297: Chapter 297 Could it be... someone behind him?

Public opinion was overwhelmingly pessimistic.

Everyone believed that, without official protection,

Su Chen, this newborn calf, could simply not contend with those massive family machines that had been passed down for hundreds of years.

...

The three-day deadline arrived in the blink of an eye.

The Central Plains Ancient Battlefield.

This battlefield was situated in front of the mountains.

It was a vast and boundless wasteland.

Its soil was a dark red color.

Standing here, it was as if one could smell the iron blood of the ancient sages soaked into the soil from when they fought.

And hear their unyielding voices when they fell in battle.

At this moment, the outskirts of the ancient battlefield were already packed with people.

Countless citizens of the Great Xia, media, rogue martial artists, and secret agents from the Hall of Valor had braved the wind and rain to arrive here.

This was no longer just a personal grudge match.

It was a battle of destiny representing whether the future of the Great Xia would be led by official order or enslaved by the power of the families.

Everyone held their breath.

Casting nervous and worried gazes toward the center of the field.

On the north side of the ancient battlefield, a terrifying phalanx of martial artists stood in a dense, dark mass.

That was the elite coalition of the thirty-six High Martial Families.

At the very front of the phalanx stood dozens of old men and middle-aged men wearing colorful, magnificent robes with disdainful expressions.

They were the heads and supreme elders of these families.

Most of them had cultivation levels at the Tenth Stage or Eleventh Stage.

And at the back of the queue.

Stood several Twelfth Stage old monsters with withered faces who had lived for over a hundred years.

Behind them, thousands of elite death squads from various clans were arranged in perfect unison.

In contrast, the south side of the ancient battlefield.

Was empty.

Just when everyone thought Su Chen had chickened out and fled.

A slightly thin, young figure slowly stepped onto the blood-red soil of the ancient battlefield.

It was Su Chen.

He had actually appeared.

He was wearing a simple black trench coat, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, without carrying any weapons.

Just like that, "alone," with leisurely steps, he walked to the center of the ancient battlefield as if taking a stroll.

For a moment, the whole scene was in an uproar.

"He really came alone!"

"He's crazy, he's truly crazy!"

"He only has the cultivation of a Seventh-Rank Martial Artist, yet he has to face dozens of Eleventh Stage and Twelfth Stage old monsters!"

"It's over, the last hope of the Great Xia is going to be extinguished."

"Exactly, he's so young and his talent is quite good. If he had just endured for a while, he might have become someone who would make these High Martial Families tremble in the future."

"Coming out here to throw his life away now, what a pity for such a good seedling..."

"Don't waste your pity on him yet. Do you think we'll have any good days left if he dies in battle?"

Despairing sighs spread through the crowd of onlookers.

Even the experts from the official Hall of Valor who were hiding in the shadows, originally ordered to risk their lives to save Su Chen at the critical moment,

Were now gasping in shock, inwardly lamenting the situation.

How can this be saved?

This is simply leading a lamb into a tiger's den.

Facing the overwhelming ridicule and sympathy from the surroundings, and the pressure from the dozens of high-stage powerhouses in front that was enough to crush mountains,

Su Chen remained calm and composed.

He even had the leisure to lift his head and look at the gloomy sky.

In his mouth, he was chewing on a piece of foxtail grass he had just casually plucked from the edge of the ancient battlefield.

Seeing Su Chen's lazy appearance, as if he didn't take them seriously at all,

The group of family heads opposite him, who had intended to crush him with their aura and humiliate him severely,

Instead felt like they had punched cotton.

A sense of unease inexplicably rose in their hearts.

"You posturing brat."

An irritable family head could not hold back.

He stepped forward, pointed at Su Chen, and shouted sternly.

"Su Chen, first you killed our family disciples at the Heroic Spirit Contract Ceremony, and later you bloodied the Qiu Family, insulting our dignity."

"It would have been fine if you hadn't come today, but since you've come to this ancient battlefield, no one in heaven or on earth can save you!"

"Oh? Is that so?"

Su Chen still had his hands in his pockets.

He lazily glanced at that family head and casually stuck the foxtail grass he was chewing on into the ground.

"I say, you old undying things, have you lived all these years just to become dogs?"

Su Chen tilted his head slightly, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"To deal with a mere Seventh-Rank Martial Artist like me, all thirty-six of your families have brought out your elites, even bringing your coffin money."

"Is there a need for such a big display?"

"I just casually slaughtered a few of your brats in Jianghai City."

"Stop hiding and holding back."

"Call out the 'master' behind you who is giving you the courage."

As soon as these words were spoken.

The expressions of those dozens of family heads changed drastically, and a trace of shock flashed in their eyes.

He... how did he know?

Seeing this group of old foxes having their secrets exposed by his single remark, their minds were in chaos.

Su Chen sneered and continued to press the attack.

"What? You dare to be someone else's dog, but you don't dare to bring your master out for a walk?"

"What a sharp-tongued, arrogant brat."

"You are truly the complete opposite of the gentle, honest, and hypocritical facade your father put on."

A cold, feminine voice suddenly rang out from the rear of the family coalition.

Accompanied by this voice, the family heads retreated to the sides with extreme respect, clearing a path.

A woman shrouded in a wide black robe, wearing a mask on her face,

Floated over like a ghost.

"Oh?"

Su Chen narrowed his eyes and scanned the woman with his divine sense.

Thirteenth Stage, Transcendence Realm strength.

As expected.

If there wasn't a Transcendence Realm expert acting as a devilish protector,

These High Martial Families would never have dared to target him like this.

"You... are the so-called 'True' White Snake Cult leader?"

He scanned the people from the High Martial Families, who dared not speak, with some disdain.

"I really didn't expect that you would choose to cooperate with her..."

"Let me tell you, the juniors of yours who were killed at the Heroic Spirit Contract Ceremony were not killed by me, Su Chen."

"But by... this person in front of you."

"Even so, you still want to cooperate with her?"

"You really are... Ninja Turtles."

The few leading elders of the High Martial Families changed their expressions upon hearing this and sneered.

"Brat, you don't need to think about dividing our camp or confusing the public here."

"If it really was her doing, we will have a good talk with her after we send you to the Yellow Springs."

"But before that, you must die!"

Compared to the series of conditions offered by the Fake White Snake Cult, these old things could still swallow their anger regarding the deaths of a few nephews and nieces.

The Fake White Snake Cult leader's eyes, which were like they had been soaked in poison, stared fixedly at Su Chen.

"Since you are in such a hurry to be reincarnated, I will fulfill your wish today."

"Su Chen, do you still remember your father?"

The Fake Cult leader's voice echoed across the vast ancient battlefield, carrying endless resentment.