Upon hearing this, Quan Ji and Feng Simian simultaneously cast icy glances at the speaker.

The person was wearing an extravagant purple princess dress and was indeed quite pretty. She was waving a phoenix-tail fan in her hand, and her white gloves were exceptionally tight. She covered her mouth and nose with the back of her hand in disgust, as if afraid of being suffocated by something foul.

Quan Ji was certain that she did not recognize the person in front of her at all.

Not only in this life, but also in past lives.

She understood as soon as Feng Simian raised her voice and said something.

"Her name is He Quwan, a princess of the Luohe Empire. She considers herself the most talented preacher in the world. She once wanted to become a disciple of Senior Yun, followed him, and begged him, but she was rejected several times. She was probably resentful and angry when she heard that Senior Yun had accepted her."

Most people backstage could hear Feng Simian's words, and all their eyes fell on He Quwan.

"So it's true that Senior Yun Shenhai encountered a perverted stalker. I didn't expect it was her. I felt uncomfortable with her before. She's too pretentious."

"Keep your voice down, what if she hears you?"

"Senior Yun Shenhai has actually taken on a disciple! This young lady looks unfamiliar, but she's really beautiful!"

...

Each word reached He Quwan's ears, and she angrily rebuked:

"Who's getting angry? It's because this princess doesn't care about Yun Shenhai! But even if this princess doesn't want it, it's not up to a village girl from a ruined country to take it! Don't you even know what you're capable of?!"

Feng Simian narrowed her eyes, wanting to step in and make this woman who couldn't keep her mouth shut apologize.

As soon as she took a step forward, a pair of cold hands patted her on the shoulder.

She turned around in surprise, only to see a beautiful golden light gleaming in Quan Ji's eyes.

"Who gave you permission to act so recklessly in front of me?"

"You ungrateful wretch, kneel down!"

Quan Ji's icy voice rang out, and the flamboyant girl in front of her uncontrollably knelt down, her knees hitting the ground, causing her to gasp in pain.

Everyone was stunned.

They were completely unaware of what was happening.

Quan Ji only said two sentences, and He Quwan actually knelt down!

He Quwan herself couldn't believe that her body would actually go out of control!

Kneeling before someone is an extremely humiliating thing to do anywhere, and how could the proud He Quwan tolerate it?

"What did you do to me? You dared to attack a player before the match! How dare you!"

Quan Ji sneered and reached out to pinch her chin: "I can be even bolder, want to try?"

"You have three seconds to apologize to me and my empire."

"Otherwise, even if I kill you on the spot, what can anyone else do to me?"

He Quwan felt Quan Ji forcefully pressing down on her neck, making it impossible for her to breathe. Her face turned red and uncomfortable.

He Quwan was also a coward. Knowing that she had run into a brick wall, she immediately apologized: "I...I'm sorry, please let me go. I shouldn't have insulted you and your empire."

Quan Ji narrowed her eyes and let out a cold laugh.

"It's boring."

She slapped the man's face away.

With just a casual flick of her wrist, He Quwan felt as if her neck was about to be snapped.

With her head down, shadows rose on her face.

She took a deep breath, turned and glared at Quan Ji: "You lowly creature who only thinks with force, what makes you think you can get Yun Shenhai to take you as his disciple? Aren't you afraid of disgracing his reputation as a legendary preacher?!"

According to her, Quan Ji was just a "village girl" from a newly promoted third-level empire, and it was impossible for her to know anything about missionary studies.

So, is Yun Shenhai blind? How could he fall for such a simple-minded and crude stupid woman!

Why should I need to explain myself to you?

"Don't take my leniency as an excuse for your shamelessness."

Quan Ji's voice was exceptionally cold, giving listeners the illusion of being in an icy pool.

Everyone could sense a powerful aura emanating from her.

It's so powerful it's suffocating.

As Quan Ji unleashed her energy, a pair of brilliant golden wings unfolded from behind her and then vanished, leaving everyone completely stunned.

"Jin... golden priest?!"

"Isn't this a priest who only exists in legends?!"

...

The wings of light were so beautiful that even He Quwan couldn't help but swallow hard.

She was also a priestess, but only a low-ranking Green Seal priestess, completely incomparable to someone like Princess Quan.

She could feel the sense of impending death that Quan Ji gave her, and dared not make any rash moves or provoke her easily.

She could only grit her teeth and try to stay awake.

She's actually a Golden-Ranked Priest... This woman from a lowly empire is actually a Golden-Ranked Priest!

Quan Ji's assets have already been revealed.

But how could He Quwan possibly suppress this anger!

She then thought that if Quan Ji possessed such powerful abilities as a superhuman, then she certainly wouldn't be able to take care of other things at the same time.

Her preaching abilities are definitely not strong!

"You... even if you're a superhuman, you're still just a superhuman. Don't forget this is the Preacher's arena, this is the Rising Star Tournament! Your tricks and strength are completely useless here!"

"If Yun Shenhai accepts you as his disciple, don't let him fail to even make it to the first round and embarrass him for nothing!"

Quan Ji looked at He Quwan with a mocking expression, as if she were just a clown who couldn't be brought to the stage.

Quan Ji said, "Really? Then let's play a game?"

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