Although the other descendants and disciples were confused, seeing Lu Zhen not acting, they also didn't move, as they already considered Lu Zhen as their leader.
Lu Yuan tightened his fist, naturally seeing that the man came from Lu Zhen's shadows, but he, too, didn't move.
"You can do whatever you want, Lu Zhen, but soon you will be dead as well," he sneered in his mind.
The fat-bellied man sat patiently, and nobody came to stop him, which made the crowd's eyes widen in disbelief.
"He must be working for the Lu family," some of the smart ones thought of these possibilities; however, most of the people couldn't resist the urge of gambling as they stormed the betting stall.
Seeing this, Lu Zhen's smile widened internally; however, he still maintained a serious expression outwardly.
Soon, a flock of birds could be seen in the sky, slowly travelling to the coliseum and emitting a terrifying aura.
