Moreover, Ye Chen's actual combat strength, under Zhao Qinghui's keen sword-heart sensing, far exceeded his cultivation realm. Among the many inner sect disciples, he could be regarded as exceptionally outstanding.
But to Zhao Qinghui, that was all there was to it.
He could be called excellent—but not astonishing.
Seeming to sense something, Ye Chen subconsciously shifted his gaze and saw a tall, valiant girl with striking looks staring at him.
This immediately caused a faint, smug flutter to rise in Ye Chen's heart.
'Heh. This woman's eyesight is rather sharp—she could spot my extraordinariness at a glance in such a crowd. If the chance arises, I wouldn't mind taking her in.'
Seeing that the moment his gaze met hers, the girl looked away, Ye Chen grew even more pleased with himself.
'Interesting. She's even putting on an act of calm indifference now. Hmph, woman—how could I not know that you've already secretly fallen for me?'
Zhao Qinghui would never have imagined that she had only taken a brief look at Ye Chen out of mild interest caused by the Diary Replica.
Yet in Ye Chen's eyes, it became her keen discernment recognizing his hidden greatness at a glance.
He even fabricated a whole inner monologue for her, convinced that she had already secretly fallen in love with him.
If Zhao Qinghui were to learn of these thoughts, she would probably draw her sword and slash Ye Chen on the spot.
Seeing that Zhao Qinghui no longer looked at him, Ye Chen took it as her deliberately avoiding his gaze and grew even more smug.
However, the very next moment, a cold, hostile gaze suddenly descended upon him.
Turning his head, Ye Chen saw that next to that girl stood a young man.
At this moment, that young man was staring at him with eyes as sharp and piercing as a sword.
"Heh!"
Ye Chen let out a low, disdainful cold laugh.
Then, the corners of his mouth slowly lifted into an extremely sinister arc.
He slightly raised his chin and met the young man's gaze with a contemptuous look, then extended his index finger and casually shook it left and right—the meaning unmistakable.
The young man, Li Mingfeng, gradually darkened in expression, and the look in his eyes toward Ye Chen grew ever more sinister.
'He's nothing more than an inner sect disciple of Taihuang, merely at the Third Heaven Realm, yet he's so arrogant—coveting Qinghui and even daring to provoke me like this. This brat truly deserves death!'
The killing intent in his heart slowly surged. Li Mingfeng resolved that if this person dared to step onto the martial arena later during the grand competition, he would find an opportunity no matter what to go up and teach him a harsh lesson!
Although this was Taihuang's grand competition, in the past there had indeed been precedents where disciples from observing factions participated.
Therefore, this idea of his was not impossible to realize.
What's more, today's various forces had brought their younger disciples precisely with the intention of exchanging pointers and showing off their strength.
He, Li Mingfeng, was merely unable to restrain himself and wanted to get an early taste of the methods of Taihuang's disciples—that was nothing out of the ordinary!
At this very moment—
Another stir erupted within the crowd below.
This scene aroused the curiosity of many, who all cast their gazes over.
Then everyone saw a man in white robes, with a face as handsome as an immortal, eyes bright as stars, and a figure tall and upright like a pine tree, arriving atop a war chariot!