The oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily across the entire arena.
Standing on the Battle Platform, Jing Yan's white robe fluttered in the wind. His gaze swept over the Eldest Young Master and others, and upon seeing Jing Yan's gaze, an unsettling feeling washed over them.
"Damn!" the Eldest Young Master abruptly stood up, his face twisted with fury.
How dare a mere guest provoke the sons of lords like them, especially someone from under Old Seven, that bastard's subservient, a mere Law Realm guest.
The Second Young Master and others also reacted, each showing an angry expression as their sinister eyes locked onto Jing Yan.
This Jing Yan must die!
"Eldest Young Master, should I fight in this duel?" A small-statured cultivator beside the Eldest Young Master rose and said respectfully.
