Heaven-devouring Sword Emperor

On the viewing platform, Loong Che's eyes were calm as he watched the battle on the platform. Soon, he withdrew his gaze.    

    

It seemed that such a battle was unable to arouse his interest.    

    

His sharp senses had attracted his attention to a corner of the entire square.    

    

For some reason, he always felt a vague gaze staring at him.    

    

However, when he turned his eyes to look for it, he could not find that aura no matter what.    

    

"It's quite well hidden..."    

    

This feeling was very strange. Loong Che couldn't help but shake his head.    

    

With his current Spiritual Force, the cultivation level, he was actually unable to detect his opponent's aura. It could only be said that the person who had been paying attention to him, the cultivation level, was so powerful that it could completely block his Spiritual Force.    

    

"Since you aren't willing to show yourself, then I won't force you..."    

    

Loong Che helplessly shrugged his shoulders when he did not discover that figure in the end. After which, he sat quietly on the seats. His eyes narrowed and he entered a quiet state.    

    

The calmness that Loong Che displayed caused the people in their group to be a little speechless.    

    

Today, he was the main character of this life and death battle, alright?    

    

Everyone else was extremely nervous and uneasy, but you are still sleeping here safe and sound. Can you take this life and death battle seriously?    

    

"Hehe. This Stinky Boy, even at this time, he can still fall asleep?"    

    

Bai Qianqian by the side looked at Loong Che's lazy expression. Her originally nervous heart had also relaxed a little at this moment. Her face revealed a smile that could not be hidden.    

    

"There is no need to worry about him. This fellow will always be calm and collected..."    

    

At this moment, Zhao Linger's words were transmitted over. Bai Qianqian also smiled in understanding after hearing it.    

    

"I will not be worried about him. I can sleep soundly in my own life and death battle. Who would be worried about him?" Bai Qianqian teased.    

    

"Wake him up with a slap!" Zhao Linger glared and said.    

    

"I think we should forget about it. Let him rest for a while. He still has to go on stage later..."    

    

On the side, when Loong Jingyun heard the words of these two girls, he couldn't help but reveal a smile on his nervous face.    

    

"Your son's calmness is truly admirable. Brother Loong, your son is definitely not someone ordinary!"    

    

At this moment, the chief helmsman of Flowing Gold Workshop Club, Wei Ting, turned his head around and said with a smile on his face.    

    

"Brother Wei, you flatter me. My son only knows how to provoke right and wrong..."    

    

Although Loong Jingyun said so, he was delighted in his heart.    

    

Who was this Wei Ting? He was the leader of the Flowing Gold Workshop Club in Crimson Sky City!    

    

Now, he was actually addressing Patriarch as his brother. Wasn't it all because of his son? This made him extremely proud.    

    

"Hehe, a great genius has emerged in Loong Clan. Brother Loong, this is also the glory of Black Tiger City!"    

    

Beside them, the chief Branch Leader of Four Seas Market, Bai Kun, couldn't help but interrupt.    

    

"If such a kid can become a son and a daughter, then my face will be filled with glory!"    

    

When Bai Kun said this, Loong Jingyun was stunned for a moment.    

    

When Bai Qianqian heard this, her pretty face couldn't help but turn red.    

    

Her father's meaning... wasn't very obvious.    

    

"Haha, brother Bai, as a father, I can't make the decision regarding my son's matter..."    

    

Loong Jingyun was also somewhat speechless as he spoke.    

    

When they heard this topic, a displeased expression surfaced in Zhao Linger's pretty eyes by the side. Immediately, she let out a long sigh of relief.    

    

Back in the Alchemists' Association in Black Tiger City , this bastard, Loong Che, seemed to have already rejected her...    

    

...    

    

While everyone was talking, Loong Che, who seemed to have fallen asleep, suddenly opened his eyes. A wave of spiritual energy that was as thin as a thread instantly shot towards a corner of the Red Cloud Square.    

    

At that spot, a graceful figure, whose face was covered by a veil, suddenly froze.