"What's going on over there?"
"Shh, is someone actually daring to make a move at the Martial Alliance Conference? Are they tired of living?"
"It looks like a young man; are young people these days all so hot-tempered?"
Many people were startled and turned their gaze toward Long Chen.
Someone helped the man who had been kicked flying back to his feet.
The middle-aged man was furious and glared at Long Chen, "I don't care who you are, how dare you ambush me. Today, I will see to it that you have no grave to be buried in."
"You? You're nothing but a fly reeking of foul stench. You're not worthy."
Long Chen said with disdain.
"Ah, you're going to die for this."
The middle-aged man was outraged and reckless to strike.
"Hold on."
A sharp shout suddenly rang out.
Following that, an elderly man in white, striding like the wind, walked over.
The old man exuded a majestic presence, commanding respect without anger.
"It's Elder Zhan Tai."
"Greetings to the elder."
