The inner disciple had been kicked in the face, leaving clear footprints. The powerful figures present looked at each other for a moment, not knowing what to say.
"I really didn't expect your face to be so big, two inches longer than the soles of my shoes." Long Chen looked at the man in surprise and said.
The person who was kicked had a burning pain on his face, unable to open his eyes. Hearing Long Chen's words, he was so furious he felt like his lungs would explode.
He forced his eyes open, and suddenly drew his sword. A sharp sword aura shot like lightning, aiming straight for Long Chen's forehead.
The attacks were fierce and precise. At such a distance, the angle of the attack was perfectly accurate. The inner disciples' skills were indeed extraordinary.
"Whoosh." However,
with this sword strike, Long Chen tilted his head slightly, but was easily dodged and posed no threat to him.
Although the disciple was furious, he didn't dare to unleash his full power, fearing that if he accidentally injured the Wind God Stone, that would be something he couldn't bear.
In fact, the Wind God Stone was unnecessary—let alone him, even if Long Chen struck with all his might, he couldn't harm it. His worries were completely unnecessary; it was just that none of them knew about it.
"If you've got guts, come down and fight me." The man roared in anger.
"Why fight you? I'm here looking for my Wan'er, not to fight you out of boredom. Long Chen crossed his legs at the edge of the Wind God Stone, speaking contentedly.
His position was very high, allowing him to see far away, even glimpsing the faintly visible Wind God Sea Pavilion in the distant sky.
Long Chen paid no mind to the man's insults and provocations below. He gazed into the distance, seeing countless figures speeding toward them, but he couldn't sense that familiar presence.
More and more powerful figures arrived. Under the Wind God Stone, hundreds of thousands of experts had gathered, many of whom were inner sect disciples.
They looked at Long Chen—some curious, some angry, some pointing fingers, and some cursing loudly.
All of this proved that Long Chen's choice was right. If he hadn't come here, who knows how many people would have been knocked to the ground. If someone had a foul mouth, it could have been fatal.
More and more powerful figures gathered below, but Qingxi never appeared, and Tang Wan'er was nowhere to be seen. This made Long Chen grow anxious, because the powerful figures here were becoming increasingly irritable, and the more they cursed, the harsher they got.
To avoid causing trouble, Long Chen simply closed his six senses, closed his eyes in meditation, and waited quietly—this was the only thing he could do now.
The disciples present saw this scene and began to discuss privately, speculating about the origin of this man in black.
"What? His name is Long Chen?"
Someone remembered Qingxi's greeting to Long Chen before leaving. Now, hearing it out loud startled countless powerful figures present.
"Impossible? The Long Chen mentioned by Fairy Wan'er is exceptionally gifted and unmatched in combat power. He fought from the mortal realm to the immortal realm, and among peers, there was never a match.
This guy's aura isn't strong, and he's only at the Saint King level. Although he looks pretty good and his clothes match, I still feel like he's not the Long Chen Fairy Wan'er mentioned. When
they learned that the black-robed man before them was Long Chen, they immediately began to discuss among themselves. Those who had been scolding were startled, and some exchanged glances as they flew toward Long Chen from all directions.
"Buzz buzz buzz...
Suddenly, they struck, and more than a dozen wind blades slashed toward Long Chen like lightning. This almost sneak attack drew countless gasps of shock.
"Boom boom boom...
As the wind blades approached Long Chen, a purple divine light appeared before him, and the blades shattered into a cloud of dust.
"This ..."
The crowd exclaimed in surprise. Those dozen or so were all inner sect disciples, powerful and formidable. Although their attacks were just probing attacks, their power was still formidable. Even after more than a dozen attacks, they couldn't even break through Long Chen's protective energy.
The dozen or so people were shocked. They simultaneously drew their long swords, wind power swirling along the swords as they lunged at Long Chen.
"Buzz buzz buzz... The
sharp longsword pierced Long Chen's purple blood energy, carving out small pits.
"What?"
Seeing the grape-sized pits, everyone was shocked. Their long swords were all wind-type divine weapons, incredibly sharp, yet still couldn't withstand Long Chen's protective energy.
"Could it be that he really is the Long Chen that Fairy Wan'er mentioned?" Someone exclaimed, and at this moment, they began to doubt Long Chen's identity.
"Rumble..."
At that moment, the dozen or so disciples gritted their teeth and directly summoned the Destiny Roulette. Their aura instantly increased dozens of times. Long Chen's protective energy trembled slightly, and he was affected and slowly opened his eyes.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, Long Chen's purple blood power erupted violently, rapidly expanding outward with a thunderous explosion. More than a dozen sharp swords were snapped in an instant, blood sprayed wildly, and everyone was sent flying far away.
"I don't like people pointing weapons at me. It's best not to let this happen a second time, or I might kill you all." Long Chen's voice was icy cold, sending chills down one's spine.
He shut down his six senses again, not wanting anyone to disturb him, and set up a protective barrier of purple blood. Although the power of purple blood wasn't as fierce and domineering as dragon blood power, it was extremely resilient and highly tolerant, and wouldn't counterattack automatically.
If Long Chen used the Seven-Colored Supreme Blood and Dragon Blood to set up a barrier, then at the moment they attacked, the two bloodlines would automatically erupt, and these people would be instantly shaken into a mist of blood.
Long Chen injured them by shocking them, which was a lesson. Since they knew they were no match for anyone else but still used weapons to attack, it was basically a desperate test on the edge of death.
"Are you Long Chen?" Someone asked loudly.
Long Chen didn't answer him, nor did he need to. Whether to answer or not was meaningless—he was just waiting for Tang Wan'er.
"He's Long Chen, Wan'er's beloved. Don't do anything reckless." At that moment, an anxious voice rang out. Long Chen saw Qingxi leading a large group of people rushing over.
The people Qingxi brought were all female disciples, numbering in the thousands, making a considerable presence.
Long Chen looked at their attire—most were outer sect disciples, but there were also hundreds of inner sect disciples. Their arrival moved everyone present.
Because beneath the collars of those inner disciples, there was a character "Wan" (Graceful), a unique pattern of the Divine Maiden's followers. This "Wan" character was the symbol of the Divine Maiden Tang Wan'er's followers.
Even the followers of the goddess had come, which meant that this man in black must be the nearly perfect man Tang Wan'er mentioned—Long Chen.
"Long Chen, right? How dare you cause trouble at my Wind God Sea Pavilion? Today, let me weigh your strength. At
that moment, a voice exploded like thunder, shaking heaven and earth. Qingxi and the others turned pale at the sound. They looked at Long Chen and shouted loudly:
"Senior Brother Long Chen, watch out!"
Above Long Chen's head, the void twisted. A giant hand tore through the void and struck fiercely toward him. As the hand appeared, all the disciples present felt suffocated. Under the violent pressure, they felt as if their bones were about to be crushed.