Chen Wen's voice and his aura swept through the entire arena, exploding in every spectator's mind.
What an arrogant brat.
The crowd stared at Chen Wen and swallowed involuntarily.
For some reason, he reminded them of the man who had thrown the Mandate Temple into chaos a year ago.
Compared with that man, Chen Wen was even more reckless, though his strength was a little lower.
Today's uproar might not end peacefully after all.
If the Mandate Temple handled it poorly, it would lose face again.
Then again, the man from a year ago had someone backing him.
Chen Wen was different. He was just a brat who had fought his way up from the other Eight Domains.
Even if he had a faction behind him, how could it compare with the Mandate Temple?
The outcome was probably already set in stone.
What a pity.
On the raised platform,
the Mandate Temple elders wore grim expressions as they stared Chen Wen down.
Ye Chao's eye twitched in particular. His rage had been pressed to the breaking point.
Worse still, Chen Wen had challenged him in front of so many people. It was nothing short of humiliation.
Looking for death, are you?
Then I'll grant your wish today.
Ye Chao made his decision.
But just as he was about to rise, another man stood up first.
At the sight, Ye Chao frowned and forced down his impulse for the moment.
Donghuang Dixiao must have made his move.
The man who had risen was Zhangsun Wuji, a disciple of the Mandate Hall and the leader of the senior disciples this time.
The Mandate Hall was the Mandate Temple's innermost reserve of talent. Its disciples possessed heaven-defying strength and talent.
But they obeyed only one man: Donghuang Dixiao.
Now that Zhangsun Wuji had