The spectating Cultivators were all gloating, ready to watch the show.
Wuxun was forced to act. He had no choice but to meet the challenge.
If he didn't fight, how could he possibly maintain his current status and influence in the eyes of the Silver Frost Empire and the various powers of the Central Plains World?
Within the Silver Frost Empire, who would still see him as the heir to the Royal Family? Who would still consider him a top-tier prodigy?
The soldiers and Cultivators of the Silver Frost Empire watched as their own Emperor's Son summoned the Silver Frost Dragon. It was like the birth of a Divine Spirit from the heavens, blotting out the sun and sky. They all gasped, overcome with excitement.
"The New Emperor of Great Yan is too arrogant. His Highness the Emperor's Son should teach him a harsh lesson."
"Kill this buffoon! This era is teeming with heroes. The Celestial Mandate of the Central Plains won't belong to Great Yan for much longer!"
