In the square, the cultivators attending the ceremony all held their breath and focused, not daring even to breathe too deeply, much less converse privately through voice transmission.
They merely lowered their heads and eyes, gazing from nose to heart, looking thoroughly well-behaved.
A faint air of murderous tension hung over the scene. The cultivators secretly wondered what turn of events might come next.
Only Second Elder Xuangu of the Infinite Extremity Devil Palace and the disciples accompanying him looked entirely at ease;
he plainly had the air of someone keeping well clear of matters that did not concern him, simply enjoying the spectacle.
Second Elder Xuangu had always scoffed at the native cultivators of these waters. In his eyes, they were merely a pack of frogs gazing at the sky from the bottom of a well;
shortsighted and unlikely to amount to anything.
Had he not grown curious about Qing Chen, someone of his exalted standing as Second Elder of the Infinite Extremity Devil Palace;
would never have deigned to visit a place that did not even qualify as a proper Nascent Soul sect to attend this so-called Golden Core Ceremony.
In these waters, only the Shushan Sword Sect possessed enough of a sword cultivator's bearing to merit his attention.
Now, Second Elder Xuangu looked up at Qing Chen in the sky. Seeing that Qing Chen remained silent, he could not help feeling a trace of doubt:
Was the brat afraid? Faced with these late Golden Core stage cultivators, he did not even dare argue back? Had he lost his nerve and his edge?
Or did he have other plans, with victory already assured in his mind, and was therefore holding his position?
Although Wutong Old Devil, whom Qing Chen had previously defeated, was also a cultivator born and