The void trembled, and countless figures appeared above. As soon as they appeared, their vast imperial might surged forth, sweeping across the heavens like a tsunami.
The eight leading figures included men and women. Upon seeing these eight, Long Chen's pupils contracted: The Nine Meridian Human Emperor.
All eight of them were Nine-Meridian Human Emperors, and their auras were countless times stronger than Chu He's. As Nine Vein Human Emperors, Chu He was like an ant before them.
It was the first time Long Chen had seen such a terrifying Nine-Meridian Human Emperor, whose aura rivaled those Silver-winged Heavenly Demons he had subdued.
"These eight are the eight deputy pavilion masters of the Wind God Sea Pavilion." Tang Wan'er secretly transmitted to Long Chen:
"The three behind them are three of the Four Great Divine Wind Elders, but my master did not come."
Feng Xinyue ranked among the Divine Wind Elders, second only to the eight deputy pavilion masters. Today was the day her disciple went to battle, yet she hadn't come.
Behind the Divine Wind Elders were also high-ranking members of the Wind God Sea Pavilion, numbering in the thousands, showing that the Wind God Sea Pavilion places great importance on the ranking competition.
"Qingyan, what's wrong with you? In such an important occasion, how can one act recklessly and act recklessly? The general has a sword but cannot cut the flying sky; you are becoming more and more disappointing. "Among the eight deputy pavilion masters, a middle-aged woman shouted sternly.
Hearing the woman's words, Long Chen couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. This woman had come up without asking questions and was siding with her—this was way too biased.
"Qingyan?" This smoke is quite strong. Long
Chen shook his head, pouted, and muttered quietly, "You little rascal, you want to play, huh?" I'll just keep you company.
Although it was a whisper, because the scene was so quiet, Long Chen's words reached everyone present without missing a word.
When the young disciples heard Long Chen's words, they bit their lip tightly, afraid of laughing out loud. Some even bit their lips until they bled, and only then did they hold back their laughter.
"You ..."
The short, stout woman's surname was Bu, named Bu Qingyan. The name sounded quite nice, but with just one teasing remark, people immediately felt that she didn't match the name at all. Bu Qingyan gritted her teeth in anger, wishing she could tear Long Chen apart alive.
"How dare you! Do you have the right to speak here?" As soon as Long Chen interrupted, the woman immediately flew into a rage.
"This woman is an elder of the Bu Qingyan family. Long Chen, you need to be careful." Tang Wan'er transmitted to Long Chen.
Only then did Long Chen suddenly understand. No wonder this woman had spoken to her from the start, deliberately humiliating him—turns out they were family.
"Tang Wan'er, what are you muttering about? All the deputy pavilion masters are here, and you're whispering privately—how is that kind of decorum? Didn't your master teach you the basic etiquette of being a disciple? An elder shouted coldly.
"I know I was wrong." Tang Wan'er looked aggrieved, but still bowed and said.
"Forget it. A child raised in the wilderness doesn't know so many manners. It's best not to let it happen again." Another Divine Wind Elder said calmly.
"You're quite talented, but you're too immature. But it's not your fault. If anyone is to blame, it's your master for not raising you well." The last Divine Wind Elder was an old woman with a cold expression, and she added a sentence.
When she heard the old woman insult her master, Tang Wan'er gritted her teeth and said, "My master is the best master in the world. My mistakes are my faults, and they have nothing to do with my master." As
soon as Tang Wan'er spoke, the three Shenfeng elders' faces darkened, and the old woman shouted coldly, "Still dare talk back?" Truly ungrateful.
We remember you are still a child, so we kindly teach you so you don't go astray. Not only do you not appreciate it, you even harbor resentment—utterly foolish. Tang
Wan'er was trembling with anger, tears welling up in her eyes, but she held them back, refusing to let them fall. In this way, she showed her defiance.
While they were criticizing Tang Wan'er, Long Chen's gaze swept over the entire room. He noticed that the eight deputy pavilion masters, the three great Divine Wind elders, and countless senior officials all treated Tang Wan'er coldly, their eyes filled with deep disgust.
Hearing them sanctimoniously criticize Tang Wan'er, Long Chenfei was about to explode with anger. He stepped forward, shielding Tang Wan'er behind him, and looked at the old woman, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of his mouth as he said,
"Put away your fake kindness. You're getting older, don't be so vicious. Leave some blessings for your descendants."
Long Chen confronted the old woman, and all the experts present were shocked. They stared at him in disbelief—was this guy trying to die?
"How dare you!"
she shouted angrily, her violent imperial might and Ling Tian will pressing down on Long Chen. Tang Wan'er, standing beside Long Chen, let out a muffled groan, nearly coughing up blood from the pressure.
The Hidden Dragon warriors behind them were crushed by the terrifying imperial aura, their bones cracking all over, excruciating pain. They felt as if their bones were about to be crushed.
Their willpowers were also under intense suppression; if they knelt down, that overwhelming will would vanish in an instant.
But now, they are no longer the hidden dragon warriors they once were. After enduring trials of blood and fire, life and death, they have long since been transformed.
Even when facing the oppressive pressure of the Nine-Meridian Human Emperor, they would never yield; they would rather die standing than live on their knees.
They were only facing the aftershock of the old woman's imperial might, while Long Chen bore most of the force alone. Facing her overwhelming imperial might and willpower, Long Chen stood firm like a mountain, steady as a rock.
At that moment, all the powerful beings present were shocked. They hadn't expected that Long Chen, a mere Human Saint, could withstand the pressure of the Nine Veins Human Emperor. How could that be possible?
Long Chen looked at the shocked old woman, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of his mouth:
"You're old, burying the earth up to the base of your neck. Put away your pitiful pressure and stop embarrassing yourself. Hurry up and find a graveyard."
Long Chen's voice was calm, without the slightest tremor or sign of strain, because what he feared least was pressure.
Long Chen's physical body was strong; even when facing the pressure of the Nine-Meridian Human Emperor, he could not be injured. This pressure was often the crushing of will and soul. Long Chen's greatest strength lay in his will and soul. The pressure of this woman was clearly insufficient.
Hearing Long Chen's voice, everyone was shocked again. Long Chen had resisted the pressure of the Nine-Meridian Human Emperor, acting as if nothing had happened.
"Protected by treasures?" And you dare to be so brazen? Today, I'll teach you a lesson, you ignorant child. The old woman shouted angrily, stepped forward from the crowd, and charged straight at Long Chen.
The old woman was about to attack Long Chen, but none of the eight deputy pavilion masters, the two Shenfeng elders, or any senior officials present stopped her; they all watched coldly.
Seeing the old woman approach, a chilling murderous intent flashed in Long Chen's eyes. He slowly stretched out both hands, just about to form hand seals and summon all the Silver-winged Heavenly Demons when suddenly a voice rang out:
"Want to teach him a lesson?" I'm afraid even if you cultivate ten more lifetimes, you still won't have the right to do so. When
she heard that voice, Tang Wan'er exclaimed in surprise, "Master!" "