Despite the crowd's astonished stares, Ling Chen remained expressionless, as if he didn't see them at all.
"Do you have any opinions?"
Qing Ji frowned slightly, thinking to herself that Ling Chen was insensible. At such a moment, even if one was dissatisfied, they should hold back, unless one had the strength to challenge Beichuan Ye. Judging by Ling Chen's current appearance, he obviously didn't have such strength.
"I believe that Beichuan Ye is not qualified to hold the title of Sword King."
Ling Chen wore a face that suggested it was only natural.
"What?"
Not just Qing Ji, but even Beichuan Ye's expression changed, then he laughed in rage, "You say I am not qualified, then who is? Is it the defeated Unparalleled King?"
"I think I should be more suitable than you." Ling Chen looked straight at Beichuan Ye and said faintly.
"You more suitable than me?"
Beichuan Ye squinted his eyes, "Who are you to dare speak such arrogant words?"
