"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness!"

The royal guards around the battle stage exclaimed. They dashed toward Quincy, and they noticed how weak Quincy's breath was. It was apparent she had been seriously injured.

The royal guards glared at Donoghue indignantly.

Donoghue was so bold that he dared to hurt the princess.

Those royal guards were furious, and they wanted to attack Donoghue. However, they held back when they remembered it was a tournament.

"Anyone else wants to come up?" Donoghue glanced around slowly and asked with a smile.

Donoghue smiled; the aura that filled his body was so intimidating and heavy that no one could breathe properly.

It was completely silent!

The entire prayer altar was silent; even the sound of a dropped needle could be heard.

Donoghue's formidable aura terrorized those elites from the various sects.

Even Quincy had lost to him! Who else could be his opponent?

"Brother!"

Sara, who had been watching the tournament quietly, said, "Why d