Facing six Martial Sovereign Realm, Fourth Level experts, Jiang Chen had actually asked them to their faces, "What do you think you are?"
Jiang Chen's words turned the blue-robed man's face livid with rage. He had never expected Jiang Chen to be so arrogant.
"Jiang Chen, you're courting death," the blue-robed man roared.
"You came here demanding that I hand over my things. Do I know you? Are we familiar? Martial Sovereign Realm, Fourth Level—do you really think you're invincible under heaven? In my eyes, you're nothing special. In front of me, you're not qualified to threaten me. You want my things? Fine, come and take them—if you have the ability."
"However, there's something I need to warn you about. If you want to snatch my things, you must be prepared to die. These words aren't just for you, but for everyone around you as well."
"I know there have been rumors recently that I'm carrying a great treasure, something like the Nine Revolutions Divine King Art. Let me clarify this to everyone right now: I don't have any such art, nor do I have any Divine King Stone. Don't let yourselves be deceived," Jiang Chen said.
"If you don't possess such powerful things, how did you defeat the Mad Wind Sword Emperor?" someone in the crowd asked.
"Of course I defeated him with my own strength. Why else would you ask? Everyone has their own opportunities, and cultivating a few powerful methods is perfectly normal, isn't it?" Jiang Chen replied.
"I am the Young Sect Master of the Tianfeng Sect, Lan Ruotian. Jiang Chen, once we enter the secret realm, I want to see whether you can still be this arrogant," the blue-robed man said coldly.
This was outside the secret realm, and according to the rules, they were