C1194 Zeng Mao's Puppet

On the second tier, Xiong Longqian was exchanging insights with others. However, he kept glancing toward the summit, his heart filled with hatred. "Hua Hsing, you're doomed," he muttered to himself. Xiong Longqian knew that even if the other prodigies didn't make a move today, Wuh Hei certainly would. Two fists can't fight four hands, and even if Princess Hsing intervened, it would be futile