Mishihavia is the god of the primordial demon race, their faith, and the one who was once bestowed the 'demon' mark by the Nine Star heirs.
This name can be pronounced in eighteen different syllables within the Primordial Demon Clan, each representing a different meaning—sometimes a secret code, sometimes a prayer. But the syllables he uttered now signified a final farewell.
After the disciple of the Primordial Demon Clan finished speaking, before Zhao Wuji could make any move, his eyes instantly lost focus and the soul power fluctuations vanished.
Not only that, he died. No one knew what secret technique he used, but the souls of the Primordial Demon Clan disciples lying unconscious on the ground rapidly vanished, instantly turning into corpses.
Seeing this, Nangong Zuiyue's beautiful eyes showed a trace of pity. So many people died in an instant, which was deeply painful.
"Bastard!"
Zhao Wuji was furious, his large hand forcefully trying to crush the corpse of the Primordial Demon Clan disciple into dust.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a figure flashed, and everyone felt their vision blur as a large hand slapped Zhao Wuji hard across the face.
With a loud bang, Zhao Wuji was sent flying by a single slap. Needles protected his face, but those stabs were flattened by the slap, causing half of his face to collapse.
Zhao Wuji rolled out all the way. Long Chen's move was so sudden that no one could react.
"How dare you!"
As soon as Long Chen made his move, Shi Lingfeng, sitting in the middle of the crowd, shouted sharply and flew out, throwing a punch at Long Chen.
"Get lost!"
Long Chen roared like a god, his fist covered in white scales as he smashed into Shi Lingfeng's punch.
With a loud explosion, Shi Lingfeng was knocked back dozens of zhang by Long Chen's punch, moving all the powerful figures present.
It should be known that Shi Lingfeng was not flesh and blood; his entire body was condensed from stone essence, terrifying in power and defense. Yet when he caught the divine artifact barehanded, in a head-on fight, Long Chen actually knocked him back with a single punch.
Long Chen slapped Zhao Wuji away, knocked Shi Lingfeng back with a punch, and stood in midair, his long hair flying, his eyes cold and intimidating. At this moment, Long Chen's killing intent was fierce.
"All those peerless prodigies, so-called 'generational supremacies'—in my eyes, you're all trash.
If you're coming after me, Long Chen, just be straightforward and come straight to the point. Why bother with all these roundabout twists?
A gathering of heroes from past and present? What a joke—so much crap mixed in, and yet you call yourself a hero?
So this so-called Heroes' Gathering is just for me, Long Chen—it's a struggle session? Hahaha..."
Long Chen laughed loudly toward the sky, his voice shaking the heavens and making the heavens and earth roar. All the pent-up anger in Long Chen's heart was released with a single laugh.
"Didn't you say you wanted to kill me? Alright, today I, Long Chen, will give you a chance. Whether it's one-on-one, a battle of revolving machines, or a swarm of enemies, I, Long Chen, will keep going. Long Chen sneered, his figure flickering, and he vanished. When he reappeared, he was already outside the castle.
"Zhao Wuji, didn't you say you wanted to execute me? Long Chen is here, come out and fight. Long Chen stood outside the castle and shouted loudly.
"Come out and fight!"
"Come out and fight!"
"Come out and fight!"
"..."
Long Chen's voice echoed through heaven and earth, Like a god's roar, countless echoes rose and fell, echoing through the clouds.
Long Chen was furious. The deaths of those disciples of the Primordial Demon Clan had fueled him with endless murderous intent.
"Long Chen, you bastard, and you say you didn't collude with the Primordial Demon Clan. Otherwise, why would you be so angry?"
Zhao Wuji was sent flying by Long Chen's slap. Just as he steadied himself, he couldn't help but curse loudly.
"Forget it. Your actions not only anger Long Chen but also make us angry. If it weren't for giving Dongfang brother some respect, I, Hu Feng, would be willing to learn your brilliant tricks." Hu Feng, who had been silent all along, said coldly.
Hu Feng had always disliked getting involved in others' disputes, but Zhao Wuji and the others were too aggressive, especially the sight of the disciples of the Primordial Demon Clan dying so brutally, which instantly fueled his anger.
As soon as the heir of the Gambling Heavenly Dao spoke, many people secretly frowned. Could this Hu Feng also be on Long Chen's side?
"Brother Long, please be patient. If there's a problem, everyone can sit down and talk. Violence doesn't always solve the problem." Long Chen suddenly lost control, and the scene spiraled out of control. Dongfang Yuyang shouted anxiously.
"There's nothing to talk about. No matter who it is, as long as you want my life, go ahead and fight.
Zhao Wuji, aren't you going to fight me? If you don't come out and face death, when? Long Chen sneered.
Ye Zhiqiu and Ye Lingshan saw Long Chen leave, and they followed, heading straight for the castle. At the same time, all the powerful figures had left the castle.
"Fine, today I, Zhao Wuji, will kill you, a madman, right before the heroes of the world."
Zhao Wuji laughed wildly and also walked out of the castle.
Outside the castle was a desert. Long Chen stood in the void, his black robe fluttering and whistling.
Zhao Wuji stood directly opposite Long Chen, but at this moment, Zhao Wuji could no longer be seen as before; his entire body was covered in black scales.
Each scale was covered with countless spikes, each spike adorned with barbs, shining brilliantly.
He was like a hedgehog—if anyone bumped into him, not only would they be stabbed to a bloody pulp, but their skin and flesh would be torn apart.
Zhao Wuji's armor had horns on his head and a tail on his back, and he held two crescent-shaped scythes in his hands, exuding a chilling aura.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji was protected entirely by scales, which seemed to grow on his body without a single gap. It looked like a humanoid monster.
"Long Chen, to die under my full state of the Life-Devouring Life-Seizing Armor and the Moon-Slaying Scythe is your best destination."
The blades of the Crescent Scythe in Zhao Wuji's hands rubbed against each other, producing a piercing sound that made one's hair stand on end.
"I wonder if Long Chen can defeat Zhao Wuji. This guy's armor is too vicious; one wrong move and he'll lose his life." Beitang Rushuang said with some concern.
Usually, Long Chen was slick and slick, with a carefree demeanor, but now, murderous intent boiled over, cold light flashing in his eyes like a god of death descending to earth, truly revealing his domineering and domineering side.
However, Beitang Rushuang was a bit worried. If she had real skills, she would never worry about Long Chen. In fact, anyone here could easily defeat Zhao Wuji.
But with this Life-Devouring Life-Seizing Armor, things were different. Countless powerful figures stronger than Zhao Wuji ultimately died at his hands.
This is also why, despite the Mechanism Sect's notorious reputation, it has continued to this day—because their mechanisms are so sinister that people cannot guard against them.
All the strong warriors stared at Long Chen and Zhao Wuji standing in midair, a man hailed as a prodigy of his generation, an enemy of the world, yet still no one could do anything.
The other is notorious and infamous, disgusting countless powerful beings yet afraid to provoke them.
Dan Xianzi quietly watched the figure, her eyes filled with confusion, as if lost in some kind of memory.
"Do you want me to step in and kill Long Chen before Zhao Wuji?" Huang Feiyan stood beside Kunpengzi and whispered.
"You're overthinking it." Kunpengzi looked at Long Chen and said calmly.
Huang Feiyan was taken aback; she didn't understand what Kunpengzi meant by that. She was overthinking it.
"You mean Zhao Wuji won't give it to me?" Huang Feiyan said.
Kunpengzi frowned slightly, did not answer Huang Feiyan, and instead quietly gazed into the void.
Long Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his long hair flying, coldly looking at everyone: "If you want to kill me, Long Chen, then step forward. It's fine to join in. Today, let's all get to know each other." When
Long Chen said this, all the experts present couldn't help but gasp—Long Chen was just too arrogant.
You have to know, the powerful figures here are all supreme beings of their lives. In terms of reputation and status, most are only higher than Long Chen, not lower than him.
Moreover, among the crowd, there was the prince Kunpengzi, and the two divine maidens, Dan Xianzi and Dongming Yu. Any one of them would be enough to kill him, yet he dared to challenge everyone.
"Idiot, make sure you can survive Zhao Wuji's hands first, then we'll talk!" Shi Lingfeng sneered.
Seeing Long Chen still recklessly challenge everyone, Beitang Rushuang couldn't help but sigh. Long Chen was usually extremely cunning, but now he had become so foolish, blocking all his paths.
With such provocation, even if he defeats Zhao Wuji, there will still be strong fighters to intervene. How will he respond then?
If Long Chen hadn't provoked him, and he could have defeated Zhao Wuji, both she and Nangong Zuiyue would have sided with him. That way, there would be room for maneuver in anything. But Long Chen left no way out, which was truly worrying.
"Rushuang, don't worry. Although Long Chen rarely acts seriously, he seems very unreliable.
But you have to believe that he is the most reliable person; he is only most serious when fighting. Seeing Beitang Rushuang sighing repeatedly, Ye Lingshan couldn't help but comfort him. She had spent so much time with Long Chen and knew his character well.
Ye Zhiqiu, standing nearby, didn't say a word; he simply watched Long Chen's figure quietly. His beautiful eyes shimmered with ripples, yet there was not a trace of nervousness.
"Long Chen, you really have no shame. Do you really think you can last a few moves against me?" Zhao Wuji sneered. His face was covered in scales, turning into a ferocious monster. His voice sounded more like the howling of a magical beast—extremely unpleasant.
"You're the one who shamelessly boasts. How many times have you been slapped? Don't you remember yourself?" When you brag like this, doesn't your face hurt? Long Chen looked at Zhao Wuji and said.
Everyone's expressions turned strange. It seemed to be true. The fact that Zhao Wuji was slapped by Long Chen was unbelievable to everyone, and no one knew how he managed to do it.
"Die!"
Having his scars exposed, Zhao Wuji flew into a rage. With a roar, his entire body glowed with scales, and two black scale-like wings spread open on his back. With a tremor of wings, he shot toward Long Chen like a black phantom, mercilessly slashing down with the Crescent Moon Scythe.