This was an open scheme, a blatant open scheme.
They knew full well it was a trap, yet they had no choice but to step into it.
Unless they were willing to throw away their pride.
But what did Golden Immortal factions care about most? Naturally, their reputation.
The Demon Domain was vast, with more than thirty Golden Immortal factions. If they cowered and dared not accept the challenge, what would their subordinate factions and races think?
Naturally, they would no longer wish to keep following them.
Speaking of which, this was still Li Changsheng's scheme.
At that moment, he could not help but marvel. Li Changsheng was a genius—the boy had completely seized upon their weakness for saving face.
Among Golden Immortal factions and powerful experts, who did not care about face?
That was something that followed them for a lifetime.
The next moment, the warship slowly headed toward Void Dragon Clan territory. A tournament naturally required the Arena.
Ye Lin was going to set up the Arena for them.
And not only for the Void Dragon Clan. It would be even better if he could drag all the other major Golden Immortal factions of the Southern Demon Domain into it as well.
In a struggle of great eras, a battle for providence, what was fought was the younger generation's powerful experts.
If even your younger generation lost, what else could you use to fight?
Elsewhere, an incomparably luxurious warship sailed slowly through the Starry Sky. Upon it sat a gorgeously dressed young man.
The young man reclined within the warship, attended by ten peerless beauties.
An old man sat at the front, steering the warship.
The warship might not have been large, but it was certainly lavish.
Every inch of it reeked of extravagance.
"Young Master, General Liu