Rustle——
Everyone retreated to the edges of the grand hall.
Turning the expansive hall into a stage for them.
Jiang Fan sat back down.
Picked up the melon and started gnawing on it again.
"Now, we get to watch a good show." Jiang Fan had a face full of smiles.
Liu Li, who sat beside him, was rather anxious.
Seeing Jiang Fan looking so relaxed, she said, "You really do look like a prince consort!"
"If our mainland Demon Clan loses face, won't you, the prince consort, also be embarrassed?"
Jiang Fan nonchalantly said, "What's the use of being nervous?"
"The outcome of which side is stronger has already been decided."
"It's just a matter of sparring to see who's superior."
Liu Li thought this made sense too.
It wasn't the current battle that would determine strength.
But the accumulation of the past ten years.
Being nervous wouldn't change anything.
One could only wait for the moment the result was revealed.
