An Understated Dominance

“I didn’t expect him to be the descendant of Feitian Yujian style. Mr. Yan, it seems your friend is in danger!”

Liu Rushuang’s beautiful eyes narrowed, and her expression became extremely solemn.

The reputation of Koseijuro is powerful even in the Dragon Kingdom. Yayoi Kusama can obtain the true biography of Koseijuro, and she is basically a quasi-swordsman level figure.

This time he came to the Dragon Kingdom and competed in public, obviously to become famous all over the world!

“No wonder he’s so powerful. He turns out to be a disciple of the strongest swordsman in the Golden Crow Kingdom. I didn’t lose unjustly.” Xu Yang puffed up his chest, looking proud of his defeat.

If he were defeated at the hands of an unknown person, it would have a great impact on both him and the Sword Sect’s reputation.

But if you were a direct disciple of Ko Seijuro, it would be different.

Gu Qingjuro is equivalent to the top grand master of the Dragon Kingdom, and his influence is no worse than that of Hong Xingchao, the leader of the Sword Sect.

The direct disciple of Hong Xingchao was Hong Juding.

In other words, Yayoi Kusama should directly compete with monsters like Hong Juding.

Therefore, his defeat at the hands of Yayoi Kusama is understandable.

powerful, but I think Brother Dustin is calm and composed,

his folding fan lightly, not

by being calm and composed? In my opinion, he is either

Yan, have you known each other for a long

first time today.” Yan Buqi said

met him and you trust him so much? Why?” Liu Rushuang was

the time Dustin came up to ask for a fight, everyone was questioning it, but Yan Buqi always supported

didn’t understand, where was the confidence of

“Because of the feeling.”

and continued: “I have a strong sixth sense. I always feel that Brother Dustin

still more powerful than the disciples of

him to admit defeat,

any moves, Dustin

unavoidable, and people

Dustin’s flattering behavior, she didn’t want him to die in

will happen?” Yan

little devil is going to use

crowd, an old man

had been whispering

middle of the field, Yayoi Kusama, who was ready to