Chapter 482: Sword Singing, Dragon Chanting! Yellow Demon Zhou You (4k)_3

"It might be the Seventh Prince."

"Impossible, he's still locked up in the Palace of Great Crimes because of the dragon qi incident!"

"I heard that the Eighth Prince found another Taoist arena left by the Dragon Tiger Mountain Ancestor in the capital and is preparing to offer it."

In recent days, Zhou Dao had heard quite a bit of information about the competition between the imperial princes from Jing Wuchen.

These princes were all trying to vie for the opportunity to enter the Divine Tomb.

"Old Thirteen is the lucky one. He is so young, he doesn't have to compete with his older brothers."

Zhou Dao thought of Little Fatty."

The emperor's family can be ruthless. For Little Fatty, perhaps being five or six years old is the happiest time, not having to participate in these struggles.

After all, at his present age, he is not qualified to enter the arena and compete with his brothers.

"How's that little guy's practice going?" Zhou Dao called out Earth King Corpse and asked.