With that sharp shout, a group of figures appeared. Leading them was a middle-aged man with a square face, a full beard, and a long sword strapped to his back.
As soon as he appeared, everyone—including Long Chen—felt their souls tremble. He was a terrifying sword cultivator.
Not only was he a sword cultivator, but he was also surrounded by chaotic energy—he was a Divine Emperor powerhouse sealed during the Chaos Era.
He didn't display the Divine Emperor's crown, but his aura was countless times stronger than the old hags of the Sea Whale clan, whom Long Chen had killed—they were not even on the same level.
Behind that middle-aged man were countless young disciples carrying long swords, their auras like drawn blades, sending chills down one's spine.
"Ling Tian Sect"
When Long Chen saw this group, his heart sank rapidly, and his gaze grew even sharper.
When this group appeared, the battle stopped instantly. Tang Wan'er led the group back to Feng Xinyue's side.
"Master,"
Tang Wan'er looked a bit nervous as she looked at Feng Xinyue.
"Let's wait and see for now,"
Feng Xinyue comforted.
This group was small, only several hundred thousand people, which was very small compared to other clans.
But their arrival brought immense pressure to countless people, because they were a terrifying group of sword cultivators.
"Long Chen, do you recognize this guy?"
At that moment, the middle-aged man waved his hand, and two disciples carried out a man covered in blood. Upon seeing that figure, Long Chen and all the Dragon Blood warriors felt their heads buzz as they gripped their weapons tightly, their murderous intent twisting the space over a large area.
That person was none other than Yue Zifeng. At this moment, Yue Zifeng's entire body was covered in nails, each with strange runes swirling as they subjected him to torture.
"Creak... Long Chen's
fists clenched so tightly they creaked, veins bulging on his forehead. Black spots flickered in his eyes, killing intent burning relentlessly. Long Chen's body began to tremble uncontrollably from anger.
"Long Chen, calm down. Yue Zifeng's life is in their hands; it's not appropriate to act with violence." Seeing Long Chen's expression, Mo Nian hurriedly sent a voice transmission.
However, at this moment, Mo Nian was also panicking. Although his strength was extraordinary, Yue Zifeng was being threatened, and with a Divine Emperor from the Chaos Era present, they dared not act rashly.
Seeing Long Chen's murderous expression, the middle-aged man seemed quite satisfied and said coldly, "
This guy named Yue Zifeng killed hundreds of thousands of disciples of my Lingtian sect within the Tianmai Profound Realm and was ultimately captured alive. Tell me, how should I deal with him?"
"Draw the path." Long Chen said with a sinister expression.
The middle-aged man seemed to not quite understand what Long Chen meant. In his era, it seemed no one spoke like that. A disciple whispered a few words to him before turning to Long Chen and saying,
"Enough talk. Let him hand over the divine sword fragment and let all grudges be wiped clean."
Upon hearing the Divine Sword Fragment, Long Chen immediately understood. According to his calculations, the fragment had attracted countless sword cultivators and would inevitably cause a bloody storm.
However, based on Long Chen's understanding of Yue Zifeng, there was absolutely no one of his peers who could defeat him. Even if he faced a group attack, Yue Zifeng could still escape unscathed.
But now, he was captured alive, which meant there was something fishy going on. Long Chen looked at the middle-aged man, his gaze sharp as a blade, saying nothing.
"You can rest assured. As one of the Seven Sons of Ling Tian, I, Zuo Yan, will always keep my word." Seeing Long Chen's eyes flicker, the middle-aged man said proudly.
The Seven Sons of Ling Tian are the seven most powerful disciples under the Sword God of Ling Tian, and Zuo Yan is the seventh disciple of the Sword God of Ling Tian.