Atop the altar.
Jiang Chen's gaze was icy. His robes snapped in an unfelt wind, and his black hair billowed on its own.
Lan Haichen's arrogance and domineering presence filled Jiang Chen with rage and a bitter sense of injustice. It also cast a heavy, oppressive pall over the entire Yulan Festival.
Qian Duoduo cleared his throat and addressed the crowd. "Everyone, we've just had a small interruption, but the Yulan Festival must go on. Now… does anyone wish to come up and challenge Jiang Chen?"
"Challenge him?"
"That guy can even defeat a True Martial Realm expert. Wouldn't we be courting death if we went up there?"
"Forget it. We can't compete for the title of champion this year…"
Waves of dejected voices rose from the crowd.
They had witnessed Jiang Chen's terrifying power with their own eyes. For cultivators at their level in the Martial Arts Realm, wasn't going up there just asking for a thrashing?
