When Lin Chen saw the white-haired elder swoop down, a mocking cold smile formed on the corners of his mouth.
"Quite the ruthless lad, even among the disciples of the Seven Sects, who should stand united, you strike with such cruelty, aiming to take the life of my disciple. How different is such conduct from that of a Demon Cultivator?"
The white-haired elder, seething with anger, stared at Lin Chen and began to lecture him from a position of moral superiority.
Upon hearing this, Lin Chen offered no explanation, his lips merely curving into a cold smile.
What shameless old fool, could it be that one should only allow his disciple to be killed without retaliating?
Lin Chen stepped forward, ready to unleash his powerful Divine Soul Power against the white-haired elder, when a purple figure appeared silently by his side, stepping in front of him.
"It's not your place to lecture my disciple. If you don't leave the arena within five breaths, this will be your burial ground!"
