The leading young man in white robes held a folding fan, an yin-yang taiji emblem of the True Martial Immortal Sect embroidered on his chest. He was Lu Chengfeng, the sect's second-ranked prodigy.
Lu Chengfeng put away his folding fan and sized up Chen Changqing, who stood before the heavenly stairway.
"Shushan's Chen Changqing. Seeing you truly surpasses hearing of you a hundred times."
"To kill Chu Heng and Gu Yuan outside the hall, your combat strength truly could be called invincible in the Tribulation Crossing Realm."
Lu Chengfeng's voice echoed across the empty plaza.
Beside him stood a burly young man, bare-chested, his skin covered in a dense layer of black dragon scales that radiated a savage, baleful aura. He was Long Ao, the young king of the Ancient Dragon Clan.
Long Ao's bell-like eyes glared fixedly at Chen Changqing as two streams of white vapor burst from his nostrils.
"Chen Changqing, you killed Long Tian of my Ancient Dragon Clan. Today, we will settle that debt properly in this Immortal Hall."
Though the other three True Lord cultivators said nothing, they each occupied advantageous positions, their invisible True Lord pressure blanketing Chen Changqing from all directions.
The remaining twelve Tribulation Crossing cultivators retreated to the rear, each bringing out their natal Spiritual Treasures to seal off every route of escape.
In their eyes, no matter how strong Chen Changqing was, he was ultimately only at late Tribulation Crossing.
Outside, he could rely on an Immortal Artifact and peerless sword techniques to bully those Half-step True Lords whose cultivation had been suppressed.
But now, all five of them had crossed the chasm between immortals and mortals within the Immortal Hall's secret realm, attaining the rank of true Great Dao True Lords.
Though True Lords and Tribulation Crossing cultivators seemed