At the same time, on the other side of the airport, Fei Long, who had previously invited Luo Chen, also arrived, accompanied by an old man and a young man.
The young man looked dashing and elegant, with an extraordinary appearance and an aura of being above worldly matters.
However, the most striking figure was the old man. He had silvery white hair and wore an ancient Daoist robe embroidered with a long sword.
At this moment, the old man stood with his hands clasped behind his back. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and his aura was as vast as the rivers and seas. Even from a great distance, one could feel the oppressive presence emanating from him.
It was as if a flood dragon was hidden within the old man’s body.
This caused many people at the airport to turn their heads and look, though no one dared to approach, as the old man’s attire was truly too strange.
Fei Long felt this most acutely. All along the way, he had felt a suffocating pressure.
The battle between Luo Chen and the Martial Saint Zhou Qiankun had too great an impact. Qinhuangdao was now a den of dragons and tigers, and it was absolutely impossible for Luo Chen to win.
Therefore, the higher authorities had brought in two experts. Firstly, to persuade Luo Chen, and secondly, to protect his safety.
Su Lingchu’s words just now were merely a stalling tactic to buy Luo Chen time. The people they had arranged had actually arrived long ago.
Moreover, the expert arranged this time had an absolutely formidable background.
They were from the Kunlun Sword Palace.
Kunlun was too vast, with various Daoist lineages hidden within it. Few ever emerged into the world, but once they did, they were undoubtedly top tier figures who dominated the secular world.
For example, the old man before them, Xu Jingtian.
It was said that he mastered the art of flying swords and could take a person’s head from a thousand miles away with a flying sword.
Even the young man beside him, named Bo Jun, was rumoured to be a Divine Communicator.
The young man looked to be barely thirty, yet he was already a Divine Communicator, which showed how formidable he was.
Fei Long was not surprised that the higher authorities could actually invite someone from Kunlun, but he was still somewhat astonished that they had managed to bring in someone from the Kunlun Sword Palace.
The world might not be familiar with the Kunlun Sword Palace, but if the Sword Immortals of Mount Shu were mentioned, everyone would have heard of them.
And it was said that the Sword Immortals of Mount Shu were merely the outer sect of the Kunlun Sword Palace.
With this comparison, it was naturally clear to Fei Long just how powerful the Kunlun Sword Palace was.
“Two seniors, I have spotted him. I will go over and greet him first. Please wait a moment, seniors,” Fei Long said, having found Luo Chen at the airport, and turned around to speak respectfully to Xu Jingtian.
After all, a figure like this could probably kill him with a single glance, so Fei Long naturally dared not be negligent.
Xu Jingtian’s face was expressionless, or rather, he carried an aura of cold arrogance from beginning to end.
Bo Jun, standing nearby, nodded, though his attitude was equally arrogant.
After all, they came from the Kunlun Sword Palace. In terms of both identity and status, they had the qualification to look down on others.
Only after Fei Long left did Bo Jun drop his cold arrogance and look respectfully at Xu Jingtian.
“Martial Uncle, why must we come to protect a secular person?” Bo Jun asked, his words once again laced with a hint of cold arrogance.
In his view, secular people were nothing but ants. Even the so called Martial Saints were not in his eyes, as they were people of the Kunlun Sword Palace.
“This is a favour owed from the past. Of course, a mere favour is not enough to make our Sword Palace take action. Now that a great change is approaching, we will inevitably emerge into the world sooner or later. Although we do not care much for secular things, there are still some things that can be utilised,” Xu Jingtian said indifferently.
“Then, Martial Uncle, what shall we do later?” Bo Jun asked, turning his gaze towards Luo Chen in the distance.
Luo Chen and Fei Long seemed to be in conversation.
“He is not bad. Judging by his aura, he should also be a Divine Communicator, but compared to a Martial Saint like Zhou Qiankun, he is still far behind,” Xu Jingtian said, also directing his gaze towards Luo Chen.
“How does he compare to me?” Bo Jun asked Xu Jingtian. Since they were both young, Bo Jun naturally had a competitive mindset.
“Compare to you?” Xu Jingtian sneered.
“Bo Jun, when did you become so lacking in confidence?” Xu Jingtian shook his head, a trace of disdain in his eyes as he looked at Luo Chen.
“Not to mention anything else, just the fact that you are a member of our Sword Palace means he cannot compare to you.”
“What about those cultivation practitioners in the current age? Even if they are fortunate enough to successfully step into the Divine Communication Realm, so what?”
“Without orthodox cultivation methods, are they not just useless trash?” Xu Jingtian said indifferently.
This statement was actually quite accurate. After all, in the current age, most cultivation practitioners were either unorthodox or had obtained incomplete cultivation methods.
Compared to orthodox cultivation practitioners from the Kunlun Sword Palace, the difference was truly like that between clouds and mud.
“Hehe, I was just speaking casually. If we were to truly compare, I am confident that I could crush him with a single finger,” Bo Jun said, looking at Luo Chen with equal contempt in his eyes.
“Forget it, let us not wait. Go over there directly, tell him he cannot win, and bring him back,” Xu Jingtian said impatiently, watching Fei Long who was still trying to persuade Luo Chen over there.
A mere Divine Communicator, and you want to challenge a Martial Saint?
Furthermore, Martial Saints from the entire Martial Adjudication Office have come, and even international giants like the Goddess of Death from abroad.
Is this not out of his mind? It is simply ridiculous to the extreme.
“Mr Luo, you do not understand. This battle is far from being as simple as you think. Even a major figure from Korea has come to watch the battle.”
“Qinhuangdao can now be said to be fraught with danger,” Fei Long continued to plead earnestly.
The higher authorities’ intention was to stop this battle at all costs. After all, Luo Chen’s identity was special, and no accidents could be allowed to happen.
However, Luo Chen showed no intention of listening at all.
In this current age, who could the Luo Wuji fear?
Even if someone from the Immortal Realm came, he would dare to fight them.
What did he have to fear from a mere few Martial Saints and some Goddess of Death?
“Fei Long, I appreciate your good intentions, but I do not take those few people seriously. Furthermore, in this battle, I may not necessarily lose,” Luo Chen said, unscrewing a bottle of milkshake and taking a sip, showing absolutely none of the tense and solemn atmosphere typical before a great battle.
“Hmph, what a big tone, simply nonsense,” a cold reprimand suddenly rang out.
Fei Long turned around and saw that Xu Jingtian and Bo Jun had already walked over.
It was Bo Jun who had spoken.
“Young man, if I am not mistaken, you are merely a Divine Communicator, are you not?” Xu Jingtian also spoke, a trace of disdain in his eyes.
And without waiting for Luo Chen to speak, Xu Jingtian continued.
“With what can a mere Divine Communicator like you fight against a Martial Saint?”
Xu Jingtian asked arrogantly, his posture exceedingly haughty. Although a Martial Saint was still a martial artist and, by rights, should absolutely not be a match for a cultivation practitioner.
However, Martial Saints were different. They had to be treated as a special case.
After all, they were Martial Saints, figures capable of single handedly confronting an army of a hundred thousand.
How could an ordinary Divine Communicator possibly be a match for a Martial Saint?
“Take this old man’s advice. If you do not want to meet an untimely end in this place, come back with me.”