The noble family heirs in the camp were as dazzling as stars.
Their appearance was like a boulder dropping into a lake, stirring up waves.
A thin layer of frost involuntarily settled on the hearts of the people from Yongzhou, with tense and complex expressions crossing their faces.
Those present were well aware that in the upcoming Jing Luan Assembly, these heirs would be the main players, while they would merely serve as the backdrop.
Once the Jing Luan Assembly commenced, these noble heirs would certainly attack them without hesitation.
If they wished to survive, they would need to step over the bodies of these heirs.
But how could that be possible?
There wasn't a single weakling surrounding the noble heirs.
Most of them were Jianghu martial artists traveling the world, aiming for great achievements, or they were Protectors from their familial backgrounds.
The momentum each person carried was like mountains in motion, making it difficult for others to keep up.