As Lin Langtian and Elder Xue Ming faced off, the tremendous disturbance caused by this sudden conflict instantly alarmed half of Zhenxi City.
Sharp wind-breaking sounds rang out in rapid succession as countless figures swept over from every direction, landing atop the roofs around the inn or hovering in mid-air as they looked down at the two hostile groups in the rear courtyard.
When these experts who had come to watch the excitement saw the situation clearly, a wave of sharp inhalations immediately rose.
"That is... Elder Xue Ming of the Blood God Sect?! A High Earthly Supreme!"
"Who is he clashing with? That young man looks unfamiliar. He does not seem to be from Wuji Continent."
"He seems to be from the Qiankun Sect. I heard the Qiankun Sect recently unified Qiankun Continent and restored its former status as the continent's dominant power."
"Tch, merely the overlord of a small continent. Looking across the Great Thousand World, what does that amount to? The leader of this Qiankun Sect is only a Low Earthly Supreme, yet he dares provoke Elder Xue Ming? Is he tired of living?"
"Hehe, there is still some time before the ruins open. Why not enjoy a good show?"
Amid the hushed discussions, countless gazes swept over Lin Langtian, filled with shock, curiosity, pity, schadenfreude... all manner of emotions intertwined.
Among the crowd stood a figure carrying an ancient sword on his back. He was Jian Wuchen of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the dominant force of the nearby Heavenly Sword Continent.
His gaze fell upon Lin Langtian's tall figure. Sensing the faint hum of the ancient sword on his back, a trace of gravity flashed through his eyes.
"To make the ancient sword hum... this man is clearly no ordinary person."
On another rooftop, Daoist