"Whew."
Long Chen entered the arena. This time, he couldn't launch a direct attack because at the center of the arena was a light barrier splitting the arena in two. This was to prevent anyone from attacking, and the previous shortcuts no longer worked.
Opposite Long Chen was a man dressed in a black robe, only his eyes visible, dressed in a tight suit.
As soon as the man appeared, Luo Bing and the others exclaimed in shock:
"A powerhouse from the Blood Kill Hall."
They knew they would definitely encounter the Blood Slaughter Hall's strong warriors here. After all, the Blood Slaughter Hall participated in the martial arts tournament every year, and the hall had branches here, receiving many rewards every year.
According to everyone's guesses, the Blood Killing Hall was also one of the beneficiaries of the Jiuzhou Conference and must hate them to the core. However, they hadn't expected to run into each other so soon.
"In a one-on-one situation, Long Chen might be at a disadvantage." Luo Xue couldn't help but say with some concern.
Because the arena of the martial arts tournament is supported by formations, all the elements of heaven and earth are present, allowing people to fully unleash their abilities.
Assassins excel at stealth and hunting, and when they do so, the arena rapidly expands, freeing them from the arena's restrictions.
"Don't worry, the boss has a sharp tongue—he eats anything except losing out. The clown from the Blood Kill Hall isn't worth a laugh at." Qin Feng shook his head. He was full of confidence and anticipation toward Long Chen.
"Unfortunately, the opponent is too weak." Qin Feng sighed. This was the first time since ascending to the Immortal Realm that he had seen Long Chen take action, and his heart was filled with anticipation.
But the opponent turned out to be people from the Blood Slaughter Hall, which made him feel a bit disappointed.
Seeing Qin Feng's disdainful expression, everyone was speechless. This guy was a bit too arrogant, but Qin Feng definitely had the right to be so arrogant.
"Long Chen, if you have any last words, you can leave them as soon as possible. This is the end of your martial arts tournament, and also the end of your life." The man across from him spoke. Although his mouth was covered, his voice was extremely clear.
Long Chen glanced sideways at the man, his face full of disdain as he said, "People wearing split pants on their faces, don't talk. I'm afraid you'll spill some poop." "
"You ..."
The man opposite was furious. The experts of the Blood Killing Hall rarely showed their true faces; almost all were masked.
They claimed to be soul-stealing messengers in the night. Wearing masks for too long and showing their true faces made them feel insecure, so no matter the occasion, they liked masks.
Over time, they regarded masking as an extremely sacred act, but Long Chen directly mocked them for not daring to show their true faces, which instantly made him extremely angry.
"Ignorant trash, you desecrate the God of Killing. The great God of Death will punish you. Even if you die, your soul will fall into endless hell, forever lost." The assassin shouted angrily.
Bai Shishi and the others were stunned, exchanging glances, all showing suspicion on their faces:
"Is he really a terrifying assassin from the Blood Kill Hall?" Luo Ning couldn't help but say in disbelief.
The assassin is wise and calm, treating life as worthless, indifferent to others' lives, and indifferent to his own. It seems that in this world, apart from killing, there is nothing worth pursuing.
So the assassins were almost all calm yet numb butchers, yet someone could make them furious—it was simply unbelievable.
"The assassins of the Blood Kill Hall have extremely firm faith in their God of Slaughter, and only loyal assassins are cultivated.
So, the stronger a person is, the more devout their faith in the God of Slaughter becomes. The boss's mockery of his attire is a sign of disdain for the God of Slaughter, which is why he is furious.
With such anger, my mind was in chaos. Not to mention the boss—even I could handle him.
It's just that I don't have the boss's skills. With a single sentence, I can hit the opponent's psychological weakness and make them fly into a rage. Qin Feng explained to everyone.
On the Tianwu Continent, they had dealt with the Blood Slaughter Hall many times. The goddesses of the Blood Slaughter Hall had become one of Long Chen's close confidantes. Everything about the Blood Slaughter Hall was no secret to them.
Suddenly, Bai Shishi felt something strange behind her. She turned to look back and saw a small group of people waving their hands on the outer viewing platform, seemingly shouting.
But the distance was too far. Whether they shouted or not, Bai Shishi saw some familiar faces.
"Our cheering and shouting team is here." A smile appeared on Bai Shishi's face. Luo Bing, Luo Ning, Mu Qingyun, and the others also turned to look. Sure enough, as they looked out with all their might, they vaguely saw Zhong Ling, Zhong Xiu, and the others, frantically waving their hands.
That small group of people numbered tens of thousands; anyone from Lingxiao Academy who could afford to buy tickets had come.
Because this year's Jiuzhou Conference featured experts like Bai Shishi, Long Chen, and Young Master Changchuan. They were all full of anticipation, willing to spend everything they had to come and watch the battle, just to witness Long Chen and the others achieve great results firsthand.
Standing inside the arena, Long Chen also sensed something unusual behind him. Seeing Luo Bing and the others waving at him, he turned around and saw them pointing toward the outer viewing platform. Following that direction, Long Chen also saw tens of thousands of disciples wearing Lingxiao Academy uniforms, including Zhong Ling and Zhong Xiu.
Long Chen smiled, somewhat moved. These people had paid for the Jiuzhou Conference themselves. Many people in Luomen and Xiaoyao Sect were not well-off; many had borrowed money to come here, but in reality, they were here specifically for Long Chen.
Long Chen waved to them: "You will witness me ascend to the championship throne with your own eyes." "
As soon as Long Chen spoke, the disciples of Lingxiao Academy in the outer spectator seats erupted in excitement. Long Chen saw them vaguely, but they saw him clearly. His voice reached their ears, filling them with joy and excitement, making them feel that everything was worthwhile.
Long Chen waved to the disciples of the academy on the outskirts, seemingly unaware that the arena had already entered its countdown, and the light screen in the center of the arena instantly vanished.
And at the very moment the light screen vanished, the body of that Blood Slaughter Hall expert also vanished.
"Long Chen, be careful!" Luo Bing couldn't help but cry out in surprise, but after reminding him, he remembered that the sound here couldn't reach the arena.
Long Chen suddenly tilted his head, and at that moment, a dagger appeared out of thin air, piercing through the void. If Long Chen had dodged even a little slower, the dagger would have pierced the back of his head—a perilous situation.
"Smack"
Long Chen dodged the strike without looking back, casually slapping his back with his palm. As the void trembled, a loud explosion sounded as the head of a Blood Slaughter Hall expert appeared in the void. Long Chen slapped him across the face.
With that explosion, the Blood Kill Hall expert was sent flying, scattering fragments in the void. Each piece fluttered as he slapped his face cover, revealing an ordinary yet shocked face.
"Wow, this look is way too casual. Are there any open-crotch pants?" Hurry up and cover it! If not, I'll lend you my underwear—no, I can give it to you too. Long Chen kindly reminded him.
"Those who desecrate gods and slayer shall die!"
The Blood Kill Hall expert flew into a rage, suddenly forming a hand seal with one hand. The entire arena went dark in an instant, the scenery shifted, and Long Chen was instantly found in a shadowy jungle.