Chen Fan's clear, calm voice spoke slowly, as though he were merely discussing some utterly ordinary matter.
Yet once everyone heard him clearly, they were all stunned, their eyes widening.
"Not much time? Attack together?" No one could believe it. Judging by strength, those words should absolutely have come from the thirty-odd prodigies, yet to everyone's surprise, they had come from the mouth of a Nascent Soul Late Stage youth—and every word rang true.
"Where does he get the confidence to say something like that? Could this be a scheme Dugu Han arranged?" Many people speculated, utterly unwilling to believe that Chen Fan could defeat more than thirty prodigies at the initial Spirit Refining Stage.
This was no longer a question of belief or disbelief—it was simply absolutely impossible. Aside from certain absurd records in ancient histories, nothing like this had ever happened, because the Spirit Refining Stage and the Nascent Soul Realm were ultimately separated by a massive gulf, one that could not be crossed so easily! What was more, this Nascent Soul Late Stage youth was not facing one initial Spirit Refining Stage cultivator, but more than thirty!
"There's definitely some kind of plot. Dugu Han will most likely make a move himself—otherwise, this youth couldn't possibly be so confident!" someone in the crowd declared, thumping his chest.
"I've eaten more salt than you lot have walked roads. This matter is definitely not as simple as it looks. Could it be that the Nine Palaces Sect sent more than just Dugu Han? Have several other Sword Heart bodies arrived as well, intending to wipe out these two cities in one stroke?" an old man solemnly guessed.
Above the Ancient City, several Human Emperor-level powerhouses also frowned slightly and exchanged several looks. One of the Eight Trigrams Sword Sect's