"Of course, my Xuanyuan Clan keeps its word, and we are offering a Poxu Fruit to the first-place winner without any strings attached."
Xuanyuan Ming's voice boomed, resonating throughout Tian Mountain.
"This Xuanyuan Clan really is formidable!"
Nangong Wei, the clan leader of the Nangong Clan, exclaimed in admiration.
"Hmph, they're just convinced that the first place will undoubtedly belong to their young clan leader, that's why they're willing to offer even the Poxu Fruit—after all, it will end up in their young clan leader's hands anyway."
Beiming You commented coldly.
"That's not necessarily the case. If Xuanyuan Hong wants to take first place, he has to see if I, Beiming Xuan, agree to it!"
Beiming Xuan clenched his fist and snorted coldly.
"Xuan'er, fight for the Beiming Clan's honor, and suppress that Xuanyuan Clan's arrogance—they always act so superior, thinking they're the best in everything."
Beiming You looked at Beiming Xuan and encouraged him.
