Long Chen looked toward the sound. Even Long Chen and Mo Nian, seeing Gao Jianli's expression, couldn't help but feel a jolt in their hearts.
That half-skeletal face, half flesh and blood, was indeed terrifying. However, after glancing at it, Long Chen didn't look further and instead turned to look at the arena.
Long Chen had no fondness for the Zichen Sect, and his relationship with Lu Ziqiong was limited to herself.
Long Chen even had no fondness for Lu Ziyu. If it weren't for the fact that she was Lu Ziqiong's sister, he wouldn't have let her watch the match at all.
Normally, Long Chen and Lu Ziqiong should be on good terms and stand up to pay their respects, or at least nod in acknowledgment. But Long Chen couldn't be bothered to deal with these people who were skilled in all sorts of tricks.
Long Chen did not look at Gao Jianli, but Gao Jianli spoke up: "Dean Long Chen, on behalf of the Zichen Sect, I only wish you success and victory on behalf of the Zichen Sect." As
soon as Gao Jianli spoke, all the experts present were shocked. Dean? Who is the director? Could it be the black-clad youth who challenged Cao Shaoqing?
Since she had spoken, even if Long Chen was reluctant to respond, he had no choice but to be polite and cupped his hands slightly:
"Thank you, Sect Master. I hope so!"
Long Chen's response was neither warm nor cold, keeping a certain distance. Although the Zichen Sect was acting as the mediator in his battle with Cao Shaoqing, Long Chen had no intention of being used by them.
Faced with Long Chen's cold response, Gao Jianli appeared indifferent on the surface, but a cold glint flashed deep in his eyes. Clearly, Long Chen's response had enraged him.
However, he was considered a shrewd man. Outwardly, he remained calm and sat quietly, while behind him, the powerful members of the Zichen Sect took their seats one after another.
At this moment, Lu Ziqiong and Lu Ziyu felt somewhat uneasy. The Lu family was only one of the three great families of the Zichen Sect. Although they were top experts in the Lu family, they were not truly exceptional geniuses.
Now, sitting with Long Chen in the most prominent and prominent spot, watching the jealous looks from their usually lofty fellow prodigies, they felt as if they were sitting on pins and needles.
At that moment, on a viewing platform opposite the arena, an elderly man who looked frail and whose wrinkles resembled tree bark, so old he could barely open his eyes, sat down with the help of a crowd.
After sitting down, the old man scanned the entire room. When his eyes landed on Long Chen, Long Chen narrowed slightly, because the moment they met, a strange energy fluctuated within Long Chen's body.
The strangest thing was, if it weren't for the old man's gaze, Long Chen wouldn't even have sensed the fluctuations within his body.
"Interesting, this guy actually practices the ghost path." Mo Nian looked at the old man and said somewhat strangely.
Yu Luo looked at Mo Nian in surprise and said, "Your insight is sharp. He really is a cultivator of the ghost path. He is the master of the Yellow Springs Pavilion, nicknamed Night Owl. No one knows his true name." "
Yellow Springs Pavilion, no wonder."
Mo Nian nodded and said.
"What kind of tricks is this guy?" Long Chen asked.
Mo Nian shook his head and said, "I can't see any tricks, but I steal ... Ahem, after so many years of archaeology, I've encountered some tomb raiders practicing ghost arts underground and had some grudges with them. "
Is the holiday just about stealing business?" Long Chen said speechlessly.
"Stealing business, huh? I am an archaeologist, excavating historical relics, restoring the truth of history, contributing to humanity and the entire cultivation world.
Those of them who cultivate the ghost path are merely collecting ghostly energy and spirits to cultivate evil arts. How could that be the same? "At Long Chen's words, Mo Nian retorted as if his tail had been stepped on.
"Just joking, don't rush into being so smug." Long Chen said with a smile.
"That's not funny at all, but there's one thing you need to be careful about: those who cultivate the ghost path have many tricks and extremely bizarre methods—they're all things you've never seen before. One wrong move and you could end up in a mess." Mo Nian reminded her.
Mo Nian had spent years exploring underground and had encountered all sorts of strange things. Although he didn't admit it, he did encounter the phenomenon of 'business grabbing' and had even fought with Ghost Dao inheritors, so he knew them to some extent.
Suddenly, there was another commotion in the distance. In another stand, an old woman leaning on a cane appeared leading a group of people.
"That is the Hall Master of Tianxin Hall. I don't remember her name, but this woman is also ruthless. I heard the previous Hall Master was her husband, and his husband died at her hands. The exact reason is unknown to outsiders." Yu Luo introduced to Long Chen.
"A woman who loves to gossip, even if she looks beautiful, will still be annoying. Be careful, trouble comes from your mouth." Suddenly, the old woman opposite looked at Yu Luo, her wrinkled face filled with cold and fierce expression.
Obviously, she had heard Yu Luo's words. What surprised everyone was that Yu Luo was here communicating with Long Chen, her voice condensing into a single thread. Unexpectedly, she still heard it.
Faced with the provocation from the Pavilion Master of Tianxin Pavilion, Yu Luo didn't respond. Mo Nian, who was always sulking, seized the opportunity and said, "
An old woman with a malicious mouth and a sharp face—even if she doesn't speak, she's still annoying."
Long Chen immediately thought to himself how powerful it was. In Mo Nian's words, there was one word that was most powerful: 'old.' Women avoid talking about age, especially those who are truly old.
"You little brat, don't even think about leaving Demon Suppression City alive."
Sure enough, Mo Nian's words were devastating, instantly causing the Hall Master of Tianxin Hall's face to twist and let out a piercing roar. The powerful figures present were shaken by her voice so hard their heads split with pain, and countless nearly fainted on the spot.
"Truly, ugly people cause trouble. You were the one who first provoked our beautiful, elegant, and noble clan leader, who seemed like a descendant of the world. Yet you won't let anyone fight back?"
Not only is he old and ugly, but his temper is so messed up. I really don't understand what kind of man has such strong tastes. Mo Nian shrugged, her face full of disbelief.
"Die!"
The Hall Master of Tianxin Hall was furious beyond control, unable to control his emotions. His hand, like a bird's claw, reached out to grab Mo Nian from afar.
Mo Nian snorted coldly, about to make a move when suddenly the arena trembled. The Hall Master of Tianxin Hall was pushed back by a powerful force.
"This is getting more and more unruly!"
At that moment, a powerful cold snort echoed throughout the arena. Everyone present felt a chill in their hearts, and two words flashed through their minds.
"City Lord"
At that moment, a tower-like figure appeared on the only empty viewing platform. As soon as that figure appeared, all the strong fighters in the arena felt a tsunami-like pressure crash down their faces.
"Such terrifying pressure."
Long Chen and the others shuddered in their hearts. This was the strongest pressure they had ever witnessed, and it was no longer on the same level as a Heavenly Saint expert.
But what puzzled everyone was that the city lord wore a long robe and a bamboo hat, making his face obscured. Only one person appeared, slowly sitting on the viewing platform. When he appeared, the entire venue fell into a deathly silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.