Zhang Yi would never dare challenge Lin Chen one-on-one.
Lin Chen's achievements in the Tower of Ascension had been astonishing. His ranking had reached a level close to the Six Stages of Xiantian.
Although the imperial family claimed that Lin Chen had used cheating methods, as events unfolded—including the Misty Cloud Palace bearing witness for Lin Chen—anyone who wasn't foolish could tell that the imperial family's words weren't very credible.
He was only at the peak of the Xiantian Fourth Realm. Even among those present, his strength couldn't be considered near the top.
The reason he dared to mock Lin Chen was, first, the grudge between the Eight Desolations Sect and the Azure Ripple Sect, and second, because the Azure Ripple Sect had surrendered this time.
In his view, since the Azure Ripple Sect had chosen to concede, Lin Chen, as a disciple of the Azure Ripple Sect, had also lost his backbone. Faced with his provocation, Lin Chen could only lower his head and remain silent.
But Lin Chen's reaction had been completely beyond his expectations. Now Zhang Yi found himself riding a tiger he couldn't dismount from. In the end, he could only snort coldly. "Some people still think they have a sect backing them. Tomorrow, they'll know."
What did it matter how strong Lin Chen's martial power was? Unless he could reach a level where he could crush everyone present, Zhang Yi would make him understand what cruelty meant tomorrow.
Before this banquet, quite a few people had already sought him out, wanting to join forces to strike at Lin Chen. He knew perfectly well why these people were hostile toward Lin Chen. Either they had received instructions from the imperial family, or they had received instructions from Young Master Dongfang.
Of course, it was also possible