Gu Chen's words were sonorous, his gaze resolute, as firm as a heavenly sword pressing against one's body, his entire being exuded an extremely powerful confidence.
It was astonishing. When these words were spoken, everyone was incredibly shocked, and the scene erupted into an uproar.
Furthermore, such a statement was truly too arrogant. Not to mention the strength of the Arsenal and Mysterious Pill Workshop, even considering Xu Qing and Yuan Zixun—regardless of their backgrounds—based on their own abilities, both of them were famous martial prodigies of the East Province, and among the six great holy lands, few could match them. Under the innate realm, there were scarcely any who could stand against them, let alone speak to them with such audacity.
At this moment, Gu Chen's qi circulated throughout his body, his robes billowing, his hair fluttering, his black garments rustling in the wind.