The White Sand City Lord's Gift

The arena battle ended.

Under watch of the legion troop soldiers, the spectators all began to leave.

The white-browed Jiu She, with his fluttering white hair and white clothes, glanced at Xue Ying and Drunk Guest with long and narrow eyes. He then smiled and departed.

"He seems very confident." Seventh Mei Yu and Xue Ying walked side by side. "Is he certain he'll win against you and Drunk Guest?"

"Once the survival battles finish, the rankings will be declared; all of this will naturally be disclosed," Xue Ying calmly replied. Although Jiu She seemed rather provocative, Xue Ying was still unperturbed. He didn't care too much about ranking first; as long as he could attend the God Palace Battle, wouldn't things be fine? He would showcase his true power at the God Palace; as for the survival battles, it would be enough to make an effort. There was no need to go all out.