The old man laughed arrogantly, completely unprepared for Long Chen. With such a huge opening, how could Long Chen let the opportunity slip by?
On his right hand, purple energy rose, stars filled the sky, and people couldn't see Long Chen's figure—only a flash of light, and the old man was slapped hard across the face by Long Chen.
With a loud crash, blood splattered as Long Chen smashed the old man's jaw. With a miserable scream, he was sent flying.
This slap was different from the last, because everyone's eyes were focused on the old man, and they saw it clearly.
When they saw the old man's jaw being slapped open, everyone instantly snapped to attention. That slap was too bloody and violent.
"Remember, from now on, don't laugh arrogantly when you see Master Long, got it?" Long Chen landed a successful strike and said calmly.
Long Chen stood with his hands behind his back. Though his expression was calm, he was secretly shocked. He couldn't discern the old man's strength. Although only at the Divine Emperor level, the pressure on Long Chen was immense, far surpassing that of ordinary Divine Emperor experts.
So Long Chen showed no mercy with this slap—let's see if he could kill him with one blow.
But this time, Long Chen miscalculated. The slap that should have been aimed at his temple was actually dodged and landed on his chin.
Although the slap shattered his chin, Long Chen's large hand was still stinging painfully, as if struck by an iron hammer.
His entire arm even felt a stabbing pain, as if billions of steel needles were piercing in, rapidly spreading in all directions. Long Chen had no choice but to quickly use the power of chaotic space to suppress it.
Although Long Chen's slap didn't kill him, it revealed his true nature—he was an absolutely terrifying existence.
A sword cultivator, with a weak body, could withstand a single slap from him without dying—his strength was truly astonishing.
"Too much bullying! Kill!"
Seeing the elder sent flying by Long Chen's slap, the disciples of the Shadowless Sword Sect were instantly ignited. More than a dozen disciples rushed forward, wielding swords to attack Long Chen.
Seeing them charge out, a smile appeared at the corner of Long Chen's mouth, while Yue Zifeng's large hand once again reached for the long sword behind his back.
"Death!"
At that moment, a furious roar rang out, and a sword aura sliced through the sky. In that instant, Long Chen felt his entire soul tremble, and the aura of death instantly enveloped him.
"Boom!"
A jade hand that covered blood through frost appeared before everyone, instantly shattering the sword energy by that hand.
"Puff puff puff...
At the moment the sword energy was crushed, the heads of the dozen or so disciples shot skyward and were severed by the sword.
The sword energy had clearly slashed at the necks of more than a dozen disciples first, then in front of Long Chen and the others, but the dozen disciples showed no reaction and continued charging forward.
When the sword energy was crushed, the disciples' heads flew off. Everything looked so strange and illogical.
The sword energy shattered, and everyone's tense souls suddenly relaxed. The terrifying threat of death gradually faded away, but the fear in people's hearts lingered for a long time.
When that sword aura struck, the oppressive feeling of death made people desperate and powerless to resist. In that instant, they even felt the scythe of death slicing across their necks, and they could even feel its coldness and blood.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, Feng Xinyue intervened, but people noticed that Long Chen and Yue Zifeng stood at the very front, their expressions calm, not even moving an eyelid.
Everyone had narrowly escaped death, and some couldn't help but tremble. Seeing the two like this, they couldn't help but feel both admiration and shame.
Feng Xinyue stood before Long Chen, her long dress fluttering, black hair flying, and her star-like eyes coldly staring ahead.
"Without my orders, you act rashly. Damn it!" The elder's jaw shattered by Long Chen's slap was sheathed with his long sword, and the sound of his soul was like an icy needle piercing everyone's ears and eyes.
At this moment, his jaw was a mangled mess, looking extremely terrifying. Having lost the ability to speak, he could only speak with the power of his soul.
"If you can really pretend, aren't you just trying to see if there's anyone here who can match you?" Seeing the old man pretending to roar angrily, Long Chen said with a look of disdain.
This old man was driven mad by Long Chen's slap. He didn't hold back at all with this sword. On the surface, it was meant to kill those disciples, but in reality, it was a test for Feng Xinyue.
However, while Long Chen wore a mocking expression on the surface, he was secretly alert inside. This man possessed astonishing endurance and, despite his rage, remained calm.
The old man looked at Long Chen, his mouth still bleeding, but he remained unmoved. His eyes were like beasts, making people afraid to meet his gaze.
But Long Chen looked at him and said calmly, "If you have something to say, just say it. If you have something to say, just let it out. Once you're done, get out of here."
The old man said coldly, "I'll remember your two slaps. No wonder you can slay a silver-haired man who is left in the air. I am not wronged.
The green hills remain, and the clear waters flow on. I'll see if, after entering the Tianmai Profound Realm, you can still be so arrogant."
After the old man finished speaking, he waved his hand and actually led the disciples of the Shadowless Sword Sect away.
After watching their departing figures for a long time, Long Chen and Feng Xinyue said in unison,
"This person is quite a figure."
Feng Xinyue was taken aback, then turned to look at Long Chen. She smiled, "You child, how can you speak so old-fashioned?"
Long Chen smiled and said, "Master, you are like a young maiden in her prime. If you can speak up, why can't I?"
Long Chen's flattery was so natural and smooth that even Feng Xinyue couldn't help but laugh.
After laughing, Feng Xinyue said, "This man is extremely patient. Even after being humiliated twice in a row, he has always remained calm. Next time you encounter him, you must take his life, or else you will become a future threat."
Long Chen nodded and said, "Indeed, he first came here arrogantly and overbearingly, deliberately provoking you to probe your secrets.
After I slapped him for the first time, he immediately sensed something was wrong. He already sensed that we were waiting for an opportunity to annihilate them.
Then he moved out of the Lingtian Divine Sword Sect. At that time, all his attention was focused on you, which is why he took my second slap.
In his rage, he used the aura of the disciplinary disciple to lure you into action. Seeing the situation was bad, he immediately left.
He has a clear grasp of the Wind God Sea Pavilion's handling style, always leaving himself room to maneuver and making decisive decisions without a hint of hesitation."
"Master, since you can handle that old man, why don't we just wipe them out directly?" Tang Wan'er couldn't help but interject.
Feng Xinyue and Long Chen smiled faintly, but neither of them explained. Long Chen gave the order to continue their departure.