“Long Chen, let me handle it. I know what to do.”

Meng Qi slowly walked forward. She floated onto the martial stage, her white robes and black hair billowing. She looked like she had walked right out of a painting, appearing indescribably graceful and sacred.

Seeing Meng Qi come onto the martial stage, Wang Mang’s heart shook. A bad feeling rose within him.

He had long since thoroughly examined the disciples from the Eastern Wasteland. Meng Qi had very weak Heavenly Dao fluctuations, and she seemed harmless. Furthermore, she was a soul cultivator, and so he thought her to be the weakest target in the Dragonblood Legion.

But once Meng Qi came onto the martial stage, despite her appearing tranquil and calm, an intense feeling of unease appeared in Wang Mang’s heart.

“Wang Mang, you shouldn’t have tried to use me to infuriate Long Chen. From your eyes, I can see your greed and guess your goal. For you to want to provoke Long Chen so much, you’re clearly using your position for selfish purposes. You have...