“Long Chen, what is it? Are your wounds not healed?” asked Zi Yan worriedly.

Long Chen shook his head. However, his gaze darted around, as sharp as a blade. “I suddenly felt some heart palpitations, as if great danger was about to descend. Evilmoon, are you sure no one is watching us?”

This had never occurred before. As soon as he entered the Ancient Battlefield, he had a bad feeling, but he was unable to say what exactly the problem was. If someone had set their sights on him, the Nine Star Hegemon Body Art would have sensed it. But that feeling hadn’t appeared.

“I’ve used one of the dragon race’s secret arts to conceal both your auras. Furthermore,...