"So it was Mr. Chen Cong, the Heaven and Earth Swordsman!" someone in the crowd exclaimed, their voice tinged with awe and disbelief.
Chen Cong smiled faintly and nodded. "Indeed, it is I."
His voice was calm yet firm, carrying a reassuring strength.
At this, the Black-Clothed Men could not help drawing sharp breaths. There would likely be no peaceful end to today's clash.
Some representatives of factions who had remained on the sidelines secretly congratulated themselves for not withdrawing rashly from the conflict.
Yan Shenglong's expression turned extremely ugly. He might have kicked an iron plate today, but even so, he had no intention of backing down.
He clenched his fists tightly, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes, and said through gritted teeth, "So what if you're a Titled Douluo? The Crimson Church has never feared any challenge!"
Chen Cong ignored Yan Shenglong's provocation. He merely gave him an indifferent glance before turning his gaze toward the others on the battlefield.
His gaze lingered on each person for a moment, as though he meant to imprint their faces and auras deep in his memory.
When he saw Ji Boda, a trace of approval flashed in his eyes. For this young man to remain calm and resolute amid such fierce fighting was no easy feat.
"Mr. Chen Cong!" Ji Chenglie bowed to him. "Thank you for lending us a hand!"
Chen Cong waved, indicating that there was no need for such ceremony. "Dealing with the Crimson Church today is a duty I cannot shirk."
As he spoke, he turned toward Yan Shenglong and the others. "If your Crimson Church knows what's good for it, leave at once. Otherwise, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
Yan Shenglong flew into a rage. "What arrogance! Do you think being a Titled