“Third Huangshu, what do you mean?” There was a coldness that spread across Xing’er’s face.

Yu Feiyan smiled.

“This is only a spar. There is no need to worry,” the cold faced youth carrying a blade in the green clothes said calmly. “Unless Princess you have no confidence in the strength of [War God]?”

“Who do you think you are? Do you think you have the right to speak to me?” There was an iciness and fury that filled Xing’er’s beautiful pupils. Then she gave a glare like lightning at him, “You are only a begging dog at the mercy of someone else. Your master hasn’t even spoken, but you dare bark? Do you know the rules?”

The expression of the green-clothed blade bearer turned berserk.

There was a fury that flickered in his pupils. The blade in his hands shook, and there was a fierce aura that seeped to ones bones passing by in the air. This was a killing aura that was ultimately suppressed.

The other guests of the Apex Prince behind him also had different expressions.

Although she was a princess, but the words of this girl were really too harsh and humiliating towards them. It was like thorn after thorn that stabbed into these people with extraordinary abilities. There were...