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Seeing the people ahead, Feng Yaorao smiled and said, "Your Highness the Saint's Son, it seems that everyone is eagerly anticipating your test result. Why not have a little fun? It would also let the young giants of the world know that your strength is not to be challenged!"
The Saint's Son sneered with disdain. To be honest, other than Mo Wu Shang, no one else had caught her eye this time.
Even Mo Wu Shang was not worthy of her full effort.
Well then, Feng Yaorao did say some things right.
Crushing those people's hopes here meant she could conserve her strength during the final match, preventing every Tom, Dick, and Harry from wanting to come at her for a life-and-death fight.
With that thought, Holy Son Victoria Mingkong dismounted and stepped off her horse. Then, with a light stomp of her foot, she floated towards that giant bronze pillar.
For a moment, everyone held their breath and watched this person intently.
They really wanted to know—