Long Chen had almost never used the Flame of Burning Void—not because he couldn't, but because when he did, Long Chen could feel the power of cause and effect.
The more he used the Flame of Flame of Flame, the higher the chance the Yanxu lineage would come after him. If it were a powerhouse of the same level, Long Chen wouldn't be afraid. But the key was that if a silver-haired entity of the Void Void level appeared to kill him, no matter how strong Long Chen was, he would have to swallow his grudge.
Therefore, Long Chen rarely used it, but in his rage, he unleashed the Flame of Flame of Void. The black flames destroyed the pavilion master's primordial spirit, and at that very moment, all his memories were read by Long Chen.
The primal power of the Flame of Flame of Burning Void is devouring; it can devour all flames in heaven and earth, as well as endless laws and memories. For it, this is a piece of cake.
When the flames of Yanxu consumed the old man's memories, Long Chen instantly understood the entire sequence of events—everything was just as he had expected.
The eight deputy pavilion masters and the three divine wind elders were all involved in this matter. Their original plan was to delay the arrival of the Hidden Dragon Legion, giving the divine sons and goddesses ample time to set traps.
Originally, they planned to mobilize dozens of nearby tribes to attack the Hidden Dragon Legion, using the Reverse Wind Stone to temporarily disable the nameplate.
When the Hidden Dragon Legion could no longer withstand these monsters, they could only retreat. Once they exited the Reverse Wind Stone's range of ability, they would immediately flee back to the Wind God Sea Pavilion, thus being eliminated.
But their thinking changed when they were conveyed to these divine sons and daughters. They became even bolder, having them set up a very small circle above where the Hidden Dragon Legion could easily escape, then teleport them back.
As a result, they set up a massive circle, and because Tang Wan'er and the others changed their position, they also changed their strategy, directly triggering the top demons of the Evil Wind Blood Demon Lair.
They had mobilized the strongest demons and set up such a huge circle, clearly intending to wipe out the Hidden Dragon Legion, leaving no survivors.
After learning the whole story, Long Chen's face darkened. He coldly looked at the high-ranking officials in the square. They had not yet recovered from the shock of the pavilion master's death, and Long Chen's sharp gaze made their souls tremble.
At that moment, it was as if they met the eyes of death, feeling as if their souls were being stripped out of their bodies, chills running through their bodies, and their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
"Wan'er, go ahead and kill. They all know about this plan and are involved in it. You still have the time it takes to burn an incense stick." Long Chen shouted loudly.
The soul power erupted, and a scene appeared in the void. In that image, the elder and the senior officials handed over items such as the Wind Stone and the Invisibility Cloak to Qian Renxue and the others.
When they saw this scene, the entire Wind God Sea Pavilion erupted in an uproar. You have to know, the Divine Rank Ranking Tournament uses the Wind Fixing Pearl to project into every corner of the Wind God Sea Pavilion, and everyone can see it.
People could hardly believe their eyes. Among the eight vice pavilion masters, three were actually involved in such despicable acts. Not to mention the foreign disciples—even the local powerhouses were filled with righteous indignation. This was simply inhuman.
When they saw that scene, Tang Wan'er and all the female warriors of the Hidden Dragon Legion instantly understood the whole story. Their anger flared even more, and they killed even more fiercely.
"Pfft"
Tang Wan'er severed the head of a divine child with a single sword strike, and her shoulder was pierced through by the divine child's dying strike.
At this moment, Tang Wan'er was covered in blood—some from enemies, some from herself. Yet she felt nothing about her own injuries; her mind was filled with thoughts of revenge.
A group of filthy people had killed her sisters. If not for Long Chen, all of them would have died on the battlefield of evil blood.
Watching the people around them being cut down one by one, these divine sons were terrified. They dared not attack or run, so they could only take a defensive stance and maintain their formation to avoid being defeated one by one.
But they were all lofty divine sons and goddesses who never joined forces with others, so they couldn't form any effective formations. Any flaw exposed would result in Tang Wan'er's killing.
Of the sixteen divine sons and daughters, only eleven remained. At this moment, each of them was terrified, their eyes filled with fear.
"Tang Wan'er, listen to me. This is all orders from above, and we have no choice... Ah... a goddess finally couldn't withstand the pressure and begged for mercy.
"Pfft"
As she begged for mercy, Tang Wan'er showed no mercy, severing half of her head with a single sword strike. The terrifying force of the wind instantly shattered her soul, and another goddess died.
"Ancestor, save me... The
goddess died, becoming the last straw that broke everyone. Suddenly, everyone scattered in all directions. Although they knew this would make them die faster, they no longer dared to face Tang Wan'er's blood-red eyes. Someone began calling for help.
"Hang in there! There's still one incense stick's time left, and the battlefield will disappear." A deputy pavilion master shouted loudly.
They had already initiated the revocation, but while the battlefield was easy to initiate, revocation was extremely difficult, so they could only wait.
Watching Tang Wan'er slaughter without restraint, the Hidden Dragon Legion acted like executioners, relentlessly hunting down their disciples. The higher-ups were both shocked and furious.
"Elder Feng, are you really going to let them kill each other?" A deputy pavilion master finally couldn't hold back and shouted at Feng Xinyue.
However, Feng Xinyue didn't even glance at him and said calmly, "Whoever caused the trouble will take the fall. I think if all of you rush in together, maybe we can stop this battle. The key is whether you all have the courage to do it." "
You..."
Everyone was at a loss for words. Long Chen smashed half of the vice pavilion master's body with a single palm strike. It was a direct confrontation, with no shortcuts. In front of Long Chen, the vice pavilion master had no strength to fight back.
These vice pavilion masters, Elder Shenfeng, had strong cultivation, but their ability to reach this level was entirely due to talent, resources, and combat ability—pitifully weak.
They were just a bunch of paper tigers, looking terrifying, but once they entered the battlefield, their cultivation was suppressed even more. Even the strength of the Eighth Heaven, or even the Fifth Heaven demons, might not be able to defeat them.
If their pressure couldn't suppress the opponent, it meant they were almost certain to lose. Their cultivation levels were the same, and their actual combat strength was about the same. Seeing the deputy pavilion master beaten to death by Long Chen, how could they dare to go in?
"Tang Wan'er, since you won't give us a way out, then let's all die together."
At this moment, Bu Qingyan's face was twisted like a demon, charging straight at the Hidden Dragon Legion. She knew she might not survive today, and before dying, she had to drag a few people down with her.
"Pfft!"
A sharp sword pierced Bu Qingyan's back from behind, his chest bursting out. The immense force struck her body and carved a large hole in her body.
"You ugly earth jar, who would want to die with you?"
Then Bu Qingyan heard Long Chen's chilling voice.