The atmosphere on the floating arena was deeply strange.
The gazes of all the prodigies from the Four Great Sects were fixed on the black-clad figure holding a spear.
They seemed to want to see panic in his eyes as he faced the destruction of his sect and the slaying of its patriarch.
Yet, to their astonishment-
From beginning to end, the master of the Four Directions Gate had never once turned to look behind him at the Four Directions Gate, trapped within a grand formation and besieged by experts from the four sects.
This man seemed utterly indifferent to the fate of the Four Directions Gate.
At that moment, Yun Wuhen finally broke the strange silence.
He looked at Yan Sihai with a trace of mockery in his eyes.
"Gate Master Yan, your sect seems to have run into some trouble, but since the Dragon Abyss Conference has already begun, we still need to determine who is stronger."
He deliberately raised his voice when he said "Gate Master Yan," as though emphasizing something.
"Since you rank twentieth on the Dragon Abyss Ranking, the conference rules allow you to challenge us first. Who would you like to challenge?"
At those words, Gu Chenfeng, who had come to the arena battle under Yan Sihai's identity-
Gazed at the white-robed Yun Wuhen before him, a playful glint appearing in his eyes.
"You seem very eager to fight me. Is there some grudge between us, or did I do something to you that made you hate me to the marrow?"
Hearing his reply, Yun Wuhen's gaze trembled, and a trace of resentment he could barely suppress surged in his eyes.
Sensing that familiar, venomous gaze, Gu Chenfeng's lips curled into a meaningful sneer.
"I know you're eager to kill me, but don't rush.