"To be able to withstand a magical weapon, it must be the effect of that ancient artifact from the Pure Yang Martial Sect," Gu Yan's gaze shifted as he looked towards Gu Chen's left palm, knowing that the ancient artifact was lurking there.
Clearly, he has diligently collected various pieces of information about Gu Chen. Although he was confident in himself, he would not underestimate his enemy.
"Now, things have become somewhat thorny," Gu Yan muttered, pondering how to deal with Gu Chen.
At that moment, Gu Chen, who stood at the center of the battlefield, turned his eyes towards a certain direction and said, "Having watched for so long, have you not found the right opportunity to act yet?"
"Hmm?"
Huang Yun, hidden in the void, was taken aback when Gu Chen actually discovered him.
Obviously, this caught him by surprise, causing him to unconsciously furrow his brows.
However, the next moment, his figure materialized, appearing here.
"The Ninth Prince?!"