The cultivators around them in the capital grew even more excited at those words. There was another spectacle to watch. Today really had not been wasted.
The Seventeenth Imperial Prince had only just withdrawn, and now a true disciple of the Three Pure Ones Daoist Sect had come to challenge the Demonic Sect's successor.
Tie Ming looked at Qing Chen, genuinely afraid he might get carried away, and urged him in a low voice, "The Taiyi Daoist Sect is tacitly regarded as the foremost of the Three Pure Ones Daoist Sects. If this man really is the current Taiyi Daoist Heir, a duel would have far-reaching implications. You can't just kill him on a whim, either."
"The Origin-Initial Devil Sect is the foremost Demonic Sect in the Nanhua Realm, and the Taiyi Daoist Sect is its foremost Daoist sect. Brother Qing, you must be careful. The Taiyi Daoist Sect isn't like the Jade Clarity Daoist Sect or the Sunset Glow Dao Sect. It has very few disciples, so every one of them has terrifying fighting strength."
After hearing Tie Ming's explanation, Qing Chen had a clearer picture, and some of his ideas shifted accordingly. Above all, he would follow his heart.
At that moment, on the long street, the sword on Xie Xuanwei's back had slid three inches out of its sheath. A wisp of clear qi flowed from its spine like morning mist in the mountains.
The pedestrians on both sides had long since retreated several hundred zhang. Every gaze was fixed on Qing Chen and Xie Xuanwei.
Within the ceremonial procession, the Eastern Prince's Heir, Ding Buxing, Li Wenbi, Dongfang Ming, and the others wore differing expressions. It was hard to tell whether they felt anticipation or concern.
But Qing Chen suddenly shook his head. "Do you have