"It's not that the Black Dragon Clan looks down on other races."

"From another perspective, this is actually giving other divine beast races an opportunity."

"If the Black Dragon Clan also participates, even if it's not Long Qi who enters, they are still beyond your ability to deal with."

“Long Qi is the closest to the first generation in the Black Dragon Clan in terms of both talent and bloodline over the past ten thousand years. Those old guys are well aware that as long as Long Qi does not die, with the foundation of the Black Dragon Clan, he still has a very high probability of being able to break through to that realm in the future.”

Hearing Qing Mu's high praise for Long Qi, everyone was filled with anticipation and wanted to see if any of the Divine Beast Clan members were willing to take on the challenge at this Divine Beast Tournament.

Let them see the strength of the strongest prodigy in the realm of divine beasts.

Behind Qing Mu, Long Aotian looked at the main stage. The young man who had been next to Long Jiu earlier was standing there with his eyes closed and did not make any movement.

But he could sense that Long Qi was extraordinary.

"Who can claim to be invincible..."

Soon after the three sticks of incense finished burning, a figure dressed in white and gold brocade appeared on the Battle Spirit Platform.

His gaze fell upon the Azure Phoenix region, and without the slightest hesitation, he shouted loudly:

"Qingwu, get the hell up here."

The emotions on his face were completely undisguised, which immediately attracted the attention of many people around him.

Unexpectedly, the very first round of the Divine Beast Tournament has already turned into a battle of grudges.

That's the real highlight.

Several elders of the Azure Phoenix Clan couldn't help but frown upon seeing this scene.

Seeing the strange behavior of these people, Qingzhi couldn't help but ask:

What's going on?

"Could it be that our Azure Phoenix Clan and the Golden-Winged Roc Clan have some kind of grudge?"

In Qingzhi's memory, there seemed to be little interaction between the two tribes.

Why is there such a big temper at the very beginning of the Divine Beast Tournament?

The other Qingfeng disciples beside Qingzhi came to her side and explained softly:

"Sister Qingzhi, you have just returned to the clan, so you may not know this."

"Previously, Peng Jiong took a liking to Sister Qinglin and pestered her for a long time. In the end, he even invited the Golden-Winged Roc Clan Chief."

"But the clan leader only has one precious daughter, Qinglin, so he declined the offer."

"So it was from that time that the relationship between the two races gradually deteriorated."

Upon hearing this, Qingzhi instantly understood that Peng Jiong wanted to embarrass the Qingfeng clan at the Divine Beast Tournament.

Before anyone else could speak, Qingwu slowly stood up from the crowd.

Since the other party has already come to provoke him, how can he, as Qinglin's husband and a representative of the younger generation of the Qingfeng clan, sit idly by?

Be careful.

Qinglin looked at him, her beautiful eyes showing a hint of worry.

She knew very well what kind of person Peng Jiong was, since he had pursued her for so long.

They are vindictive and will stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

On the massive battle spirit platform, Peng Jiong's gaze fell upon Qingwu, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.

It was him who made him lose face back then; how dare that vile woman treat him like that?

"Qingwu, don't blame me for not reminding you."

"If you kneel down in front of me now and kowtow to admit your mistakes..."

"I might be able to show mercy later."

Otherwise...

Before Peng Jiong could finish speaking, Qing Wu interrupted him.

"Otherwise, what can you do?"

"Do you really think my Azure Phoenix clan has no one left?"

"There was a reason why Qinglin looked down on you back then. Now, in front of me, you are still just a clown."

"Do you understand?"

These words were spoken.

Peng Jiong's face grew increasingly ferocious, but he still suppressed his emotions. After all, they were now on the territory of the Black Dragon Clan. If he dared to act recklessly, even his father, as the patriarch of the Golden-Winged Roc Clan, could not save him.

Thinking of this, Peng Jiong took a deep breath.

"Since you want to die."

"I'll grant your wish later."

Seeing the two men locked in a tense standoff, the emotions below the battle arena were stirred up once again.

The other young members of the Divine Beast Clan were filled with excitement. The figures who could appear at the Divine Beast Assembly were the strongest young members in their entire Divine Beast Realm.

They certainly wouldn't let such an opportunity to improve and broaden their horizons slip by so easily.

With the Black Dragon Clan's elder taking the stage.

The two quickly retreated to the edge.

In the Divine Beast Tournament, regardless of your background or status, everything must be done according to the rules.

"If there are no objections."

"Let's begin..."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Peng Jiong's spiritual power suddenly erupted, and pale golden spiritual power instantly enveloped his body.

He flashed out and disappeared from the spot.

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out.

He appeared in front of Qingwu and, without the slightest hesitation, threw a punch.

A terrifying pressure permeated the air.

Qingwu did not back down either. Azure flames appeared on her body, coiling around her right arm, and she went straight to meet Peng Jiong in the direction he was.

'boom--!'

A loud bang.

Spiritual energy surged within the space.

The moment the two separated, the afterimages behind them simultaneously appeared.

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