Wang Jianyu had always been overbearing and domineering — forget about having reason on his side, he was the type to forcefully seize three parts of the argument even when he had none.
And this time, anyone with eyes could see that someone had indeed interfered with the arena, and the interference was extremely obvious. Otherwise, how could both Jin Feng and Nie Chong have retreated to the edge of the arena for no apparent reason?
The logic was sound enough, but the evidence was equally clear — no one from Dan Qian Palace had interfered with the arena. Everyone had witnessed that much.
Dan Qian Palace had only so many people, and those capable of interfering with the arena could be counted on one hand.
Dan Chi, Elder Liancheng, and a few Saint realm elders.
But while these people had the ability to interfere, there was no way they could have done so while avoiding everyone's notice.
This was absolutely something Dan Qian Palace could not have accomplished.
In fact, even Xiang Wentian, the strongest clan patriarch in the Myriad Forms Region, probably couldn't have evaded everyone's senses to interfere in this arena battle.
In other words, unless you possessed the divine ability of a clone — standing still in place while sending out a clone, one that could turn invisible and conceal all its aura.
Thinking about it this way, this was clearly not a divine ability any martial artist of the Myriad Forms Region possessed.
The Northern Abyss Sect was definitely on Dan Qian Palace's side. Especially Lord Tianming, who had just received the Myriad Year Pill and was now lending Dan Qian Palace his full support.
"Brother Wang, this really isn't Dan Qian Palace's fault. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, how could Dan Qian Palace possibly have interfered with the arena? I think we should just let this go."
The Great Sage Hall had made its position known, and the Northern Abyss Sect had as well.
The Free and Easy Sect, naturally, would not join in on this little affair.
As for the Sacred Sword Palace, for a moment they felt utterly alone, with nowhere to pour out their bitterness.
Nie Chong, having narrowly escaped disaster, was drenched in cold sweat from the back of his spine to the soles of his feet. As he stepped down from the arena, his legs felt weak beneath him. On the stage, he had fought desperately, fully prepared to die, but he had also known that even at the cost of his life, he could at most wound Jin Feng slightly — there was absolutely no way to bring them both down together.
So regardless of what the reason was, for Nie Chong to have retreated from the arena unscathed, he considered himself incredibly fortunate.
Returning to Dan Qian Palace's camp, Shen Qinghong walked over and offered a few words of comfort, patting Nie Chong on the shoulder without saying much else.
Jiang Chen naturally had nothing more to say. He had saved Nie Chong solely on account of those three words — Dan Qian Palace. It wasn't that he wanted to show goodwill toward Nie Chong.
Although Nie Chong had conceded in this round, advancing to the next round was hardly a problem.
His strength was already at the highest level below the Saint realm, and having been eliminated by a Saint realm powerhouse, even in defeat he could enter the next round through the substitute list without any issue.
That strange scene on the arena, though its cause could not be determined, still could not calm the emotions on the Sacred Sword Palace side.
"Listen up, Dan Qian Palace! Unless you want to be turtles hiding in your shells forever — the moment you face us on this arena, we'll crack your turtle skulls!"
"A bunch of cowards and spineless weaklings!"
The young ones from Sacred Sword Palace hurled their cold mockery and sarcasm, continuously shouting provocations toward Dan Qian Palace.
Shen Qinghong's face was ashen. As the foremost of Dan Qian Palace's younger generation, hearing these insults was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation.
Jun Mobai, however, paid no attention whatsoever to Sacred Sword Palace's clamoring, as if their insults and mockery had nothing to do with him.
Nie Chong ground his teeth, but all this jeering had started because of him — what could he say?
Ling Bi'er, being a woman, naturally could not exchange vulgarities with that bunch of brutes from Sacred Sword Palace.
Jiang Chen raised his eyelids slightly and noticed Ling Bi'er gazing intently at him.
He scratched his head and let out a bitter smile. To be provoked like this by Sacred Sword Palace without making any response at all would truly be a massive blow to Dan Qian Palace.
He walked forward a few steps at an unhurried pace, his gaze leisurely sweeping over the Sacred Sword Palace crowd who were jumping up and down with their cursing. A strange smile appeared on his face. "I ignore you, and you really start getting worked up, huh? Wang Han, stop egging on a bunch of small fry to jump around over there. I hear you're Sacred Sword Palace's number one genius? So if I take you down, will your little followers stop buzzing around like flies?"
The moment these words left Jiang Chen's mouth, everyone's expression changed dramatically.
What did this mean? Was Mu Gaoqi openly challenging Wang Han?
For a moment, people from the other sects grew interested. Now, Mu Gaoqi was already the most mysterious figure in Dan Qian Palace — even more mysterious than Shen Qinghong.
And now, this mysterious Mu Gaoqi was actually stepping forward to openly challenge Wang Han? Did this mean there was going to be a good show?
Wang Han clearly hadn't expected this turn of events either. He raised an eyebrow, his tone cold and sharp: "Kid, what exactly do you mean? Don't tell me you want to stick your neck out?"
Jiang Chen smiled faintly: "What if I do?"
That expression, that tone — it was as if he regarded Sacred Sword Palace's number one genius like mere air.
Playing dumb — the entire venue erupted in an uproar. This was a clash of titans, a real confrontation!
Wang Han's heart trembled, and a trace of curiosity stirred within him. He stared intently at Jiang Chen, scrutinizing him, trying to figure out what gave him such confidence.
Was it an act, or did he truly have the backing?
Unfortunately, no matter how long Wang Han looked, he couldn't see anything.
"Do I have something on my face? You're staring so intently."
Shen Qinghong stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Junior Brother Mu, this Wang Han is at the peak of the second level of the Saint realm. His strength is formidable — don't fall for his provocation."
Jiang Chen nodded: "I know what I'm doing."
Over on Wang Han's side, a layer of frost settled over his face. He said in a deep voice: "So, you're saying you want to challenge me?"