But when they saw the enormous black iron gateway erected outside the Dragon Palace's main entrance, and the two figures standing atop it, the old antiques' eyes instantly turned cold.
"King Chen, you actually dared to block the entrance?" someone asked incredulously, as though finding it somewhat absurd.
"Junior, move aside. Don't provoke everyone's wrath and die young with all that talent!" someone advised with a frown.
"Heh, I doubt this will end so easily today." Others wore amused expressions, unafraid of making a bigger scene.
As more and more powerful figures arrived, their overwhelming spiritual pressure forced the surrounding seawater down by dozens of yards.
Yet at that moment, the two men at the center of the storm, bearing the powerhouses' towering killing intent, were each more relaxed than the other.
Jiang Xiao Chen looked utterly indifferent, as cold as though he had spent ten years working an assembly line.
Jiang Chen, meanwhile, held a little notebook and kept writing down the people who had just spoken, even taking photos with his phone to keep a visual record.
"Anyone who disrespected me just now will pay an extra fifty percent in emotional distress compensation. Your tongues are so venomous, you've given me an inferiority complex!"
Hearing this, many of the old antiques chuckled despite themselves.
"Heh, King Chen, do you really think things are still the same as a few days ago?"
"With the Disorder of the Ultimate Number and the upheaval of heaven and earth, everyone's strength changes by the day. Take a good look at how far everyone here has come!"
"Little brat, do you truly understand what this many Eighth Tier cultivators means?"
Strength did indeed bring confidence. Not long ago, these old antiques had been meek before Jiang Chen, not daring to voice their anger