Imperial Envoy

After thinking it over for a long time, Chen Xia could only take things one step at a time.

He rode the White Dragon toward Blackstone Mountain.

When Chen Xia flew in and descended upon Blackstone Mountain,

everyone from the Federation in the military camp saw him and sighed in wonder.

"Our Holy Lord Chen seems to have grown even stronger."

"Could that aura mean the Holy Lord has broken through again?" In one camp, Lei Qianren and the Wind Venerable exchanged a glance.

Beside them, Ouyang Shuo looked at the figure in the sky and smiled. "He does feel different. Could Holy Lord Chen have reached the middle stage of Martial Saint?"

"I don't think it's that simple." Xu Gao shook his head from the entrance of the tent.

"What do you mean?" Lei Qianren asked, puzzled.

"I think the Holy Lord may already be at the late stage of Martial Saint," Xu Gao said.

"The late stage? How could that be?" Lei Qianren froze. "How long has it been since he became a Martial Saint? How could he reach the late stage so quickly?"

"With Holy Lord Chen's talent, it isn't impossible. Don't forget, he's only been cultivating for a little over three years."

Xiao Yuanzhou chuckled. "Let's not make wild guesses. There's no telling."

"True."

At that, everyone gave a self-deprecating smile.

Holy Lord Chen was someone none of them could fathom.

Beep, beep, beep—

Just then, their Technology Watches sounded in rapid succession.

Lei Qianren glanced at his watch. "The Holy Lord has summoned us. Let's go report on our recent work."

"The Martial Saints from the Various Countries happened to arrive today, too."

They looked toward another section in the distance, where the other countries had set up camp.

In the Federation Development New District,