Chapter 5364 The Cause and Effect
The Yan Xu Flame. Long Chen rarely used it—not because he couldn’t, but because he didn’t want to. He could sense the power of karma every time he invoked it.
The more he utilized the Yan Xu Flame the more likely the Yan Xu lineage could find him. If someone in the same realm came for him, he wouldn’t be afraid. But if the Yan Xu line sent someone like the Silver Hair Void Crusher after him, even if he were a hundred times stronger, it could spell his end.
As a result, Long Chen refrained from using the Yan Xu Flame lightly. However, in his fury, he unleashed it. The black flames obliterated the assistant pavilion master’s Yuan Spirit, and in that instant, Long Chen absorbed his memories.
The Yan Xu Flame’s core power was devouring—it could consume all flames in heaven and earth, devour laws, and even memories. Moreover, this was just a fraction of its terrifying abilities.
When the Yan Xu Flame devoured the elder’s memories, Long Chen instantly grasped the full story. It wasn’t that far off from his assumptions.
The eight assistant pavilion masters and the three Divine Wind Elders had all conspired in this plot. Their original goal was to stall the Hidden Dragon Legion, buying time for the divine sons and daughters to set up a trap. Hence, they altered the Hidden Dragon Legion’s teleportation spot.
The plan had been to use surrounding devil tribes to attack simultaneously and deploy Inverse Wind Stones to disable their opponents’ tablets. The Hidden Dragon Legion would be forced to retreat, and once they were outside the range of the stones, they’d flee back to the Wind God Sea Pavilion, effectively eliminating them from the competition.
However, the divine sons and daughters changed the plan. Instead of a small range the Hidden Dragon Legion could easily escape from, they expanded the Inverse Wind Stones’ coverage over a vast area. Furthermore, Tang Wan-er and the others had also gone in an unexpected direction, provoking the strongest existences within the Fiend Wind Blood Devil race.
Since that was the case, the new goal was no longer to delay or trap, but to annihilate the Hidden Dragon Legion completely.
After Long Chen learned this, his expression sank, and he coldly stared at the higher-ups, who had yet to recover from the death of one of their companions. Long Chen’s icy gaze shook their souls.
They felt like they were staring into the eyes of a death god, and their souls were about to flee from their bodies. They involuntarily shivered.
“Wan-er, kill them all! They all knew the plan and participated in it! You’ve got one incense stick of time,” shouted Long Chen.
As he said this, his Spiritual Strength erupted, projecting a scene in the sky. It showed the elder and other higher-ups handing over the Inverse Wind Stones and invisibility cloaks to Qian Renxue and the others.
In an instant, an uproar exploded within the Wind God Sea Pavilion. After all, this competition was set by the Wind Dominion Pearl, so it was broadcast throughout the entire pavilion. Everyone could see it.
The revelation shocked the audience. The eight assistant pavilion masters and three Divine Wind Elders had plotted something so vile? Even the native experts were outraged, let alone the foreign disciples. This was completely inhumane.
Now understanding the whole truth, Tang Wan-er and the Hidden Dragon warriors were consumed by even greater rage. They started killing with renewed fury.
Tang Wan-er decapitated a divine son, though his sword managed to pierce her shoulder in his dying moments. Covered in blood—some from her enemies, some her own—Tang Wan-er paid no attention to her injuries. Her mind was focused solely on vengeance.
These despicable people had caused the deaths of her sisters. If not for Long Chen, they all would have perished in the Fiend Blood Battlefield.
The divine sons and daughters fell into panic as they were slain one by one. They could only passively defend, trying to maintain a cooperative formation to avoid being picked off.
However, they were such haughty existences that they had never joined forces with everyone. As a result, they couldn’t form an effective formation. Tang Wan-er took advantage of their many openings to attack.
“Tang Wan-er, listen to me! It was the higher-ups who ordered us to do this! We had no choice!” a divine daughter pleaded as Tang Wan-er’s blade came for her.
However, Tang Wan-er showed no mercy. With a single swing, she sliced off half of the divine daughter’s head, and the terrifying wind energy shattered her soul.
The death of this divine daughter became the final straw for these geniuses. They broke their defensive formations and fled for their lives. Although they knew they would die even faster like this, they could no longer face Tang Wan-er’s bloodshot eyes. Some of them started to scream to be saved.
“Patriarch, save me!” cried another divine daughter.
“Hold on for a bit! The battlefield will vanish soon!” shouted an assistant pavilion master.
They had already begun the process of deactivating the battlefield. However, while activating it was easy, dispelling it took time. All they could do was wait.
The higher-ups watched in shock and fury as Tang Wan-er and the Hidden Dragon Legion slaughtered their disciples and descendants like executioners.
“Elder Feng, are you really going to stand by and let them kill each other?!” one of the assistant pavilion masters yelled.
Not even looking at him, Feng Xinyue replied, “Those who provoke disaster must accept its consequences. But if you all charge in, you might be able to stop the battle. That is, if you have the courage.”
“You...!”
None of them knew what to say to that. Long Chen had killed the idiotic assistant pavilion master with a single slap. Moreover, it wasn’t through trickery or technique but pure brute force, proving that the assistant pavilion master truly lacked the strength to face him.
Though the rest of the assistant pavilion masters and Divine Wind Elders had powerful cultivation bases, they had reached their levels through abundant resources rather than hard-fought battles. Their actual combat prowess was pitifully weak.
They were nothing more than paper tigers—intimidating in appearance, but easily torn apart. On this battlefield, their cultivation bases were suppressed. Even with the strength of an eight-vein Emperor, they would likely struggle to defeat a five-vein devil creature.
Without the ability to suppress their enemies with sheer aura, their chances of victory were slim. They all had similar cultivation bases and battle prowess. After seeing one of their own fall to a single slap, would they really dare to charge in?
“Tang Wan-er! If you won’t give us a chance to live, we’ll drag you down with us!” snarled Bu Qingyan, her face twisting with malice.
She turned toward the Hidden Dragon Legion, ready to drag them down with her.
The next moment, a sword pierced through the back of her heart and out her chest. The immense power blew a large hole into her body.
“Who would want to die alongside an ugly clay jar like you?” Long Chen’s icy voice rang out behind her.