"No, seriously, what's with that look on his face?"
"Is he provoking us?"
"Does he really think one win gives him the right to look down on everyone?"
"Damn, he's arrogant."
Everyone's faces darkened at the look in Chen Changan's eyes. None of them had expected him to be this arrogant.
Chen Changan was pleased with their reaction. He wanted them angry enough to accept his challenge in the Life-and-Death Arena.
"Before I came here, I heard the people of Turbulent City were formidable. What a disappointment."
"You're just a pack of good-for-nothings, aren't you?"
"None of you can even beat me, and I'm only in the Hongmeng Saint Realm. I honestly don't know why you bother cultivating."
"Disappointing. So disappointing. Not one of you can put up a fight."
"I suppose none of you dares face me in the arena, either?" Chen Changan said with a sneer.
At his brazen words, many of the gazes fixed on him turned cold.
"Boy, do you really think killing a First-grade Primordial Saint means you can do whatever you please?"
"What are you so arrogant about?"
"Exactly. You may have some strength, but don't forget that you're only in the Hongmeng Saint Realm. Tired of living?"
"Then do you dare?" Chen Changan asked with a sneer.
"Fuck, you're not going to let this go, are you? Why wouldn't I dare? If you want to hand me your resources, I'll be more than happy to take them. I'll fight you."
A burly middle-aged man stepped out of the crowd. His fleshy face looked downright vicious, and his cultivation was at the Third-grade Hongmeng Saint Realm.
Chen Changan nodded in satisfaction at the sight of him, then asked, "Do you have enough resources?"
"Who are you looking down on? I have more resources than