A Futile Provocation
At this moment, the atmosphere within the main hall of the Leviathan Palace was extremely tensed and the air was heavy.
Whether it was the 4th ancestor of the Brahama Sect or the other elders, they all had their aggressive pair of eyes fixated on the shards of the Dimensional Spatial Gateway Key in Ling Chen's hand.
A powerful murderous glint flashed in their eyes just like a poisonous serpent staring at its prey. The fact that they didn't attack right away was indicative of their patience and self-control.
Meanwhile, the previous Palace Lord of the Leviathan Palace was sweating profoundly while watching this scene. It seemed like the thing he didn't want the most was going to happen.
As for Ling Chen, despite looking like a lost lamb as he faced so many powerful experts, he was still calm as ever as his gaze swept past everyone with a mysterious and cunning smile plastered on his face.