So it was finally here.
The corners of Chen Wen's mouth lifted slightly.
In his eyes, Jiang Zhanyu was worth fighting.
He wanted to see just how capable the man ranked eleventh on the Latent Dragon Ranking really was.
At the same time, Jiang Zhanlei watched it all.
Without realizing it, he swallowed.
At that moment, he could not hide the tension in his heart.
Even he had to admit he was less confident than he had expected.
His elder brother's strength was, in truth, no less than his own.
Among the Jiang Clan's elders, his brother stood at the very top.
If even his elder brother lost to Chen Wen, they would become a laughingstock.
Then Chen Wen would not merely have cut his way through the Jiang Clan's elders. He would have cut his way through the United Forces' elders.
Jiang Zhanlei did not dare imagine it.
Phew.
Jiang Zhanlei drew a deep breath and forced those thoughts down.
And he was far from the only one thinking that way.
Ximen Tiankuang, Xiao Zhanyun, Liu Shenglong, and the leaders of Skyvault Mountain and the other powers felt the same.
As far as they were concerned, Chen Wen had already driven them up the mountain with no way down.
They had each brought ten powerful fighters in a grand procession. The whole world knew they were coming, and they had spent the past half month whipping up anticipation.
But now? The disciples they had brought had not only died at Chen Wen's hands, but had suffered utter humiliation.
They could already imagine the uproar that would sweep the Inner City after today.
If Jiang Zhanyu could overpower Chen Wen and hold that final line, there was still room to salvage things.
If he could not, Chen Wen truly would