At that moment, Yu Mingzi on the arena lightly flicked his Whisk, sweeping his gaze over Chen Changqing and the others who remained. In an even tone, he said:
"Who would like to come up and offer some instruction?"
Chen Changqing remained calm, looking entirely unmoved.
Yue Qing folded his arms across his chest, his expression composed. He did not appear to have any intention of taking the stage either.
Lu Tian narrowed his eyes slightly. He first glanced at Yu Mingzi, then shifted his gaze to Chen Changqing.
"Junior Nephew."
"Such a fine opportunity today. We shall meet on the stage later."
Lu Tian had long wanted to fight this junior nephew of his.
Unfortunately, several opportunities had arisen, yet none had come to fruition.
Earlier, when he saw Chen Changqing publicly survive the Twelve-Colored Heavenly Tribulation, it had further kindled Lu Tian's fighting spirit, making him want to exchange blows with Chen Changqing.
Hearing Lu Tian's words, Chen Changqing did not respond, merely smiling faintly.
Then, Lu Tian took a deep breath and slowly walked toward the arena.
He wore a sky-blue sword robe, his figure standing tall and straight as a pine. His features were handsome, and his gaze was tranquil as still water.
Though he walked slowly, each step seemed to land upon everyone's heartbeat, carrying a strange rhythm.
Before long, Lu Tian had reached the arena and stood facing Yu Mingzi.
Seeing Lu Tian take the stage, the crowd below erupted into an uproar:
"It's Lu Tian, the Peak Scion of Seven Stars Peak!"
"Ancestor Wuzhen's personal disciple."
"Seven Stars Peak was originally not among the Seven Main Peaks. It was only granted an exception to participate in this Seven Peaks Grand Competition because it belongs to the Sect Master's lineage."
"After all, this competition