The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss Chapter 1476 – Duel (7)

Chapter 1476 – Duel (7)

Luo Haoming’s mouth hooked into a taunting sneer: “Time is already over.”

“The incense hasn’t died out.” The judge glanced at Luo Haoming and said indifferently with a taunt face.

But at the same time, his gaze was staring closely in the direction of the gate. The anxiousness in his gaze was hard to conceal.

The mockery on Luo Haoming’s face became increasingly strong. He coldly sneered: “Then continue to wait a bit.”

If Nangong Liuyun was tactful, then he definitely wouldn’t appear at this time.

But once the fight started, fists and feet have no eyes. At that time, whether he lived or died was not something he had the final say in.

He was such a new rising star, any of the older gifted genius would have a wish to kill, this also included Luo Haoming.

A bloodthirsty sneer flashed through Luo Haoming’s eyes, he was hoping Nangong Liuyun would come. Because he really wanted to extinguish this gradually rising star in the cradle.

Time pa.s.sed in seconds and minutes, seeing that the stick of incense was about to burn out.

At this time, a lot of people under the stage had uncertain expressions.

Emperor Jing’s expression became increasingly more complicated.

Emperor Jing stared fixedly in the direction of the entrance, unblinkingly watching it, afraid of missing a bit of news.

But no matter how closely he stared. No matter how much he hoped. All along, Nangong Liuyun’s figure never appeared in his eyes sight.

“How could it be like this!” Emperor Jing clenched his fist in a death grip, his expression was tangled.

There was only Nangong Liuyun, such a seeded player, from Eastern Ling. If he voluntarily forfeited, then Eastern Ling was completely finished!

At this moment, Emperor Jing basically had already ruled out Su Luo.

As for before, when Su Luo defeated Beichen Ying, Emperor Jing had unconsciously a.s.sumed that Beichen had thrown the game. From his perspective, if it was based on real strength, Su Luo would be slapped to death once she got on the stage. So, he never had any expectations towards Su Luo.

Just at this critical moment when Emperor Jing and everyone looked up with hope. Just as the incense tip was burned almost to the last second——

Nangong Liuyun slowly arrived.

That pitch-black as ink eyes flashed with an expression that looked disdainfully down at the world. He had bright eyes and white teeth, with lips like dark red cinnabar. The outline of his jaw was n.o.ble, healthy and ice-cold.

The him right now wore a black robe. A faint wind brushed by, and the ta.s.sels on the jade belt danced lightly and wantonly. He took gracefully steps as he came over slowly. Every movement of his was a prominent display of extreme elegance and respectfulness, without losing a bit of his domineering aura.

Under the gazes of the nearly one hundred thousand people present, Nangong Liuyun looked like a super strong expert from ancient times, proudly walking towards the stage.

Under ten thousand gazes, he indifferently stood in front of Luo Haoming.

To be honest, Luo Haoming’s looks were in fact pretty good. His temperament was also outstanding. Originally, before the appearance of Nangong Liuyun, he absolutely was the focus point of everyone present. The target of everyone’s wors.h.i.+p.

But after Nangong Liuyun appeared, it’s as if his body gave off dazzling light like the sun. That innate aura of a leader and incomparable charm, deeply attracted everyone present.

“Worthy of being His Highness Prince Jin. Only just standing there, makes one want to kneel down on both legs with head to the ground in wors.h.i.+p.” Among the crowd, someone said this, being deeply moved.

Li Yaoyao, like a fool, watched Nangong Liuyun walk closer and closer. He finally walked onto the fighting stage.

Her fists clenched tightly! Why, wouldn’t he lower his head a little to take a glance at her? Such an outstanding male, why didn’t he belong to her?

Li Yaoyao bit her lips heavily, and a dark red very quickly came from the lower lip, blood rolling down drop by drop.

Nangong Liuyun stood on the stage as if no one else was present, with an arrogant and indifferent expression.

Luo Haoming’s brow rose slightly.