Chapter 1194: Qing Hou's Puppets

On the second tier, Yu Feilong chatted with the others about their cultivation insights. Every so often, though, his gaze strayed toward the summit. Hatred filled his heart. "Camden Ford, you're dead." Yu Feilong knew that even if none of the other prodigies made a move today, Zhu Mo certainly would. One man couldn't fight four, and even Princess Xin's intervention wouldn't help. A sinister smile crept across his face. He could already picture Camden Ford kneeling on the summit, begging for mercy. At...