Everyone watched Chen Wen's figure, their eyes filled with an indescribable complexity.
His original nine-star potential had made him the focus of all eyes, an existence that had matched the historical record.
But because he was not the Son of Destiny, a basin of cold water had been poured over him by force.
Even they had no choice but to admit that this was simply too unlucky.
But very soon, they discovered one fact.
Chen Wen's expression had not changed much at all, as if the little episode that had just happened had not affected him in the slightest.
They did not know whether Chen Wen truly did not care, or whether he was forcing himself to remain calm.
And just as Chen Wen stepped down into the Grand Arena, an ice-cold voice came over. "Kid, you're dead for sure."
Hm?
Chen Wen's brows could not help but knit.
Very quickly, he raised his head and looked over, and a figure entered his sight.
It was Xuanyuan Wutian, but at this moment, his expression was calm. He looked at Chen Wen as if he were looking at a dead man.
This is getting a little interesting?
He really does want to kill me.
But there are far, far too many people who want me dead, and in the end, they all died by my hand instead.
The corner of Chen Wen's mouth curved up without a trace.
The next moment, he directly withdrew his gaze, lifted his foot, and walked forward.
Before long, Chen Wen finally returned to his original spot.
As soon as Ye Zuchen and the others saw him, they immediately came up to meet him. "Beautifully done. We knew you could do it, kid."
Chen Wen smiled, then said, "The result really isn't bad. It reached the