Chen Wen Takes the Stage, Bearer of Seven-Colored Destiny

"Open the gates. Let him in."

Ye Fan, seated high above the Grand Arena, looked down at the people below and said.

"Yes." After answering, Ye Shan instructed the guards to throw open the mountain gates.

Outside the mountain gates.

"Go on in."

The guards looked at the arrogant Zhao Guanlong before stepping aside to clear a path.

"Hahaha, your Ye Clan knows the rules far better than those other factions."

"When the time comes, this young master can go a little easier on you. Consider it charity."

"Hahaha."

As he spoke, Zhao Guanlong grabbed the Stone Coffin with one hand and strode into the Ye Clan amid loud laughter.

Dog bastard.

The Ye Clan disciples ground their teeth in hatred.

Yet there was nothing they could do to him.

Much as they hated to admit it, no one among the younger generation of the Archaic Desolate Realm was this man's match.

As for today's battle, they could already guess the outcome.

But no matter what, Ye Clan disciples had no reason to shrink back.

With that thought, the disciples headed toward the Grand Arena.

After hesitating, the major powers gathered to watch also entered the Ye Clan under the pretext of observing the battle.

The Ye Clan did not stop them.

How could they not know what these major powers had come here for?

Gu Qianying of the Chen Clan, Long Qingtian of the Dragon Clan, Xuanyuan Dihuang of the Xuanyuan Clan, Zhou Yunru of the Heavenly Machine Tower, and the rest.

Most of them had come to watch a good show.

For one thing, every one of their factions had been trampled beneath Zhao Guanlong's feet, yet none had been able to do anything about him.

For another, they all had more or less some friction with the