As soon as those words were spoken, everyone looked over.
Even Ye Qingdi and the others, who had already activated their Sword Diagrams, could not help but turn their gazes toward him.
Whether they admitted it or not, Chen Wen had indeed become the focal point of this Sword Inquiry Tournament.
Even Ye Qingdi, who bore the title of Young Sword God, had his brilliance stolen to a certain extent by Chen Wen.
Compared to everyone else's reactions, Qin Yi and Fang Wan'er came to a sudden realization.
Yes.
They had been greatly puzzled as to why a mere brat at the Tenth Level Dao Proving Realm would draw such attention.
Since the situation was inappropriate for questions, they could only curiously study Chen Wen.
Yet before long, they became even more perplexed. They could not detect anything particularly outstanding about Chen Wen.
To put it bluntly, he looked utterly ordinary. He was inferior to any sword cultivator present.
But in the end, they chose to keep watching.
They believed the coming display would reveal everything.
Whether he was a dragon or a worm, there would naturally be a verdict.
"Good. Then you go."
Fang Qingjian drew a deep breath and looked at Chen Wen as he spoke.
Chen Wen gave a slight cupped-fist salute in Fang Qingjian's direction, then turned and walked toward the Sword Stele platform.
At that moment, he faced the seven Great Emperors alone.
Although Ye Qingdi and the others had restrained their auras, a Great Emperor standing there was enough to command awe without anger and make others feel ashamed of their own inferiority.
Not to mention that there were seven Great Emperors standing there.
Chen Wen could naturally feel the pressure brought by those seven Great Emperors. It was a psychological pressure.
And the