As soon as Zhao Wuji appeared, he directly targeted Long Chen, his words full of provocation. Even Ye Zhiqiu couldn't hold back anymore, her eyes flashing coldly—she was enraged.
Long Chen held Ye Zhiqiu's hand, swayed it slightly, and looked at Zhao Wuji indifferently:
"Your mouth is so sharp. After getting slapped hard, you still haven't learned your lesson. Were you a pig in your past life?" Only remember to eat, but not to beat? "
Clap clap clap..."
As Long Chen finished speaking, crisp clapping sounds came from afar. It was Nangong Zuiyue and Beitang Rushuang arriving, and it was Beitang Rushuang who was clapping.
Seeing Beitang Rushang clapping her hands, Zhao Wuji's face darkened. He was not someone from the Changsheng family he could afford to offend.
"Long Chen, just wait. The conference is over, and it's time for us to fight to the death." Zhao Wuji sneered.
Long Chen tilted his head and looked at Zhao Wuji, a bit puzzled: "You keep provoking me, never idle. Is that intentional?" Long
Chen's question was a bit odd, but he trusted Zhao Wuji would understand. Sure enough, a flash of surprise appeared deep in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and Long Chen caught that astonishment.
"Hmph, enjoy your last moments." Zhao Wuji sneered and casually found a seat to sit down.
Long Chen watched Zhao Wuji's back, squinting his eyes, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face.
"What's wrong?" If you're not confident of winning, you can refuse a fight. With me here to protect you, no one will dare touch you. Beitang Rushuang walked up to Long Chen with a cheerful smile.
Long Chen tightly held Ye Zhiqiu's jade hand and said to Beitang Rushuang, "Thank you for your kindness, sister, but as you can see, I am a married man. As I said before, I will return ...."
"Stop, stop immediately, I almost vomit from hearing that. If you keep talking, I'll strangle you." Beitang Rushuang shouted fiercely.
"Hehe, thank you for your kindness, sister. I, Long Chen, am not the type to run away without a fight." Long Chen smiled and said that Beitang Rushuang meant well, but he couldn't accept it.
Long Chen had just fallen into deep thought, which made Beitang Rushuang misunderstand him as timid, which is why she said this.
As they spoke, more and more powerful figures arrived, several more than at the last auction.
However, Long Chen did not see the strong figures of the Ximen family. Among the four great immortal families, only their own prodigy was missing, so he had no idea what was going on.
"The Ximen family has always been at odds with the Dongfang family. It's not surprising that they don't show any respect." Beitang Rushuang saw Long Chen's puzzled expression and explained, "
Not only the Ximen family, but also some ancient sects and powers didn't come either.
Either they want to get involved in the dispute, or their disciples haven't fully reached that level yet. Rather than being outmatched, it's better not to come. Soon
, Fairy Dan arrived. After she arrived, she only glanced briefly at Long Chen and said nothing more.
After Dan Xianzi arrived, Kunpengzi, Tian Xiezi, Huang Feiyan, Shi Lingfeng, and others also came one after another. Among the crowd, Long Chen also saw the mysterious Dongming Jade.
Dongming Yu had always been covered by a wide cloak over her petite body, with only her face visible below her nose. She looked strange and mysterious. She seemed to have never said a word before coming here.
And wherever she sits, the surroundings must be empty, making her appear withdrawn and cold.
Because no one wants to sit next to a killer, especially with their back to her, as it gives the feeling that life could be harvested at any moment.
Ziyan also arrived. She sat quietly in the seat next to Long Chen, gave him a gentle smile, and said she wouldn't come over to join the fun, since there was no room left beside him.
By noon, everyone had arrived. Dongfang Yuyang, dressed in white, appeared before everyone.
Dressed in white as snow and graceful as a jade tree, Dongfang Yuyang gives off a very comfortable feeling.
"Thank you all for honoring us with your presence and attending the Ancient and Modern Heroes Gathering organized by our Eastern Family. In fact, this Gathering of Heroes is not some martial arts tournament, nor is it a battle for fame and fortune.
The purpose of the Ancient and Modern Heroes Gathering is to help us find a way to coexist peacefully and share resources.
Everyone knows that the great era does not belong only to us, but also to the world beyond the Tianwu Continent, and even more so to our enemies.
We are getting stronger, and so are they. At this point, we can't keep fighting among ourselves—infighting will only drain the vitality of the Tianwu Continent.
We should unite and face the outside world as one. If we cannot temporarily cast aside our resentment and only indulge in vengeance, the Tianwu Continent will be severely weakened. How will we withstand the arrival of great darkness in the future?
It doesn't matter if we die, but what about our loved ones? What about the billions of beings on the Tianwu Continent? At that time, we will become criminals of history. Perhaps, the Tianwu Continent will have no history at all. Dongfang Yuyang's voice was low and heavy, making it feel extremely oppressive.
But what he said was not wrong. After a great era, a great dark age would follow. If one is not prepared, the price will be painful.
"For now, let's set aside our grudges and cooperate together. That's fine, but one person must die." Tian Xiezi was the first to speak.
His gaze was sinister, cold and sinister. Although he didn't look at Long Chen, his meaning was already clear.
"He's right, this person is still alive, and we can't work together." Kunpengzi spoke up as well. His voice was calm, without a trace of emotion, yet full of affirmation.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Huang Feiyan's mouth as she turned to look at Long Chen. Long Chen's expression was calm, but Ye Lingshan's expression beside him changed. Ye Zhiqiu's eyes turned cold, clearly angry.
"People who don't know their place and stir up trouble everywhere shouldn't be alive in this world. Just kill them early, no need to make things difficult for everyone." Shi Lingfeng sneered.
For a moment, many powerful figures turned to look at Long Chen, their eyes full of hostility, as if they absolutely disliked him.
"Everyone, listen to me. What you're doing is completely contrary to the purpose of the Ancient and Modern Heroes Gathering..." Dongfang Yuyang said hurriedly.
"Brother Dongfang, we respect your character and the contributions the Dongfang family has made to the Tianwu Continent, but there are some principled issues we cannot compromise on.
First, Long Chen has terrible character and makes enemies everywhere. Any team with someone like him is like a troublemaker—no one wants to work with him.
Second, this person's background is extremely mysterious. From an ordinary person, he has climbed step by step to where he is today, relying entirely on killing and bloodshed to suppress him. To reach this point, this is clearly the power of the legendary Heaven-Setter..."
Zhao Wuji suddenly stepped forward, looking coldly at Long Chen and speaking.
When the name of the Heaven-Setter was mentioned, all the powerful beings present couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts—he was a taboo-like existence.
Heaven Seavers make a living by killing, taking the lives of the strong, absorbing others' Heavenly Dao fortune, and even taking part of their cultivation. They are the most terrifying existences.
A mocking look appeared on Zhao Wuji's face as he looked at Long Chen and continued, "Although you've disguised yourself well, no one has been able to catch your sore spot.
But your cultivation method has an unknown origin, no one knows it, no foundation at all, yet you can still soar aheadGoing straight up is simply beyond logic.
Most importantly, it's not just you—even your Dragonblood Legion rose with you, and one person ascends to heaven. How do you explain that? "
You..."
Ye Lingshan was furious and stood up abruptly. This Zhao Wuji really knows how to bring up old grievances. He was going to bring up events from years ago, and now he was trying to retell them—clearly targeting Long Chen on purpose.
Long Chen grabbed Ye Lingshan and gestured to Zhao Wuji, "Keep up your performance." "
Performance?" Haha, it's really funny. With so many suspicious points about you, who would want to be with you?
You only said two things earlier, and you can't sit still anymore? Let me tell you, it's still early. There's a third point, and the most important one.
That means you colluded with the Primordial Demon Clan. Do you think you did it flawlessly? That's a huge mistake. "
Whoosh"
Zhao Wuji waved his hand, and a dozen figures appeared instantly. However, all of them were already unconscious. Long Chen's expression remained unchanged when he saw them, but his heart raced wildly.
These were all disciples of the Primordial Demon Clan. Long Chen was most aware of the fluctuations on them, but he couldn't show them.
The appearance of those disciples of the Primordial Demon Clan shocked all the strong ones present. They looked at the disciples, then at Long Chen.
"Long Chen, caught red-handed, what else do you have to say?" Zhao Wuji looked at Long Chen with a lofty and confident attitude as he sneered.
"Are you sure your head isn't filled with crap? If you just bring a few people out, it's a red-caught case. So standing here, we're about the same height. I said, 'I'm your dad, is that okay?' Long Chen said calmly.
Although Long Chen's expression was calm, his heart was filled with anxiety. How did these disciples of the Primordial Demon Clan fall into his hands?
You have to know, Long Chen started forcing the disciples of the Primordial Demon Clan to withdraw from the continent long ago. How could anyone still fall into their hands?
"You..."
Zhao Wuji was so angry he was momentarily speechless. Suddenly, he waved his hand, grabbing a disciple of the Primordial Demon Clan with one hand, and slapped the back of that disciple's head. The disciple slowly regained consciousness.
"Tell me, who is he?" Zhao Wuji shouted loudly, his voice imbued with soul power—he intended to use soul power to suppress the disciple of the Primordial Demon Clan.
The disciple woke up, glanced around at the crowd, and suddenly started cursing at Zhao Wuji. But his curses were so loud that no one could understand them.
"Pfft!"
Zhao Wuji punched the disciple of the Primordial Demon Clan in the chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Let me ask you, do you know him? If you want to talk about the Tianwu Continent, who is he? Tell me quickly." Zhao Wuji shouted sternly.
The disciple of the Primordial Demon Clan glanced at Long Chen, a mocking expression appearing on his face as he said, "He's your father, hahahaha..."
"Courting death"
"Pfft."
Zhao Wuji was furious. With a large hand, he forcibly tore off one arm of the Primordial Demon Clan disciple, while the other hand grabbed his neck.
Long Chen was furious. He absolutely could not stand by and watch the disciples of the First Demon Clan be killed. Just as Long Chen was about to act, a chill ran through his heart. The disciple of the First Demon Clan opened his mouth and shouted a name:
"Mishihavia!"