"Your Majesty, why does that young man from before look so much like that person?"

Somewhere in the palace below, Han Xin forgot to wave the feather fan in his hand, looking at the place where Chen Yun disappeared earlier with a face full of shock.

"Are you talking about Chen Yun, the champion of this holy tournament? This... is impossible! Absolutely impossible! It's just that they look similar!"

Emperor Yimor of the Saint Empire was stunned for a moment, then shook his head violently and said with a trembling voice. However, even though he said so, there was always a look of surprise and uncertainty deep in his eyes, which lingered for a long time.

.

They had all seen Chen Yun's appearance in the Holy Games. Just now they saw a figure so similar to him, but it was filled with a terrifying aura that even them were frightened. This made them unable to believe it no matter what.

Everything is considered similar in appearance.

"Maybe!"

Han Xin shook the feather fan in his hand again, looking at the place where Chen Yun had disappeared with a confused expression, and sighed softly, the space above was shrouded in a terrifying demonic power, and the demon general's fair face was extremely ugly and pitch black.

There was a cold glow in his eyes, staring at the place where Chen Yun disappeared before, with a hint of surprise and uncertainty deep in his eyes.

"The young man's previous transformation seemed very similar to that of the ancient dragon-blooded warrior!"
Chapter completed!