As the shouting rang out, Long Chen saw the leader of the Qinglong Gang, Zhao Qinglong, the gang leader.
Zhao Qinglong wasn't tall, but he was exceptionally strong. On one side of his face, there was a long scar, and his cheekbone was sunken.
It was said that the scar was left by assassins from the Blood Kill Hall. At that time, the dagger was aimed straight at his forehead, but he dodged it.
Zhao Qinglong, whose appearance was already somewhat fierce, looked even more fierce and terrifying under the scar. His eyes resembled those of a bloodthirsty beast, terrifying anyone who looked at him. His entire body radiated murderous intent, seemingly penetrating deep into his bones, giving off an impression of ruthlessness and ruthlessness, like a beast.
Next to Zhao Qinglong was a tall, slender middle-aged man with a long sword on his back and fairly good features.
This man was Qiu Yang, the second-in-command of the Qinglong Gang, a disciple from Lingxiao Academy and nicknamed the Little Spirit King. Standing next to Zhao Qinglong, this second-in-command seemed much more pleasant to look at.
However, when Long Chen saw the middle-aged man, he recognized this guy—definitely not a good person. On the surface, he looked like a demon or dog, but deep in his eyes, Long Chen could see a nearly twisted soul.
Behind the two were thousands of Qinglong Gang experts, all at the Divine Lord level. It must be said, with such scale, in other regions, they would definitely be a super sect.
Moreover, the people here all carried brutal blood. It was unclear whether they were tainted by the local aura or if they were simply bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty to kill.
Obviously, those fleeing Qinglong Gang members had already used secret techniques to pass the news to the Qinglong Gang, and they knew that Long Chen and the others were from the Outer Domain.
"Bang!"
Qin Feng kicked the Qinglong Gang altar master in the butt, sending him flying and rolling all the way to Zhao Qinglong.
"Your mission is complete. We said as long as you lead the way, we'll spare your life. Now everyone has fulfilled their promise." Long Chen said calmly.
"People from Lingxiao Academy?"
Little Spirit King Qiu Yang narrowed his eyes when he saw Bai Shishi and Bai Xiaole's outfits, a sinister murderous intent deep in his gaze.
"That's right, I am the dean of the Seventh Branch of Lingxiao Academy. I came here today to clean up the sect and take your dog's head.
I prefer simplicity and directness, so what? Will you cut off your own head and bring it to me, or should I do it myself? Bai
Xiaole took out a chair, and Long Chen plopped down on it, crossing his legs and glancing sideways at Little Spirit King Qiu Yang.
"Hahaha... Little
Spirit King Qiu Yang laughed loudly toward the sky, his voice full of mockery, as if he'd heard the biggest joke:
"The Seventh Branch?" Still the director? Are you trying to make me laugh to death? The branch of Lingxiao Academy has long since become history.
The current Lingxiao Academy is already a bystander, ready to wither at any moment, yet you still claim to be the branch director from tens of millions of years ago? Are you an idiot? "
Tens of millions of years?" That long? Long Chen was stunned; he really didn't know that the branch of Lingxiao Academy had been destroyed for tens of millions of years.
"You don't even know a bit of history, yet you pretend to be the dean of Lingxiao Academy?" "This is practically courting death...," Little Spirit King Qiu Yang sneered.
"Smack!"
Just as he sneered, his vision suddenly blurred. Long Chen slapped him hard across the face, then roared:
"Who told you to laugh? I'm the dean, and you have a damn objection?"
Originally, the two sides were less than a hundred zhang apart, in a negotiation posture. No one expected Long Chen, who was sitting in a chair, to suddenly sprang into action.
With a loud bang, Little Spirit King Qiu Yang was slapped hard by Long Chen and sent flying backward like a top.
As blood splattered, a dozen or so teeth could be seen flying out. To the shock of the crowd, Little Spirit King Qiu Yang was sent flying far away. Those standing behind him were knocked away, blood spraying everywhere, bones shattered, tendons shattered, and they looked utterly disheveled.
Everything happened so suddenly—the second-in-command of the Azure Dragon Gang, a dignified Immortal King expert, was actually slapped in public.
Even Zhao Qinglong was startled. Everything happened too fast. By the time he was about to act, Long Chen had already returned to his seat like lightning, as if nothing had happened.
"You..."
Zhao Qinglong was both shocked and furious. At first, he didn't take Long Chen and the others seriously; he was still scheming whether this was a conspiracy by the Dragon Slayer Society.
But as soon as Long Chen made his move, his expression changed instantly. With his cultivation, he hadn't even seen Long Chen's move clearly. If it hadn't been a slap just now, but a blade or a sword, would Qiu Yang still be alive?
Zhao Qinglong was frightened, but he also overestimated Long Chen. Long Chen's slap in the face was almost certain because it lacked killing intent and was certainly not deadly. As long as the distance was sufficient and the attack was fast enough, no one could sense it at all.
But if you use weapons or harness primordial power, guided by your mind, killing intent will inevitably arise. When the opponent's life is threatened, a sense will arise. So, slapping is fine, but killing is not.
But outsiders didn't know. They thought Long Chen could slap people so casually that he could take lives at will. It must be said, Long Chen's move was truly intimidating.
"Pfft!"
Little Spirit King Qiu Yang got up from the ground and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. When people looked at him again, they couldn't help but cry out in surprise.
He saw Little Spirit King Qiu Yang's head smashed flat, with a large handprint stamped on it. It looked shocking, and Long Chen's slap nearly shattered his head.
"I didn't expect a spiritual cultivator's body to be so fragile."
Long Chen himself was stunned. If he'd used a bit more force just now, maybe he could have slapped him to death on the spot.
"Courting death,"
Little Spirit King Qiu Yang gathered his strength to recover from his injuries. His face twisted, his eyes filled with a vicious light. He pressed his hands together in front of his chest, just about to form hand seals.
"Wait,"
Zhao Qinglong stopped him. Zhao Qinglong looked coldly at Long Chen:
"Friend, who exactly are you?" Why target us? Friends are so young, don't let others use them as pawns—you'll regret it later. After
all, Zhao Qinglong was once the head of a sect, not just someone who was brave and ruthless. He felt that Long Chen and the others had arrived too suddenly, and there might be some conspiracy behind this.
Moreover, he could see that Long Chen and the others, so young, dared to venture into the Evil Dragon Domain. Facing so many powerful opponents, they remained calm and composed. The calm and coldness deep in their eyes were not an act.
That was the confidence of a true strongman. That aura was unlike those rookies and rookies, so he had to be cautious and want to ask what was really going on.
"Who are you using as a pawn?" Zhao Qinglong, the more you live, the more useless you become, the more afraid you become of death. Do you really think this young brother came to you because I stirred things up? At
that moment, a sweet and clingy voice rang out. A graceful woman with double hooks stood in midair, looking at Zhao Qinglong with disdain.
Long Chen saw that womanHe smiled faintly. Judging by her outfit, he knew who this woman was.