"Trying to take advantage of a soft target?"
Long Chen looked at Lei Kuang, trembling beneath his feet, a sinister expression appearing on his face. In an instant, he recalled the words he had said when he provoked him, and a deep, cold murderous intent surged uncontrollably.
Lei Kuang launched a surprise attack on Long Chen, knocking him to the ground with a single palm. The entire arena was shocked; no one could clearly see Long Chen's movements, and Lei Kuang was already lying half-dead at Long Chen's feet.
"Is it me who is angry, or is it the inner demons affecting me?"
Watching Lei Kuang twitch uncontrollably at his feet, Long Chen's body trembled. He had a strong urge to kill him. That day, Lei Kuang had told Tang Wan'er to follow him right in front of Long Chen, which had touched Long Chen's sore spot.
Recalling that day, a fierce murderous intent filled Long Chen's heart. He had said that if it was just anger, at most he would beat him up, not kill him.
But now, Long Chen's intense killing intent surged up, and he was struggling to control it. He knew the inner demon was affecting his mind.
"Long Chen, if you dare kill Lei Kuang, I will surely ... you!" a deputy pavilion master roared. Lei Kuang was his most proud descendant, and he could not stand by and watch Lei Kuang be killed.
"Boom!"
Long Chen had been frantically controlling his emotions, but when the old man's threatening words reached his ears, Long Chen kicked Lei Kuang hard. Lei Kuang was struck by Long Chen's violent kick, turning into a mist of blood, his body and soul utterly destroyed.
This kick was completely beyond Long Chen's control; it was the threat of the vice pavilion master, which completely ignited Long Chen's killing intent, leaving him unable to control his emotions any longer.
With a single kick, Lei Kuang was blasted apart. Long Chen's fist cracked loudly. He was about to succeed and was about to suppress his rage, but the old man's threat wiped out all his efforts. Long Chen's hatred surged to the core.
He failed, which meant slipping one step closer into a chasm of loss of control. From then on, it would become increasingly difficult for him to control his emotions.
Long Chen didn't intend to let Lei Kuang go; he just wanted to hand him over to Tang Wan'er to kill. She killed to avenge her sisters, while he killed for a single word's anger. The nature of the two was completely different.
But all of this was destroyed by the old man's threat. Lei Kuang died, but Long Chen's fury burned wildly.
"Why are both the old and the young so foolish?" Long Chen slowly raised his head and looked at the old man in the square, who was stunned and furious because Lei Kuang had been killed.
"I'll kill you."
The old man roared angrily, opened his large hand, and held a nameplate, charging straight toward the battlefield barrier.
"No, once you enter the battlefield, your cultivation will be suppressed—only at the level of an Eight-Vein Emperor." A deputy pavilion master was shocked and hurriedly pulled him back.
"Step aside!"
The old man roared, shaking off the elder's arm and lunging at the barrier. The other deputy pavilion masters saw this and could not stop him. At the same time, they stood up, intentionally or not, standing in front of Feng Xinyue.
Seeing this, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of Feng Xinyue's mouth. They wanted to stop her from entering the barrier to save her, but she remained motionless, showing no intention of making a move.
"Buzz!"
The deputy pavilion master gripped the nameplate and slapped the barrier. The barrier trembled violently, his body instantly passed through it, and the nameplate in his hand vanished into nothingness.
After charging into the barrier, the deputy pavilion master roared angrily, pushing open the phenomenon. The violent imperial aura instantly locked onto Long Chen. His appearance made the entire battlefield tremble, and the overwhelming pressure affected everyone.
"Pavilion Master, kill them quickly! They've gone mad!" a divine son shouted in terror. They were forced to retreat in disgrace by Tang Wan'er, on the verge of being killed at any moment.
Although they were both powerful divine sons and goddesses, they had always grown up caring for each other and never truly faced death. Now, witnessing two divine sons and one goddess killed with their own eyes, they had long been terrified.
Meanwhile, the warriors of the Hidden Dragon Legion were burning with blood, wielding longswords and frantically hunting other disciples. Their blood had already stained the entire battlefield red.
"Die!"
The old man roared, lunging at Long Chen with a palm strike. Runes swirled in his palm, suppressing the heavens and earth. With this strike, he poured all his strength into it.
"Dragon Blood Battle Body—Open!"
Long Chen shouted sharply, the sound of dragon roars echoing through the world. A vast dragon might swept in all directions, violent blood energy surged, and Long Chen struck out with a palm.
"Imperial Blood Seal—Cross God-Annihilation!"
No one expected that Long Chen, facing the Pavilion Master's strike, neither retreat nor evade, nor draw his weapon, would actually meet the attack with a single palm.
"Boom!"
The two palms clashed, and the blood-red cross shattered the Pavilion Master's palm in an instant, smashing half of his body apart. The massive cross still retained its momentum, slamming heavily into the barrier.
"Rumble rumble...
The sturdy barrier roared and exploded under Long Chen's strike, leaving vast cracks. When they saw the cracks, all the powerful beings were horrified. Even the Nine-Vein Human Emperor couldn't shake the barrier.
With a single palm strike, Long Chen actually cracked the barrier. Even Feng Xinyue was moved by the blow; the power of this strike was clearly beyond her expectations.
Even Long Chen himself didn't know when his Cross God Slayer had become so powerful. But now, in the midst of rage, he didn't care about these things at all.
The old man was half shattered by Long Chen's palm, and all his anger was dispersed by Long Chen's strike. At this moment, his face was filled with terror, and without hesitation, he quickly retreated.
Then, just as he was retreating, Long Chen grabbed his hair, yanked it forward, and then his firm knee struck forward like lightning.
With a loud "boom,"
Long Chen's knee slammed hard into the old man's nose. Amid the sound of bones cracking, Long Chen pressed a dent in the old man's face.
"Why ..."
"Boom"
"Why ..."
"Boom"
"Why are you forcing me!"
Long Chen grabbed the old man's white hair and slammed it hard against his own knee. He gritted his teeth, his face twisted with rage, ready to vent all his anger.
"Pfft" However,
on the fourth thrust, the old man's head finally couldn't hold up and was forcefully blown apart by Long Chen.
"Whoosh!"
The old man's head exploded, his primordial spirit breaking free from his body's restraints and surging rapidly. With his physical body gone, escaping was fortunate.
"Buzz." However,
just as his primordial spirit left his physical body, Long Chen opened his large hand, black flames surged, instantly spreading through heaven and earth, devouring the old man's primordial spirit.
"Flame of Flame of Flame?"
When you see that darknessFlames of color. Feng Xinyue was startled—Long Chen had actually mastered the Flame of Flame of Void.
"Ah...
As the flames of Yanxu rose, a violent devouring force enveloped the old man's primordial spirit. The old man's soul was ignited, and he let out a heart-wrenching wail.
"Yanxu Soul Refining!"
Long Chen shouted angrily, the flames of Yanxu rapidly burning.
With a loud explosion, the elder's primordial spirit exploded, turning into a cloud of black smoke.