Chang Hao looked at Long Chen, battle intent soaring out of him. Long Chen could tell that this wasn’t malice, but a desire to fight against another expert.

“Chang Hao, with your current cultivation base, this is somewhat bullying.” Feng Xinglie frowned slightly.

His original intent had been for Long Chen to go pick his own opponent. But now that Chang Hao put it like this, there was no chance for Long Chen to retreat. And with Long Chen’s character, he would accept this challenge no matter what.

Chang Hao was a rank eight Celestial, and his cultivation base had reached the ninth Heavenstage of Foundation Forging, while Long Chen was only at the fifth Heavenstage. Most importantly, Long Chen hadn’t gone through the Heaven Splitting Battle Sect’s baptism, which put him at an immense disadvantage.

“Third uncle, you don’t understand. I can sense a strong feeling of danger from him. Other than me, no one else here is his match. I want to fight against him.” Chang Hao shook his head.

Chang Hao’s words made Feng Xinglie jump. He didn’t know much about Long Chen, but he was profoundly aware of Chang Hao’s power. He himself, a King,...