"I'll do it!"
Just as everyone's panic reached its peak, a powerful voice suddenly rang out.
The restless, chaotic crowd fell briefly silent.
Everyone turned toward the voice.
A youth in the fitted black uniform of a Dragon-Tiger Guard stepped out from the rear of the tower ship.
He looked no older than seventeen or eighteen, with a straight, tall bearing and a long saber hanging at his waist. The river wind lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing the Black-Iron Token at his waist that marked him as a Dragon-Tiger Guard.
It was Lu Chen.
He passed the pale-faced martial artists and walked toward the bow, step by step.
People instinctively moved aside to let him through.
Every eye settled on him.
Some held surprise.
Some held doubt.
Others held a measure of incomprehension.
The creature standing in the middle of the shallows was no Demon General at the peak of the Meridian-Opening Realm.
It was a genuine Bone-Forging Great Demon.
Even Meng Tingxue's strongest sword strike had been shattered by a single swipe of its claw. Xue Ping, Tie Shaoxiong, He Jinnian, and the other prodigies of the Qu River had all been defeated with ease.
And this youth dared step forward now?
Yet Lu Chen seemed oblivious to the complicated looks surrounding him.
He reached the bow and set his right hand on his saber's hilt.
Clang!
The long saber left its sheath.
A cold gleam swept past everyone's eyes.
Holding the saber in one hand, Lu Chen pointed it toward the mountain-like crimson demon in the middle of the shallows. His voice was steady and strong.
"I've come to take your head."
An uproar immediately erupted around him.
"Who is he?"
"He's so young, yet he dares challenge a Bone-Forging Great Demon?"
"You don't even know