"Bang!"
Just as the man reached out, Long Chen's hand pressed down on his face first, gently nudging him. The man immediately fell to the ground, making a loud noise, groaning softly, unable to catch his breath, and passed out unconscious.
"You still dare to fight back?"
These people were furious, as if Long Chen should have been dealt with obediently; resistance was the greatest insult to them. They shouted angrily and surged forward.
"Boom boom boom...
"Ouch..."
"Hold onto grass... "
My arm is broken..."
After a burst of explosions, Everyone lay on the ground, roaring and wailing in pain. Only the woman stood there dumbfounded, staring at Long Chen in shock.
Long Chen was so fast that all she saw was a vast afterimage, and then all the disciples were knocked down by him.
"Not very capable, but quite a temper. A bunch of spoiled fools, remember this: never leave the territory of the Wind God Sea Pavilion at will, or you won't even know how you died." Long Chen shook his head and said.
Perhaps because these disciples of the Wind God Sea Pavilion are all wind element controllers who focus on cultivating soul power, their close combat abilities are ridiculously weak, inferior to those of ordinary sects.
Perhaps because life is too comfortable, or because their actual combat is limited to arena competitions, their moves are flashy but lacking in effectiveness, full of holes. Such disciples can kill a whole group with a single slap in front of Long Chen.
Just as Long Chen had predicted, the disciples of the Wind God Sea Pavilion were all masters of wind power. They weren't skilled in close combat, but once the wind power erupted, its destructive power was truly astonishing.
But no matter how powerful your damage is, once someone gets close, it's all over.
Back then, Qingxi was just like this—after being severely wounded by Cheng Ye's close strike, he instantly lost his fighting ability. These disciples were even much weaker than Qingxi.
"You... Who exactly are you? The woman's voice trembled with fear.
Long Chen couldn't be bothered to respond to her and just walked toward the door. Qingxi could only grit her teeth and follow. At this point, the situation was no longer under her control.
As Long Chen stepped through the gate, a large group of disciples from the Wind God Sea Pavilion appeared ahead, all drawn by the commotion here.
"Senior Brother Long Chen, please bear with it for now. I'll go report to Sister Wan'er right away. Please don't make a big deal out of it." Seeing the hostile expressions of those people, Qingxi immediately sensed trouble. Taking advantage of everyone's attention being drawn to Long Chen, she fled immediately.
"Who are you? Why did you harm a disciple of my Wind God Sea Pavilion? If you don't give me a reason today, you won't be able to leave." As soon as this group arrived, they immediately surrounded Long Chen.
"I never intended to leave. Step aside, I'm here at Fengshen Sea Pavilion—not to waste words with you. I'm here to find my fiancée." Long Chen said.
"Fiancée, who is your fiancée?" Someone asked.
"My fiancée is Tang Wan'er, one of the eight great goddesses of the Wind God Sea Pavilion." Long Chen said proudly.
As soon as Long Chen said this, the disciples present were first shocked, then furious.
"Where did this wild brat come from? How dare you desecrate our Goddess? Are you tired of living?" Someone stepped forward and shouted angrily.
"Let me tell you, luckily I'm in a good mood right now. Otherwise, with the tone you speak like that, you would've been beaten up long ago, you know?" Being called a wild kid, Long Chen immediately felt a bit annoyed.
But Long Chen tried to hold back. First, this was Tang Wan'er's sect, so it was inconvenient for him to act. Besides, he knew that if he got angry and didn't act too hard, he might get into trouble.
These others were merely outer disciples of the Wind God Sea Pavilion. If Long Chen fought them, it would be no different from bullying a bunch of kids—he couldn't afford to lose face in that person.
"You bastard, how dare you look down on me?" The man was furious, shouting angrily as he charged at Long Chen.
"Whoosh."
But just as he made his move, Long Chen's figure vanished in an instant. Everyone was stunned—they hadn't seen how Long Chen had vanished.
They searched left and right, and finally one cried out in surprise. Everyone looked up and saw Long Chen sitting on the Wind God Stone, looking down at them.
Seeing this, the disciples were both shocked and furious. The Wind God Stone was a sacred relic of the Wind God Sea Pavilion, with characters personally written by the Wind God. Long Chen sat down on it, which was a desecration of the Wind God and the greatest provocation to the entire Wind God Sea Pavilion.
"Kid, are you looking for trouble?" If you dare to desecrate the Wind God Stone, even if you die ten thousand times, you cannot atone for your sins. "The disciples of the Wind God Sea Pavilion were all furious.
But despite their anger, they didn't dare rush over to fight Long Chen; they certainly didn't dare to fly onto the Wind God Stone.
Long Chen had come up precisely because of this and wanted some peace and quiet. Seeing them glaring at him but not daring to come forward, Long Chen immediately showed a satisfied smile. From now on, he didn't need to do anything else and just wait for Tang Wan'er to come pick him up.
But what Long Chen didn't know was that his actions violated the taboo of the Wind God Sea Pavilion. Countless disciples glared at him, shouting for him to come down, but how could Long Chen possibly listen to them?
As a result, more and more disciples gathered here, shouting and cursing at Long Chen, but Long Chen didn't even pay them any attention.
This was the main gate of the Wind God Sea Pavilion. Many disciples had passed by, and soon tens of thousands had gathered here. Some were filled with righteous indignation, while others whispered among themselves, speculating about Long Chen's origins.
"Move aside!"
Suddenly, a cold shout rang out. Countless disciples parted. Long Chen looked toward the sound and saw a group of disciples approaching. These people had powerful auras and considerable strength.
The patterns on Qingxi's body were painted with silver thread, while theirs were golden.
"Inner disciple!"
Someone exclaimed, helping Long Chen clear up his doubt. Only then did Long Chen realize that this outfit was the symbol of an inner disciple.
"Kid, get down, or I'll beat you to a pulp today." There were seven inner disciples who had arrived. The leader was a burly man with a stern face that seemed somewhat dignified, pointing at Long Chen and shouting loudly.
"No, if I come down, you'll hit me. I'm afraid I can't beat you." Long Chen put on a very frightened expression and said.
"You ...,"
the disciple shouted angrily, "Come down. I guarantee by my dignity that I will never hit you." "
Tch, you won't do it but let others do it?" I never played this kind of trick when I was young.
Long Chen shook his head and said, "I refuse. You look fierce by nature, your face is full of flesh, and you clearly aren't a faithful man. What you say is not trustworthy." As
soon as Long Chen said this, quite a few people almost burst out laughing, because his face was indeed fierce—no one dared to say it. When Long Chen pointed it out, the surrounding disciples tried hard to hold back their laughter.
The man trembled with rage, then suddenly flickered, leaping across the void to lunge at Long Chen. In his rage, he no longer cared about such rules.
"Oh my god, go away, you shameless bastard."Seeing the man rushing toward him, Long Chen was so startled that he leaned backward, his feet kicking wildly.
"Bang!"
A large shoe sole landed squarely on the man's face, and Long Chen kicked him away with a muffled groan, landing on the ground.
When people saw the large footprint on that man's face, the whole room fell silent.