Boom! Boom! Boom!
The soul-stirring toll of a bell rang out in an instant.
The gazes of countless cultivators in the spectator stands of the Eight Great Arenas all converged on the very center of the venue.
Li Yuan's projection appeared there.
Li Yuan wore a resplendent golden robe, countless Dao patterns flowing across it. Its radiance shifted and shimmered, making the extraordinary nature of this magic treasure plain to see.
It also emanated wave after wave of dragon might. A purple-gold crown rested atop his head, and his face was bright with an enthusiastic smile.
The Six Saints occupied the most honored seats, each having come to lend Li Yuan their support.
Laozi's gaze was instantly drawn to Li Yuan's flamboyant attire, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Where did this kid get an outfit like that...?"
Yuanshi drew in a sharp breath and murmured.
"Seems like... he borrowed it from Yellow Dragon, from the Dragon Race Treasury."
Tongtian pursed his lips and muttered somewhat gloomily.
"Anyone who didn't know better would think he was a Saint. This spectacle is just too grand."
"I thought Second Brother's Nine Dragons Agarwood Carriage was already unrivaled beneath heaven. Never expected Li Yuan to be even more impressive. As expected of Big Brother's subordinate."
The moment the words fell, Laozi and Yuanshi's death stares descended once more.
It was only because there were too many spectators at the Eight Great Arenas.
Otherwise, the two would surely have slapped Tongtian across the face again.
Even Zhun Ti could not help complaining.
"Can't you think before you speak from now on?"
"One sentence, and you offend two Saints. If they weren't your blood brothers, they'd have beaten you long ago."
"You were like this when studying at Purple Cloud Palace. Now that you've attained the Dao