Traces of the Nine Secrets had appeared in Licheng, drawing many Holy Sons and Saintesses to the city. All were geniuses of the younger generation, proud and arrogant, and clashes could break out at the slightest provocation.
Sure enough, the Yaoguang Holy Son and the Golden-Winged Little Peng King had begun fighting for some unknown reason.
Lu Chen suspected that the Golden-Winged Little Peng King had provoked the conflict. After all, the fellow was wildly arrogant. He had once publicly declared that he would slay the Yaoguang Holy Son, Ji Haoyue of the Divine Body, and others to pave his path to becoming a Great Emperor.
Now the two were truly fighting. As for who was stronger, it was still too early to say.
"You're Lu Chen, the one who killed several young disciples of my Ji Family?"
Just then, a majestic, imposing young man stepped forward with a bright moon above his head. Divine light shone in his eyes as he looked over, exuding an immense pressure.
The Purple Mansion Saintess had not attacked him; someone else had stepped forward instead. Lu Chen studied the young man and asked uncertainly, "You... are Ji Haoyue?"
"Indeed."
"The renowned Divine King Body. If you want a fight, I'll oblige!" Lu Chen faced him calmly, without a trace of fear.
As for why he had killed the Ji Family Disciples, there was nothing to explain. Strength was everything. Right and wrong were mere illusions.
"Then..." Light blazed from Ji Haoyue's Divine King Body, and his fighting spirit erupted. He was about to charge over when his younger sister stopped him.
Ji Ziyue clung to his arm. "Brother, let's find the Nine Secrets first. You can fight later." The man opposite them had killed both the Purple Mansion Holy Son and a Supreme