Chen Lingkong’s voice hadn’t finished resounding through the air when Chen Xi stood up.

He was able to clearly sense that the gazes on him carried surprise, disdain, ridicule, doubt….

But all of this was unable to shake Chen Xi’s determination. His expression was calm and composed as he cupped his hands to his senior brothers, Wu Xuechan and Tang Xian, and then he strode through space towards the altar.

His clothes fluttered as he moved forward by himself. The gazes from the surroundings moved along with him, and it was like all of them desired to see exactly what sort of person he was, and where did he get the courage to actually join this competition.

However, all of this seemed to be nonexistent to Chen Xi. At this moment, only the ancient altar, and the upcoming battles remained to him!

He’d been waiting for this day for too long, and he’d expended boundless effort, blood, and sweat for this. So, he would absolutely not permit himself to fail this time.

Because only success would allow him to rescue his parents before the eyes of everyone and from the Chen Clan that was like a tiger’s lair!

So….

He had to win this battle!

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