"Martial artists from the Devil Realm Eastern Region are truly stingy."
In a small pavilion in the distance sat a group of young noblemen dressed in silks and finery.
Looking closely, every one of them wore fine silk robes, jade crowns, and precious jade at their waists. Even their every gesture radiated an indescribable air of nobility.
As soon as these words were spoken, the martial artists in the two small pavilions turned their eyes toward them. Only then did they notice that several dozen martial artists had also appeared in the third small pavilion beneath Nine Heavens Waterfall.
Zhao Xiantu's face was ashen, and his mood was terrible. Why did it feel as though so many people had been opposing him lately?
In the past, as one of the holy sons of the Five Great Families and Seven Sects of Chu, Zhao Xiantu had been someone everyone respected, whether in his family or in the imperial capital.
Yet during this period, he had suffered setback after setback in both the imperial capital and his family, suppressed by Lin Bai until he could barely breathe.
Zhao Xiantu said coldly, "Who are you? How dare you spout such wild claims!"
Inside the small pavilion, more than a dozen young noblemen in silks and finery smiled in unison, their swordlike brows raised with arrogance.
The leading young nobleman, handsome as jade, slowly rose to his feet. Holding a folding fan in his hand, he said to the martial artists in the two small pavilions, "The Crown Prince of the Fire Immortal Kingdom, one of the Western Domain Seventy-Two Kingdoms of the Devil Realm—Huo Chunqiu!"
Lin Bai's eyes flashed with surprise. These noble young men dressed in silks and finery were actually martial artists from the Western Domain Seventy-Two Kingdoms.
The Western Domain