The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1557

Chapter 1557: 755 New King (Third Update)

Mu Qingchen’s breath tightened slightly, "Shenjiu."

Gu Jiao, "Weiba. I’m one round ahead of you."

Mu Qingchen let out a sigh of relief.

For some reason, he didn’t want to face Gu Jiao.

Even if it was inevitable, he still hoped that their confrontation could be postponed, the later the better.

While they were drawing lots, the cavalry of the top ten martial families took to the field one after another. Among them, nine from the Han Family participated, and apart from Han Che, who was eliminated by Gu Jiao, the remaining eight all advanced.

Everyone was marveling at the terrifying strength of the Han Family’s Hei Fengqi.

But Gu Jiao didn’t think the Han Family was that impressive. The Hei Fengqi was snatched from the Xuanyuan Family, and the methods of training them were also passed down from the Xuanyuan Family.

The Han Family was merely feeding on the Xuanyuan Family’s blood-steamed buns.

Gu Jiao lost interest in watching and planned to go back to feed Hei Fengwang.

"I’m leaving first, see you in the next round."

Just as she was saying goodbye to Mu Qingchen, a sudden chill ran down her spine, as if a formidable murderous aura swept over from the opposite side of the battlefield, carrying an unstoppable momentum that quickly enveloped the entire area.

The horses on the field began to stir uneasily, even those engrossed in the competition shook slightly.

Such a powerful aura!

The only horse on the scene that was not affected was probably Hei Fengwang.

"Ahh—" A horse trying to leap onto the platform paused mid-air, failed to land, and fell down along with the cavalry.

The cavalry screamed in alarm.

Gu Jiao and Mu Qingchen both looked towards the source of the powerful aura.

They saw a silver-haired young man riding a chestnut warhorse approaching unhurriedly. His movements were graceful and composed, yet he exuded an aura of a king that demanded silence from thousands of horses.

The silver-haired man was very young, around twenty-eight or twenty-nine, certainly not thirty.

As for the horse, Gu Jiao couldn’t tell its exact age, but she could feel it was a young and vigorous steed.

The other two horses, though they bravely charged, made frequent mistakes and were disqualified before they even completed the fire bridge. _{free𝑤ebnovel.com}