Chen Wen Declared Dead on the Spot

As time ticked by, all kinds of noisy discussions gradually rose from the crowd.

"What's going on? Where is he? We've been waiting forever already."

"Do you think he got scared?"

"What are you talking about? He isn't here to fight. What is there to be afraid of?"

"That seems right too. Then how do we explain him not showing up after all this time?"

"Could he be doing this deliberately, just to keep the big shots of the Nine Great Powers hanging?"

"Damn, that can't be possible, can it?"

"Don't say it, but for someone who even dared to kill a Son of Heaven, what else would he not dare to do?"

"If he really dared to do that, then all I can say is that he's fucking impressive."

Listening to the discussions drifting over, the leaders of the various factions on the high platform could not help but furrow their brows.

Especially when they heard that Chen Wen might be deliberately keeping them hanging, their expressions darkened considerably.

This had been an agreed-upon time. Even they had arrived punctually, yet Chen Wen was nowhere to be seen.

Thus, they had no choice but to question whether that speculation was true.

Another half hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the discussions at the scene grew even louder, descending into an uproar.

Liu Ruoshui and Liu Piaopiao stood amid the crowd with grim expressions, saying nothing.

Yet their hearts kept sinking, and the hope in their hearts faded bit by bit.

To them, the longer the delay lasted, the lower Chen Wen's chances of survival became.

This was a fact they absolutely did not wish to see.

At that moment, Feng Wutian finally could not hold back any longer. He said coldly, "Palace Master Xian, what exactly