The Final Round

"The fourth group, Xia Jing Zhi, Fan Yi Qian, Cang Xuan!" Great Paragon Imperial Wind announced with a smile.

"It's my turn!" Fan Yi Qian felt his fighting spirit soaring to the sky. On the surface of his body, thunder could be seen swimming away.

Xia Jing Zhi was a beautiful girl. Her aura felt amiable, and anyone would likely garner a pleasant feeling towards her.

Cang Xuan… that was General Xuan.

Xue Ying sat there silently as he watched. He was paying more attention to General Xuan: 'During the first round when we had to resist against the soul and willpower assaults, he, I and Xia Fa Yang all fell down practically at the same time. I wonder if he specialized in some soul assault technique.'