Standing at a distance, unaffected by the terrifying pressure, people's vision and spiritual sense gradually returned, and they finally saw the two of them clearly.
Beneath the Nine Heavens, the boundless sea of stars and endless black mist surged, splitting heaven and earth in two, clearly divided into two parts.
Long Chen stood above the star sea above his head, stepped on nebulae, his star battle armor fluttering, five star dragon veins rising, his long hair fluttering, like a war god descending from the starry sky, exuding an indescribable wildness and dominance.
Opposite Long Chen, a pair of black wings soared into the sky, piercing into the clouds. Endless black energy poured down from the wings, black divine radiance swirling, and the dark, cold, and deathly aura radiated out. Under the black mist, the world seemed to have turned into hell.
Behind Long Zaiye, five black Heavenly Vein dragon energies converged into a strange black orb of light.
This black light cluster connected the two sky-covering wings from the phenomenon. The black mist falling from the wings caused the void to roar and explode, granting Long Zaiye boundless power.
Stars stretched like a sea, black wings towering to the sky. The power of their domains crushed and collided with each other. Even without making a move, the heavens and earth trembled uncontrollably, with continuous rumbling.
Everyone who saw this scene gasped sharply. Only now did the top experts of the Jiang family understand why Jiang Yue'e, revered as the undefeated God of War, looked so grave when facing Long Zaiye.
Previously, Jiang Yue'e had also revealed that she had no confidence in winning against Long Zaiye, because he was simply too strong.
As the top powerhouses of the Jiang family, they all knew how terrifying Jiang Yue'e was. In their hearts, she was like a god. They absolutely refused to believe that anyone in this world could defeat her among her peers.
But now, seeing those sky-covering wings and sensing that despairing aura, they finally understood why someone as powerful as Jiang Yue'e would say such things.
When Long Zaiye unleashed his full power, the suppression from deep within their souls left them no courage to act.
At this moment, Jiang Yue'e looked at Long Chen, whose body was swirling with stars, her beautiful eyes filled with shock. This time, she had truly misjudged him.
Although it was too early to say who would win, the strength Long Chen displayed was definitely on the same level as she and Long Zaiye.
The two stood like gods, atop the vast mortal world, their domineering aura that looked down on all beings so overwhelming that countless powerful beings almost felt the urge to kneel and worship.
They were too strong—so strong that people could only admire them and not envy them. Even if their lives were taken by them, they couldn't muster any thought of resistance.
"Very good, you've finally shown your full strength. Only by killing you in this state can I feel a faint sense of accomplishment." Long Zaiye spoke up.
After summoning the divine wings, his aura and voice changed, devoid of emotion, as if a demon had awakened, every word and word could awaken the most primal fear in people's hearts.
"Watching your own kin be wiped out—is that what you call the sense of accomplishment? It seems that aside from the Jiang family, the Divine Clan is all a bunch of heartless beasts." Long Chen shook his head.
As soon as Long Chen said this, the powerful figures of the Ye, Long, and Zhao families were instantly furious. Some wanted to curse, but when the words reached their lips, they dared not speak, because under that terrifying pressure, they felt that with just a thought from Long Chen, they could destroy them.
"All the powerful people need only a little strength to save their own kind.
However, they chose to respond coldly, watching helplessly as their own kin were slaughtered.
Are the strongest still holding back their strength to fight for the Jiuli Divine Stele? Tch, to put it bluntly, in your eyes, everyone except yourself is an enemy. Heh, you really are cold-blooded."
Long Chen's words shocked all the powerful figures present, who couldn't help but look toward the four great divine clans.
Of the four great divine clans today, except for the Jiang family, each suffered heavy losses, with nearly half of their strong warriors lost here.
Previously, they thought even the Four Great Divine Clans could not withstand such terrifying pressure. Now they understood that the reason the Three Great Clans suffered such heavy losses was because their top experts refused to intervene.
The powerful figures on the outskirts stared at them in disbelief, unable to understand such behavior. Wasn't they afraid of being punished by their families?
Hearing Long Chen's words, Jiang Yue'e's heart trembled slightly, and she also felt a wave of shame, because Long Chen's incomprehensible behavior was understandable to them.
Because the order given by the family was to compete with all their might for the original runes on the Jiuli Divine Stele.
In the face of primordial runes, everyone's life could be sacrificed. If she could make a difficult choice between her and the Jiuli Divine Stele, it would probably be only Feng Fei in the entire family.
It's not that she's heartless, but when a family grows to a certain extent, they only talk about interests and never feelings, always putting the family's interests first.
Hearing the word "cold-blooded" made Jiang Yue'e's heart tremble. She didn't know when she had become so cold-blooded.
Facing Long Chen's mockery, Long Zaiye sneered, "Childish nonsense. The path of cultivation is inherently a path against fate. The weak only waste resources. It's better to die early and save resources for someone stronger.
Survival of the fittest is the law of the world. Showing compassion to women and pitying the weak leads to a dead end."
After hearing Long Zaiye's words, people suddenly felt it made sense. Their previous indifference to them was no longer so repulsive.
Indeed, every sect and every faction relies on the law of survival of the fittest to survive the weak and maintain its vitality, doesn't it?
Long Chen sneered disdainfully, "What do you mean by weakness? What does it mean to be strong? Who can guarantee that the strong will never be surpassed? Who dares say the weak will always be weak? Just because you can't defy fate and change your fate,
If someone only cares about profit, abandoning emotions, justice, and humanity, no matter how strong they are, they are nothing more than a cold-blooded monster.
Have you ever experienced the kind of trust that comes from entrusting your own back to others? Have you ever felt the moving feeling of being protected with your life? Have you ever defended your faith with your life and blood, feeling that you would never regret it even if it meant being shattered?
Forget it, you're just a cold-blooded beast. Telling you this is like playing music to a cow—you won't understand at all."
Others might not have reacted much when they heard Long Chen's words, but Jiang Yue'e was shaken in her heart.
She possessed extraordinary talent, lived a life of solitary pride, and had extremely high standards. Few people could catch her eye, and so far, apart from Feng Fei, she had no friends.
Back then, from Feng Fei, she heard that under Long Chen, every member of the Dragonblood Legion was a true warrior, deeply bonded with Long Chen, and brothers who shared life and death.
At that moment, Jiang Yue'e almost laughed. This was simply impossible—herds of cattle and sheep, lone beasts roaming. How could a peerless powerhouse share life and death with a group of people?
Isn't this a joke? Feng Fei saw through Jiang Yue'e's intentions at the time, but never brought it up again.
Now, Long Chen's words had stirred up a huge storm in Jiang Yue'e's heart. Could it be that Feng Fei's words were all true?
Suddenly, she remembered that Long Chen had been calm before, until his brother Hongyan was threatened, and he instantly lost his composure.
"No matter what you say, this is the essence of the world. This is the mandate of heaven. You are but an ant, yet you dare to speak arrogantly and recklessly debate the rights and wrongs of destiny?"
"Buzz!"
Long Zaiye had lost patience. His sky-covering wings trembled behind him, his large hand spread, and a black spear appeared in his hand, pointing it at Long Chen from afar.
"Night Demon Spear—Long Zaiye has summoned the strongest divine weapon."
Jiang Yue'e's heart tightened. With the Dark Night Demon Spear unleashed, it marked that Long Zaiye no longer held back.
"Whew."
At the very moment Long Zaiye summoned the Dark Night Demon Spear, a massive dragon bone evil moon appeared in Long Chen's hand. Black flames slowly rose, and a sinister aura that could distort the color of heaven and earth surged.