The Lords and Elders of the Cultivator Palace, who saw Lin Chen killing his people in front of them, got up from their seats and flew into the center of the arena.
Swoosh!
The strong wind that blew created an aura of suppression that impacted everyone in the arena.
Peak Mahayana, Early Mahayana, Peak Nirvana. Everyone looked down at the pressure above their heads, while Lin Chen and company could still breathe freely because Lin Chen's Qi energy protected them.
The Cultivator Palace Lord Di Litian stared at Lin Chen with strong killing intent, "You! Little boy! How dare you kill a Cultivator Palace person in front of me!" His words were full of emphasis.
"He deserves to die!" Lin Chen replied casually.
"You!"
"You what?! Come on, Cultivator Palace, which is said to be the guide of the Lower Realm. But it was unfair in the judging, even using underhanded methods to compete!" Lin Chen said, cutting Di Litian off.
