of the imperial family, don't tell me you can't even beat some country girl who came from the sticks."
"Whether I can beat her or not doesn't matter." Wu Zhixing said indifferently. "It won't affect my advancement to the Purple Mansion Realm."
Wu Xuening trembled all over with rage, nearly slamming the table. "How could it not matter? If you get pinned to