On the Yang Clan's side, Nangong Jinghe was watching the duel between Yang Lingrui and Ling Shuang with keen interest.
But just as he wondered what sort of Creation Origin he might find in this Secret Realm, a powerful aura swept toward him.
It came with a burst of hearty laughter.
"Hahahaha! This exchange between the Sword Immortal and the Fate Official is truly spectacular. Just watching it has left me, Luo Qianchou, itching for a bout of my own."
At those words, the True Intent Perfection cultivators on the Yang Clan's side, including Dongfang Zonggan, moved behind Yang Yuanhong in an instant.
Luo Qianchou's sudden arrival puzzled them. What he had said was even harder to make sense of.
Yang Lingrui and Ling Shuang had arranged their duel long ago. Meishan was also a major power in the Central Region that sided with neither the Yang Clan nor the Dao Academy.
Their exchange thus seemed perfectly reasonable to onlookers and would have no bearing on the larger situation.
But neither camp had made a move yet, and no one had even found a decent treasure in the Secret Realm. There was no reason to fight. Why, then, had Luo Qianchou come straight over to declare his intent to battle?
"Where something is out of the ordinary, trouble must be lurking. Yuan Hong, tread carefully."
Standing behind Yang Yuanhong, Dongfang Zonggan sent him a warning by Thought Transmission. To them, Luo Qianchou's behavior was little different from a provocation.
If Luo Qianchou meant to challenge Yang Yuanhong, the Yang Clan had absolutely no reason to accept.
"Don't worry, Patriarch Zonggan. I know what I'm doing."
After replying, Yang Yuanhong bowed to Luo Qianchou. "It's rare to see you in such high spirits, Senior Brother Luo. I wonder who might scratch