The carriage rolled into the city.
The clamor outside was shut out.
Inside the carriage, everyone looked at Han Yuchen and Leng Yuebai with complicated expressions.
That had been too domineering.
But it had also been incredibly satisfying!
"Yuchen, wasn't that a little too high-profile just now?"
Flender was somewhat worried.
"This is Spirit Hall territory, after all. Slapping them in the face like that..."
"Dean, you're wrong."
Han Yuchen leaned against the soft cushions, idly turning the teacup in his hand.
His gaze deepened.
"In this world, keeping a low profile won't earn you respect. It'll only make people push their luck."
"Especially in a place like Spirit Hall."
"The tougher you are, the more wary they'll be of you."
"The weaker you are, the more they'll chew you up, bones and all."
He turned to look out the window.
In the distance, a towering mountain stood in the center of the city.
At its summit, two magnificent buildings faced each other from afar.
One was Pope's Palace.
The other was Douluo Hall.
That was the pinnacle of power across the entire continent.
Han Yuchen narrowed his eyes.
Through his [Star Map Navigation] vision, he could clearly see the terrifying energy fluctuations emanating from that mountain.
Especially in the direction of Pope's Palace.
An extremely cold, evil aura was watching this way, flickering in and out of perception.
That was Bibi Dong.
And Specter Douluo, whom he had fleeced.
Looks like they've got their eyes on me after all.
The wound Han Yuchen had left on Specter Douluo wasn't fatal, but it was certainly enough to disgust him for quite a while.
With Specter Douluo's personality, he had definitely gone crying to Bibi Dong already.
Coupled with Leng Yuebai's outburst at the city gate earlier...
They were probably already