Martial Master

At this moment, the previously arrogant and domineering experts of the Dawei Dynasty were all silent as cicadas in winter, staring at the three forces in the distance with grave expressions, apprehensive, and even showing faint signs of nervousness.

The people of the five nations couldn't help but look up, filled with doubts and speculations in their hearts: who exactly could make the experts of the Dawei Dynasty so nervous, like a mouse seeing a cat?

In their line of sight.

The three forces seemed to be moving at a slow pace, but they were advancing side by side, restraining each other.

What raised suspicions, however, was that despite their slow speed, in the blink of an eye, they had already reached the open ground ahead, as if ignoring the distance between them.

At the same time!

A heart-racing aura spread out, and everyone present felt a terrifying power suppressing them, making it difficult for them to breathe, and involuntarily stepping aside.

At this moment, everyone could see the faces of the three forces.

What shocked them was that all three leading forces were young men in their twenties.

On the left, the leader was a young man in white robes holding a jade fan. He had a slender figure, wore a silk cap, and appeared graceful as he floated over.

Strangely, his face was like white jade, with a layer of jade-like light shimmering on his skin, radiating brilliant and captivating brilliance, while his eyes were cultured and profound, giving off an indescribable scholarly aura.

However, the aura he emitted was extremely cold; even before he approached, a chill was released into the world, making people tremble involuntarily.

Turning his head, the leader of the middle force was a handsome young man in black robes, with eagle-like eyes that were empty and indifferent.

Oddly enough, a metallic luster flowed over his skin, and even his clothes and hair had been assimilated by metal, exuding a chilling aura of iron and steel.

Behind him, several strong followers accompanied him, their postures extremely low, resembling servants.

On the right side was a young man in a deep purple martial robe, who was also exceptionally handsome, but he exuded an invisible and domineering aura, as if all things in heaven and earth were to be under his control.

Behind this person followed several peers, both male and female, with remarkable strength, in addition to two elderly guardians, whose cold gaze and oppressive will were no weaker than anyone present.

"It’s Young Master Leng Shu, the Holy Son of the Emperor's Heart, and the Son of the Liu Xian Sect!"

"I’ve heard that these three great prodigies have come to the five nations, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"Hiss, with them here, we have almost no chance of competing for the top three!"

When these three forces arrived, all the martial artists of the Dawei Dynasty who had arrived early were silent, not daring to speak, with expressions filled with deep apprehension.

Even the towering figures they had previously shown before the people of the five nations had, without them realizing, become somewhat diminished, like a strong man deliberately hunching his back, afraid to stand out too much lest he attract attention.

"Hehe, it seems I did not arrive late; that Ancient South City seems yet to have fully descended."

The young man in black robes chuckled lightly upon arriving at the open space, his gaze sweeping over the high platform.

"There’s actually a high platform here, is it prepared for me? Not bad, not bad!"

The young man nodded, leaping toward the high platform, aiming directly at the previously arrogant Elder Lu before the people of the five nations.

"Hiss!"

Seeing this, Elder Lu gasped in shock, fear evident on his brow.

"Quick, the Holy Son of the Emperor's Heart has his eyes on this place; follow me down!"

Without the young man in black robes having to say much, Elder Lu, with a terrified expression, hurriedly led his disciples down from the high platform, fearing that he might anger the other by moving too slowly.