When he returned once more, no one dared point fingers at Yang Chen anymore.
If, at first, they could still believe Yang Chen had merely gotten lucky or relied on fortune, now they had realized just how powerful he was—and how untouchable.
He had defeated Zhang Fu and Xiao Xing with his own strength. Who would dare provoke such a genius?
Quite a few had even begun thinking of how to apologize, hoping Yang Chen would let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, many of them had made snide remarks behind his back. If Yang Chen remembered them, their days ahead would surely be difficult.
There were plenty who regretted it, Zhang Hefei among them. His intestines had turned green with regret. He had been so close to Yang Chen in the arriving party and should have been able to befriend him, yet not only had he failed to do so, he had even offended him.
Now that Yang Chen had displayed such formidable combat strength, Zhang Hefei felt like crying. He only hated himself for being so blind at the time.
Yang Chen, however, did not think that much of it. Logically speaking, after ending a battle, he should have remained on the arena until Yu Kuang and the other two switched fighters below.
The reason he had come down with Hong Yue was that he no longer wanted to concern himself with the Profound Dao Sect's victory or defeat. If he had initially wanted to lend the Profound Dao Sect a hand because he was one of its disciples, Yu Kuang and the other two had now thoroughly enraged him with their conduct.
If not for Hong Yue, he would not even have bothered fighting Zhang Fu. Now that he had defeated Zhang Fu, there was no need for him