As Zhang Jiangkun said this, he grew worried as well. "Brother Yang Chen, if Zhao Yuanhong starts hanging around with Mo Qianwu, he will surely bear a grudge over what happened with you. Zhao Yuanhong is indeed no match for you, but if Mo Qianwu stands up for Zhao Yuanhong, he may come looking for trouble with you."
Yang Chen recalled what Zhang Jiangkun had previously told him about Mo Qianwu.
Mo Qianwu was among the oldest batch of students in the Seven Swords Pavilion. He had been in the Seven Swords Pavilion for many years, not someone Zhao Yuanhong, who had only joined a few decades ago, could compare with.
It was precisely because of this that Mo Qianwu's combat strength was all the more despair-inducing.
There were many with better aptitude than Mo Qianwu, yet no one dared provoke him. Within the Seven Swords Pavilion, he was practically a shameless squatter.
It had to be said that Zhang Jiangkun's guess had truly hit the mark.
When Mo Qianwu heard Zhao Yuanhong speak, the corners of his lips curved upward. He smiled faintly, revealing an icy, indifferent smile, then walked straight toward Yang Chen.
"Yang Chen?" Mo Qianwu asked in a bland tone.
"That's me," Yang Chen replied expressionlessly.
Mo Qianwu drawled lazily, "I heard you've been rather arrogant in the Seven Swords Pavilion lately. Heh, I even heard that a Dao Law Divine Body has emerged. Once the Sea of Trials ends, how about we have a spar?"
As soon as those words fell, discussion immediately erupted around them.
"Now this is getting interesting."
"Haha, after Zhao Yuanhong got bullied, Mo Qianwu is stepping forward for him."
"Mo Qianwu is incredibly strong. I heard his Dao Intent Inscription has reached twelve thousand daos. With that strength, he is