Things were even livelier among the Six Directions Alliance.
The Heavenly Balance Alliance, foremost of the six, had sent its Spirit Transformation Venerable, the Heavenly Balance Spirit Venerable.
He wore a dark yellow robe and had a broad, kindly face, yet shrewdness gleamed in his eyes. His aura was like a set of scales, weighing the strength of every faction in the Divine Capital.
Qin Jundi of the Fist Alliance had also appeared.
He did not sit in a lofty seat, but simply stood on a low rooftop.
He was tall, with exceptionally broad shoulders and loose black hair. Deep within his eyes, phantom double pupils seemed to linger. His hands were clasped behind his back, yet the surrounding air seemed faintly compressed by his fist intent.
Ninth on the Heavenly Gang Ranking, the spokesman of the Fist Alliance.
Qin Jundi did not look at Qing Chen at all, only at the shadow beneath a distant eave.
Yan Moyou stood there.
He still wore that same indifferent expression, with Qiu Qiansha standing beside him. Yan Moyou, too, watched Qin Jundi with fighting spirit brimming in his gaze.
The two stared at each other across half of Vermilion Bird Great Dao. Several nearby Nascent Soul Cultivators immediately felt their chests tighten, as though terrifying fist intent and magnetic origin power had clashed dozens, even hundreds of times in midair.
The stir the two created drew even more attention than Qing Chen, and people from many factions turned to look.
Among the Seven Mystic Heavenly Devils, besides the Origin-Initial Devil Sect and the Blood God Sect, several people from the Corpse Devil Sect had also arrived.
The leader of the Corpse Devil Sect's party was an old man in a gray-white corpse robe, his skin withered and greenish, his eye sockets deeply