The One Being Targeted

As time passed, more and more people gathered at the entrance to the Blazing Dragon Secret Realm.

At a glance, it was a sea of dark heads, with people jostling shoulder to shoulder.

Most of them did not possess jade pendants. They had simply come to watch the excitement—or, more accurately, to cheer on their respective factions.

Of course, quite a few had ulterior motives.

Some wanted to fish in troubled waters and trick someone out of a jade pendant; others wanted to take advantage of the chaos and force a sale or purchase.

After all, a single jade pendant represented a quota to enter the Blazing Dragon Secret Realm. This was an opportunity of staggering proportions!

Who would not want to go in and take a haul?

What if they happened to strike it lucky and obtain some heaven-defying treasure? Would they not soar to the heavens in a single bound?

However, although these people had their minds racing, they still did not dare act rashly.

The ten Saint God–level factions had issued warnings long ago: private fighting was strictly forbidden at the secret realm's entrance!

Those who violated the rule would be killed without mercy. This was no joke.

What kind of terrifying existences were the ten Saint God–level factions?

If they stamped their feet, the entire Azure Domain would tremble three times over.

Who would dare pluck the whiskers of a tiger?

That would be like an old man hanging himself—simply asking to die!

Thus, although the atmosphere was heated and undercurrents surged, the surface remained relatively calm.

However, when a tree wished for stillness, the wind would not cease.

Just as Yang Lingtian was idly enjoying himself, an incongruous voice suddenly rang out.

"Huh? Isn't that the sect master of the Chaos Sacred Sect, Yang Lingtian?"