His spiritual energy surged, his robes fluttered without wind, and his overwhelming pressure swept across the entire arena like a raging tide, even causing the barrier around the arena to tremble violently.

"You deserve to die!"

Chu Wuchen merely smiled contemptuously, his slender fingers casually toying with the demonic energy swirling around his wrist, his eyes filled with mockery: "What? Does the Xuan Tian Sect really disregard its reputation like this? A dignified Grand Elder actually has to personally deal with a junior?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an uproar erupted in the stands. Elders from various sects stood up one after another, with the most stern-faced of them being the enforcement elders responsible for maintaining order in the competition. They said coldly, "Xuantian Sect, do not break the rules!"

The elder's face was ashen, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly with anger, but he ultimately could not lash out in front of everyone.

He gritted his teeth, sheathing his sword as the blade scraped against the scabbard, producing a piercing clang: "Chu Wuchen, one day I will personally behead you!"

"Heh, anyone can talk big." Chu Wuchen lazily flicked his sleeves, his gaze sweeping over the seats occupied by the Xuan Tian Sect disciples, a provocative smile playing on his lips. "What, is this all the Xuan Tian Sect is capable of? Not even one person dares to step onto the stage?"

"You—!" The disciples of Xuantian Sect were furious. Several young disciples could hardly contain themselves, but were held back by their fellow disciples.

Elder Wei Ji closed his eyes in anguish, his heart filled with grief and indignation.

Xiao Yunlan was critically injured and on the verge of death, but the Xuantian Sect was restricted by the rules even in terms of the right to seek justice, and could only watch helplessly as Chu Wuchen was arrogant and domineering!

As for the white-clad cultivator, he didn't believe she was a match for Chu Wuchen at all. Even if she went, she would only suffer the same fate as Xiao Yunlan.

However, Chu Wuchen seemed unsatisfied. He stood with his hands behind his back, demonic energy swirling around him, his voice carrying a flippant malice: "Any more disciples from the Xuantian Sect want to come up and compete? Today, I'm going to target the Xuantian Sect."

His gaze swept over the Xuan Tian Sect members like a venomous snake, and he said, enunciating each word clearly, "One by one, I'll cripple them."

The entire arena was deathly silent, with only the increasingly heavy breathing of the Xuantian Sect disciples. Shame and anger burned in their chests, yet no one dared to truly step forward.

However, at that moment a woman's voice suddenly rang out: "Who said the Xuantian Sect has no one left?"