Chapter 5182 Uncontrollable Wrath
The voice that rang out made even Yu Qingxuan’s expression darken with rage. They all felt great respect for Bai Letian, but this person had actually called him by name instead of his title. This was intolerable.
However, what puzzled Bai Shishi and the others was how quickly Long Chen seemed to calm down. He remarked indifferently, “It looks like they plan to use this opportunity to settle things with us once and for all.”
It was clear that they had been looking for an excuse to drive Bai Letian and his group away. Now that Long Chen had made his move and started killing, they had the pretext they needed.
“Dean Long Chen, let’s go. You are the main character of this play, and how you perform is entirely up to you,” Bai Letian said with a smile as he slowly stood up.
“Are you saying I can handle this however I wish?” Long Chen asked, his tone filled with subtle meaning.
“But of course. The first academy was reclaimed by you. Even if you personally destroyed it, it would be up to you. In the worst case, I would simply return to the head academy and become a long-distance dean again. Hehe, that would be much more relaxing for me,” chuckled Bai Letian.
Bai Shishi and Yu Qingxuan jumped in fright upon hearing that. If they let things go according to Long Chen’s character, he could really flatten the entire High Firmament Academy.
“Fine, then. Leave it to me. We’ll let nature take its course and let fortune decide who lives and dies,” Long Chen declared, his anger burning fiercely.
Thinking of how the new dean had repaid kindness with enmity, treating Bai Letian and the others like this, Long Chen was seething with rage. The Brahma Pill Valley was eyeing them, but they actually had an internal war going on.
If they let the first branch academy keep acting like this, it wouldn’t be long before they completely fractured. Long Chen still had many things to do. He had to go to the Dragon Domain and then enter the Endless Desolation in search of the violet blood race and his mother.
Things were coming one after another, giving him no time to breathe. Most importantly, he didn’t have time to perfect the Nine Star Hegemon Body Art. His patience was wearing thin, and he had no time for further nonsense.
Those idiots always caused the deaths of innocent people, so Long Chen would bring down his butcher blade to settle this trouble. He really didn’t have enough time to waste on this.
“Is the Dragonblood Legion present?” shouted Long Chen suddenly.
BOOM!
In response to him, powerful pillars of Blood Qi soared into the sky. After that, everyone from the Dragonblood Legion appeared before him.
Guo Ran, Xia Chen, Gu Yang, Li Qi, Song Mingyuan, Yue Zifeng, and the others all looked at Long Chen with fiery eyes. Their bond was clear—no words were necessary between them.
At this moment, the disciples that had come with him to the Sovereign Emperor Heaven also appeared. The Starry River Sect’s disciples were now wearing robes of the High Firmament Academy, but with an additional starry river mark emblazoned on their chests.
All of them felt their blood heating up into a fiery inferno. They knew that they were about to witness history.
“Brothers, I’m sorry for coming back late. Today, let us reclaim our dignity. We will repay the humiliation that we’ve suffered by ten times!” shouted Long Chen.
“Repay the humiliation by ten times!”
Thinking of how they had been treated, they roared with killing intent, their roars shaking the land.
“Move out!”
Long Chen waved his hand, and just like that, he led everyone back to the heart of the High Firmament Academy.
“Boss, should we inform the palace master? The old fellow called Lu Chengkong is a Human Emperor, and his two vice deans are half-step Emperors,” whispered Guo Ran.
Lu Chengkong was only afraid of the palace master, and that was why Guo Ran felt that they needed the palace master with them.
“There’s no need. Boss can handle it,” Yue Zifeng said with confidence. His gaze towards Long Chen was filled with unwavering faith.
“Boss can handle it?” Guo Ran was shocked.
Long Chen looked at Yue Zifeng. Yue Zifeng’s aura was always growing sharper, and his gaze was just as sharp as a sword. He felt like Yue Zifeng could see through him.
Yue Zifeng had truly grown stronger. Amongst everyone, only he could see Long Chen’s true power. He knew what would happen once Lu Chengkong and Long Chen fought.
Long Chen and Bai Letian walked at the front. Behind them was the Dragonblood Legion, and then the rest of the disciples, emitting powerful auras like unsheathed swords.
As they approached the core area, they encountered a gate marked with a stone stele that read: “Non-native disciples are forbidden entry.”
“Courting death!”
The sight of this inscription infuriated everyone. They hadn’t expected such blatant discrimination. Gu Yang furiously kicked the stone stele, smashing it into the gate, causing debris to scatter.
“Bai Letian, what do you think you’re doing?! This is a revolt!” A furious roar rang out from the other side of the gate.
Without hesitation, Long Chen extended his hand. The void quivered, and a three-vein Heaven Saint appeared in his grip.
Long Chen directly slapped him eighteen times. After Long Chen was done, the Heaven Saint’s face was as fat as a pig’s, his red skin shining. Seeing his appearance, everyone hastily backed up, afraid that they would get splattered when his face suddenly exploded.
“Do you think you can just call out the name of our great dean without consequence?” Long Chen barked, kicking the man aside.
Long Chen walked through the gate and saw an enormous palace up ahead. It was a new construction, with divine light flowing on top of it.
An army of tens of millions stood in front of the palace, staring at them coldly. Some of them were holding weapons, looking like they would attack at any moment.
The elder Long Chen had slapped was being supported by a group of disciples. Everyone was silent.
These experts stared at Long Chen and the others. The amassed force included four nine-vein Heaven Saints, sixteen eight-vein Heaven Saints, and hundreds of three-vein to seven-vein Heaven Saints, alongside millions of lesser-ranked Heaven Saints.
As for Heavenly Chosens and half-step Heavenly Chosens, their number was incalculable. Their gazes were filled with malice, as if they wanted to kill Long Chen and the others with just their eyes.
A narrow path led up to the palace, lined up with these formidable figures. Seeing this scene, Long Chen sneered. This was a clear show of might.
“Anyone still holding a weapon after I count to three will be killed!” Long Chen declared.
“One!”
His voice echoed with an authority that made many of the onlookers’ expressions change in fear.