It was precisely when the topic shifted here that Elder Xieyun and Emperor Chang Sheng's expressions turned incomparably solemn.
It was no wonder they were so serious. Once it came to fighting, they truly had no confidence at all.
They had fought several matches already, and the imperial family had lost every one. Whether it was the Spirit Disk Stage or the Body Integration Realm, the imperial family had been firmly at a disadvantage.
Speaking purely of strength, the imperial family had once been confident that they were inferior to no one. Yet now, Fierce Ghost Sect had stolen all the limelight.
Yang Chen was also watching the battle. At a glance, he could not yet tell which side would win. But with his unique experience and powers of observation, he could still see that Fierce Ghost Sect's side was clearly more at ease.
It was not that they looked especially likely to win, but rather that they had never even considered the possibility of losing. Zhang Jiefeng of the imperial family, on the other hand, was burdened with immense pressure. In this short span of time, he seemed to have already used more than half his methods, yet he showed not the slightest sign of victory.
Just as Yang Chen was observing the battle, he suddenly sensed something.
Over on Fierce Ghost Sect's side, a cold and sinister gaze was fixed upon him.
Wasn't it Wu Changkong who was looking at him?
Wu Changkong's gaze was now filled with hatred, as though he wished he could kill Yang Chen immediately.
Faced with that stare, Yang Chen curled his lips into a smile and made no attempt to hide his provocation. Wu Changkong's veins bulged, and he wished he could stake his life against Yang Chen.
After glancing at Wu