Li Changlin showed no surprise or joy, appearing extremely calm.
He calmly looked at the stage below, his gaze falling on Hu Ming.
Hu Ming slightly frowned, already sensing a huge crisis. He knew that if other family patriarchs went up, they wouldn't gain anything, so he had to take action himself.
Thus, Hu Ming disregarded the interference from others and stepped forward, leaping onto the arena.
"Li Changlin, you are indeed impressive; your cultivation greatly exceeded my expectations. However, your luck is unfortunate, for you have encountered me!"
As he spoke, Hu Ming raised his hand to perform a sword gesture, directly summoning a three-centimeter little sword from his Dantian.
This little sword expanded as soon as it caught the wind, instantly turning into three feet long.
Li Changlin's eyes slightly narrowed, and he spoke solemnly, "Xuanyuan Sword!"
