"Shadowless Sword Sect?"
When she saw the group's clothing, Feng Xinyue couldn't help but frown, recognizing their identities.
"Judging by the tone, it doesn't seem very friendly to us!" Long Chen said.
There was little surprise in the old man's voice, but rather a hint of schadenfreude.
"The Shadowless Sword Sect once clashed with the Wind God Sea Pavilion. Back then, the Wind God Sea Pavilion was just as weak as it is now.
As a result, they were bullied by the Shadowless Sword Sect right at their doorstep, and only by the main pavilion did they drive them away.
In that battle, the Shadowless Sword Sect has always been proud of it, spreading rumors everywhere that they had defeated the Wind God Sea Pavilion." Feng Xinyue said.
"Huh? Who are you? Why isn't He Qingliu leading the team? "Could he be dead?" The sharp-faced, monkey-faced elder looked toward the Wind God Sea Pavilion. Seeing that only Feng Xinyue was leading the team, he replied sarcastically.
Without Feng Xinyue saying a word, Long Chen stepped forward and shouted, "Oh my god, you look like a monkey and carry a sword on your back. Look at your sword, it's practically dragging to the ground.
Which monkey show in the theater didn't keep an eye on you, and you managed to get out? Stop messing around, hurry back, or you'll get beaten up if you're late."
The old man, about five feet tall, carried a long sword about six feet long on his back. Even with his back slung sideways, the tip of the scabbard was close to the ground. Plus, he looked like a monkey, wearing a loose robe that looked quite comical. Even with Feng Xinyue's composure, Long Chen almost couldn't help but laugh at these words.
When it comes to harming people, there are very few in the world stronger than Long Chen. This guy is too ruthless, directly targeting others' vital spots.
"Kid, you're courting death!"
As soon as the old man reached the crowd, Long Chen scolded him fiercely. Furious, he gritted his teeth, eyes wide open, and with a single step, his figure vanished instantly.
The moment he disappeared, the prodigies from the Wind God Sea Pavilion cried out in shock—this old man had vanished from their perception. They had never seen such terrifying movement techniques.
"Looking for your damn girl."
"Smack."
As soon as the old man disappeared, Long Chen struck the void with a large hand. With a loud explosion, the void shattered, and the old man's figure appeared—Long Chen's slap landed squarely on his face.
"Boom!"
With a loud explosion, the old man was sent flying far away by Long Chen's slap. The experts of the Shadowless Sword Sect cried out in shock:
"Ancestor!"
They dared not imagine that their ancestor had failed in his attack, He was actually slapped by a young disciple.
The experts from the Wind God Sea Pavilion were also startled. Long Chen had only struck casually, without even showing any bloodline fluctuation, and had already sent the old man flying.
Seeing Long Chen's strike, even Feng Xinyue was moved. The old man was a terrifying expert; Long Chen was no match for him. She was already preparing to act, yet Long Chen casually pardoned him.
Long Chen's strike was effortless, without a trace of anger, looking so effortless and effortless. The slap flowed like clouds and water, a delight to behold.
"So fast."
Long Chen stared at his hand in shock. That strike just now had only been a slap with an instinctively swing of his hand, without any time to think, not even having time to apply strength.
This meant that the old man's speed was too fast. If it weren't for instinct, Long Chen would have already fallen into his hands.
Others might think Long Chen cursed first before pulling out a slap, but in reality, it was the opposite. Long Chen hit first and then added that line. The old man's attack seemed to disrupt the power of space-time.
"Smack!"
The old man was slapped across the face, his eyes instantly blood-red, like a bloodthirsty beast. His large hand gripped the sword hilt, and a fierce killing intent locked onto Long Chen in an instant.
However, the moment his killing intent locked onto Long Chen, a fierce murderous intent also locked onto him.
The chilling chill made his soul tremble violently, and then he saw Yue Zifeng beside Long Chen, holding a long sword, his body slightly bent like a leopard pouncing on prey, his eyes icy cold.
"Old man, as long as you dare to draw your sword, I, Long Chen, guarantee that today, not a single person here will leave alive. Do you believe me?" Long Chen said coldly.
"Long Chen?"
When Long Chen revealed his name, the old man's pupils suddenly contracted: "The one who slew the silver-haired Long Chen who left the sky behind?"
Long Chen was stunned. His slaying of the silver-haired Void was an extremely secret matter; even within Brahma Pill Valley, only a few people probably knew about it.
They would never reveal such a secret. How did this guy know about it?
Long Chen stood with his hands behind his back, staring at him coldly without saying a word. At that moment, the entire venue fell into dead silence, both sides locked in tension, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.
Finally, the old man slowly released his grip. At this moment, Yue Zifeng also released his sword hilt. Yue Zifeng's face was somewhat pale. This old man was unremarkable, but his strength was terrifying. He had locked onto him with sword intent, which was extremely difficult and also greatly drained his spirit. It was the first time he had encountered such a formidable opponent.
But Long Chen could also tell that the old man, under Yue Zifeng's sword intent, was not at ease. His forehead was glowing, and fine beads of sweat had already appeared.
Even without Feng Xinyue, he wouldn't dare to act, because if he tried to deal with Long Chen, he would inevitably face Yue Zifeng's thunderous strike, and he wasn't confident he could dodge it.
If he were to deal with Yue Zifeng, then under the guidance of his aura, Long Chen would surely take advantage of the gap and deliver a fatal blow.
If he didn't know Long Chen's identity, he might have dared to attack Yue Zifeng, but now, he didn't dare.
"Long Chen, right? Are you using the power of the Wind God Sea Pavilion to protect yourself? I'm telling you, it's useless.
The Brahma Heaven Pill Valley has already issued a kill order for you. The Son of Brahma has been awakened. If you dare to enter the Heavenly Vein Profound Realm, that will be your grave." The old man said coldly.
"You'd better go back and pull your own millstone! That's not something you should care about." Long Chen said disdainfully.
"A monkey isn't a millstone, a donkey is!" Yue Zifeng corrected him.
"You..."
The old man was trembling with anger, his nostrils practically smoking. In all his endless years, he had never suffered such humiliation.
"What do you mean, you? If you don't want to die, get out; if you do, just say so." Long Chen said impatiently.
"This is too much. We're going to fight them to the death."
The prodigies of the Shadowless Sword Sect finally couldn't hold back and roared angrily. Long Chen's arrogance had made them utterly enraged.
However, the old man waved his hand to stop them, coldly staring at Feng Xinyue and saying:
"I don't know what your Wind God Sea Pavilion is up to, but I can tell you, our Shadowless Sword Sect has already allied with the Lingtian Divine Sword Sect. Let's settle our grudges together in the Tianmai Profound Realm, hahaha..."
"Ha, your ass!"
"Smack!"
Just as the old man laughed wildly at the sky, completely unguarded, Long Chen dodged forward, swung his large hand in a circle, and struck the old man's face hard.