Gu Xun'er

As they walked onward, they found that the closer they got to the center of the square, the stronger the people and groups there became.

As for those on the outskirts, they were the weakest bunch. It was unknown whether this arrangement had been deliberate or simply incidental.

Along the way, their group drew quite a few unusual glances because of the striking beauty of Xian'er, Medusa, Yun Yun, Nalan Yanran, and the other women.

However, no one dared act improperly.

Setting aside the powerful lineup of their group, the faint, almost imperceptible Saint's Might emanating from Wei Yang alone was enough to make the eyes of most people present turn clear and reverent.

Most of the groups able to come here possessed considerable strength. They came from all walks of life, and most were unruly and arrogant by nature. But arrogance depended on whom one was facing, did it not?

Unlike Xiao Yan, who seemed to attract enemies like a magnet, Wei Yang rarely encountered anyone who dared behave arrogantly before him when he traveled.

And those who did usually entered the cycle of reincarnation on the spot. Few lived to see the next morning.

Thus, he rarely had enemies, because those who became his enemies generally did not live long.

Even the mighty Soul Hall had silently chosen to keep its distance after suffering losses in silence.

They had no choice. The losses were too great; even the Soul Hall could not afford them.

With a calm expression, Wei Yang led the group through the countless gazes of all kinds and strode straight toward the center of the square.

Upon reaching this spot, they saw a broad stone platform several hundred zhang wide and around two meters high at the center.

At this moment, some people were seated