Lu Mingyuan's words caused the gazes of many representatives from the smaller nations, as well as Qi Cultivators and Martial Artists, to fall upon him. Their eyes held a mixture of fear, awe, and even fervor.
That's right—fervor.
Among the many people present, some forces and Cultivators had already seared Lu Mingyuan's performance into their minds. They saw him as a role model for all Martial Artists in the world, filled with immense admiration for the power he had displayed today.
If a person with no power and no accomplishments dared to make such outrageous claims, it would be nothing but arrogance and ignorance.
But if they could back it up, it was dominance and confidence.
In their eyes, the Lu Mingyuan of today was clearly the latter.
They were all intensely curious to see how Lu Mingyuan would settle accounts with the Six Kingdoms.
Li Muwan gazed at Lu Mingyuan, who stood atop a boulder on the valley's peak about ten meters away. She frowned and said in a low voice,
