Twenty-Turn Golden Core Emerges, Invincible Against All; Chen Xuan Is the Child of Fortune

Amid waves of sound like a roaring tsunami.

Chen Xuan stepped onto the arena and stopped thirty zhang before the four of them.

Tuoba Ye, Yue Linglong, Kumarajiva, and Wang Hao all fixed their gazes on him, each with a different expression.

Tuoba Ye's gaze was as savage as a wolf's, carrying disdain and bloodthirsty excitement. Yue Linglong's gaze was cold as a serpent's, slithering across Chen Xuan as she searched for his weaknesses. Kumarajiva's gaze was calm as still water; his palms were pressed together, a smile at his lips. Wang Hao looked down on him as though he were prey about to be trampled beneath his feet.

"You're Chen Xuan?" Tuoba Ye was the first to speak, his voice like muffled thunder. "You don't look like much. It's time for the top spot on the Hidden Dragon Ranking to be handed over."

"Everyone says you cultivated a Nine-Turn Golden Core, and the people of the Central Plains have pinned all their hopes on you. If I defeat you, I'd like to see what else you people of the Central Plains have to say."

Yue Linglong spoke indifferently.

"Amitabha." Kumarajiva pressed his palms together. "Benefactor Chen, this humble monk advises you to surrender. The gap between you and this humble monk is far too great."

Wang Hao said nothing. He merely stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his lips, the contempt in his eyes impossible to conceal.

Chen Xuan looked at the four of them, his expression calm as water. He swept his gaze around before slowly saying, "Didn't you all want to go first? You've argued until now without reaching a result. There's no need for such trouble. You... come at me together."

His voice was not loud, yet it entered everyone's ears.