Long Chen completely ignored the pressure of his strange phenomenon and slapped him across the face. That ordinary feeling was like beating a disobedient child.
Han Zijun was dizzy from Long Chen's slap. Seeing the strange looks from those people, he roared angrily, and a long sword appeared in his hand, just as he raised it.
"Smack!"
Long Chen moved and slapped him across the face again, spinning dozens of times on the spot like a spinning top.
"You still dare to use weapons against me?" You're quite bold. "
Smack!"
Long Chen slapped him again, this time with a backhand. Han Zijun immediately spun in the opposite direction, his whole body twisting into a twisted braid. At the same time, bloodied teeth shot out like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.
"Long Chen, what are you doing?"
The leading elder among the Divine Clan's maternal relatives finally couldn't hold back and shouted loudly.
"Old ghost, shut up. If you still want those old teeth, then close your butt a bit." Long Chen shot the old man a cold glance and sneered.
While Long Chen was speaking, Han Zijun finally steadied himself. The phenomenon behind him expanded, spiritual blood was activated, and the divine light of his long sword erupted. With a single sword piercing the void, the void roared and exploded, slashing toward Long Chen with a sword strike.
Xia Yunchong was terrified. If he let this sword strike down, not only would the entire Yuntian Platform collapse, but the entire imperial capital of Great Xia might also be razed to the ground.
"Kneel!"
Long Chen stood with his hands behind his back, ignoring his sword strike, coldly staring at Han Zijun's ferocious face.
Under Long Chen's gaze, Han Zijun felt as if he had fallen into a hellish asura for a moment, his whole body cold. It was a feeling of impending death, and his senses told him he was about to die.
"Whoosh!"
That sword was hovering above Long Chen's head, not daring to strike, while his hand holding the long sword trembled continuously.
Everyone was stunned. Long Chen stood with his hands behind his back, instantly intimidating Han Zijun. If that sword striked, wouldn't Long Chen die? Playing with your own life—this is just crazy.
Xia Youluo looked at Long Chen's proud and solitary figure. He exuded an innate domineering aura. Thinking back to how they once walked side by side with her to the Wine God Palace, even crying and throwing tantrums on him, Xia Youluo felt a flood of emotions, as if a lifetime had passed.
Ever since Long Chen saved her from that suicide attempt, she had matured and was no longer the willful, mischievous girl. But after maturing, she no longer had any reason to act spoiled or spoiled with Long Chen. Perhaps this is the price of growing up.
"Kneel, don't make me say it a third time." Long Chen stared coldly into Han Zijun's eyes and shouted in a chilling voice.
"You..."
Han Zijun was both shocked and furious. Long Chen actually made him kneel. If he did, where would his dignity be?
But Long Chen's eyes were like the gaze of death; his life was within a single thought of Long Chen.
"If I want to kill you, even the gods can't protect you. I'll give you three breaths—kneel or die. It's up to you." Long Chen snorted coldly.
He knew Han Zijun was struggling in pain, and he had already sensed Long Chen's killing intent.
He was waiting for the rescue of the powerful relatives of the Divine Clan, but Long Chen was determined to kill him. This man had previously been arrogant, despicable, and shameless, deliberately forcing Xia Yunchong to kneel. Long Chen was using his own methods to counter his own life.
Aren't you arrogant? I'll show you what arrogance means. If he doesn't kneel today, even if all the imperial relatives of the Divine Clan come into action, he will kill them. If the Divine Clan relatives don't care about their disgrace, then I'll take them all out. I won't indulge their faults.
It's only the third step of the Tongming Realm, yet Long Chen doesn't take him seriously. As long as Long Chen makes a move, none of them will be able to escape alone.
"Alright, I admit I lost."
Han Zijun actually knelt before Long Chen with a thud, his sword stuck in the ground, his whole body trembling—whether from fear or anger, it was hard to tell.
For a moment, the entire Yuntian Platform fell into a deathly silence. People stared in disbelief that Han Zijun, who had just been arrogant, was now actually kneeling before Long Chen.
"Long Chen, you're an outsider, yet you deliberately interfered in the Four Nations conflict and disrupted their order. We came to witness it, but you acted forcefully. Where do you leave our Divine Clan?" Han Zijun knelt down, and the elder of the Divine Clan's maternal relatives roared angrily.
"Are you an idiot? How am I an outsider? If you're not blind, take a good look—what is this?" As Long Chen spoke, he revealed a waist token.
On the front of the badge, the words "General Long Chen, Protector of the Nation and Mighty Greatness" were boldly written. Long Chen secretly felt hopeful—thank goodness he hadn't given it to that person, or there would have been no evidence.
Although Long Chen had once served as a reception envoy, and people from the Great Xia Empire could testify for him, in the end, there was never a direct physical testimony.
When he saw the waist token, the elder relative of the Divine Clan's maternal relatives immediately turned pale. Long Chen actually held an official position in the Great Xia Empire, so he truly had a legitimate reason to intervene.
Seeing the old man remain silent, Long Chen bent down and looked at Han Zijun, whose face was filled with unwillingness, anger, and fear. He reached out and patted his cheek, saying, "
Kid, don't feel wronged. Think about how aggressive you were before—I'm already being polite."
Actually, you were lucky. Just now, you recklessly charged in and didn't kill a single person from Daxia. Otherwise, you wouldn't even have the right to kneel. Your head would have been held by me as a sacrifice to honor the dead.
They are merely artificial awakened Heavenly Beings with spiritual blood; the phenomenon is not yet a celestial soul phenomenon. Their foundations are weak, their realms unstable, and even experts lack spiritual sense. Killing you is actually as easy as killing a chicken.
If you really fought by strength, Xia Yunchong could kill two of you at once. You're just a seemingly strong, overweight figure.
Trading a kneel for a life—you've already made a huge gain. At this moment, you shouldn't be angry, but rather relieved, secretly happy for no reason, right? Long
Chen slapped Han Zijun's face as if teaching a disobedient little rascal a lesson. His tone was both surprising and amusing to him, and at the same time, filled with deep respect for Long Chen.
Long Chen was too strong—so powerful that a single word could subdue them without fighting. This wasn't a trick, but rather his strength that made Han Zijun afraid to resist.
Long Chen stopped patting Han Zijun's face and instead tapped his head, saying, "You're just a pitiful being used. But I have something to say—your head is so big, remember it clearly."
If you want to live longer, don't waste time, because one careless move and your life could be lost.
This time, you were lucky, but no one can live by luck forever, remember? "
Got it."
Han Zijun's face went numb from the slap, his head felt like stars were flying from the tapping. He was completely intimidated by Long Chen's domineering attitude, his mouth swollen and his teeth gone, and he mumbled these three words.
His life was in Long Chen's hands; whatever Long Chen said, he believed it. Most importantly, some of Long Chen's words struck a chord with him.
He was originally a fallen prince of the ancient Han kingdom. Although he was very talented, he was nowhere near superior to the Three Gentlemen of Dahan back then.
Recently, someone had activated his spiritual blood using a secret technique, and his cultivation had improved. But this was ultimately due to external power, not his own hard training. He looked strong on the outside, but his actual combat power was not formidable.
So he refused to fight Xia Yunchong head-on, even putting on a look of disdain—in truth, he was afraid he wouldn't win.
His secrets had been almost completely exposed by Long Chen, and his life was in Long Chen's hands. His heart was already shattered, not daring to utter a single word. From a fierce bad wolf with fangs and claws into an honest little rabbit.
Watching Long Chen remind him of a father scolding his son, taming the arrogant Han Zijun to his command, people couldn't help but sigh, 'Evil people will be beaten by evildoers.'
"Get lost," Long Chen said coldly.
Han Zijun immediately acted like a condemned prisoner whose crime had been pardoned, hurriedly bowing to Long Chen before slinking behind the powerful relatives of the Divine Clan.
"Long Chen... the elder relative of the Divine Clan looked at Long Chen with a dark expression.
"Long Chen is someone you can call out to me?" You don't want a single tooth of yours anymore? If you want to call him General Long, or Master Long, if it weren't for your age, I would've slapped you long ago. Long Chen shook his head, squinting his eyes as he looked the old man up and down, speaking with disdain.
"You ..." The old man was furious. He was a relative of the Divine Clan. Although not truly from the Divine Clan, wherever they went, any cultivator who met them would show utmost respect. No one had ever dared to humiliate them like this.
With his status, he still had to call someone else 'Third Master'? This is simply outrageous.
"What do you mean, you?" Let's not beat around the edge. You came here and did something dirty—don't you know what you're doing?
I, Long Chen, will make this clear today. If anyone has designs on the Great Xia Empire, don't blame me for turning against them. Let me tell you, when I lose my temper, I'm scared myself.
So, you'd better not mess with me. No one can get a finger on this small territory of the Great Xia Empire, or I'll make it hard for him for the rest of his life. Long Chen said with a dark expression.
This matter is already very clear: it was the Divine Clan's imperial relatives who deliberately supported Han Zijun. Among these people, only Han Zijun was likely from the ancient Han Kingdom; the rest of the powerful figures were all disguised as Divine Clan relatives.
From the fact that that person was killed by Xia Youluo, it was clear that if only the disciples of the ancient Han Kingdom had died, their people wouldn't have gotten angry and acted.
They were supporting Han Zijun as a puppet, secretly using force to conquer the other three kingdoms. As for their true intentions, Long Chen didn't know and didn't want to get involved.
Long Chen wanted to warn them not to provoke him. The Great Xia Empire had done Long Chen a favor. If anyone dared to touch Great Xia, Long Chen would turn against him and make them pay in blood—even if you were of the Divine Clan.
"Long Chen, you're way too arrogant." The old man was so angry that his whole body trembled.
"That's arrogant?"
Long Chen sneered, suddenly a black long blade appeared in his hand, and a cold gleam flashed in the void.
"Pfft"
Among the divine clan's imperial relatives, an elder who had once attacked Xia Youluo was sliced in two by Long Chen with a single strike, killing his primordial spirit along with it.
"Then what is this?"
Long Chen lazily slung the Dragonbone Evil Moon onto his shoulder and smiled slightly at the old man.