Chapter 5519 Be More Careful in Your Next Life
“Something’s indeed wrong.” Long Chen nodded.
The moment they entered the Wind God Sea Pavilion’s territory, they sensed a powerful murderous aura in the air. For those who lived on the battlefield, like Long Chen and Yue Zifeng, they automatically prepared for battle.
Long Chen said, “It seems some unsavory guests have come to the Wind God Sea Pavilion. Let’s see who has the guts to cause trouble here.”
As they rushed forward, the killing intent in the air grew stronger. This was clearly done to create a murderous atmosphere.
“Boss, could they be targeting you?” Yue Zifeng asked.
“Close enough. They’re definitely here for me,” Long Chen replied, his tone calm yet icy. From the lingering aura, he had already pieced together a rough picture of the situation.
As they neared Wind God Island, a harsh shout echoed through the air.
“The Wind God Sea Pavilion isn’t accepting visitors. Scram!”
From this, Long Chen instantly knew that the speaker wasn’t a member of the Wind God Sea Pavilion. After all, wind element cultivators could manipulate their voices as effortlessly as the wind, enabling their words to travel great distances with a mere whisper.
They definitely wouldn’t be like this person, shouting so harshly, nor would they exude such powerful Blood Qi fluctuations.
Long Chen dismissed the warning without a second thought and continued forward. Within moments, a sudden gust of wind blew by, and a spear shot toward his chest like a bolt of lightning.
The spear slammed into Long Chen’s chest with a force meant to impale him. However, shock and terror painted the attacker’s face when he saw the outcome.
“So you wish to die,” Long Chen said coldly, holding the spear between two fingers as though it were a twig.
BOOM!
The attacker erupted into a cloud of blood and bone fragments. Without pausing, Long Chen turned the spear around and hurled it into the distance. It vanished instantly.
BOOM!
An earth-shattering explosion erupted moments later, accompanied by panicked screams. As Long Chen and Yue Zifeng went there, they saw dismembered limbs, shattered armor, and splintered weapons scattered across the ground.
Thousands of experts had been stationed here, but Long Chen’s sudden strike obliterated their encampment, killing most of them before they even realized what was happening.
The handful who survived due to luck stumbled to their feet and immediately drew their weapons, looking like they wanted to murder someone.
BOOM!
Before they could summon their manifestations, Long Chen waved his hand, conjuring a powerful astral wind that blew them back far beyond the horizon.
These people were all minor characters, so Long Chen didn’t even bother to kill them or get any information from them.
However, the commotion quickly drew the attention of stronger foes. Powerful auras surged, and Human Emperors descended upon them.
“Where did these idiots come from?! Are you tired of living?!” shouted a Human Emperor, immediately launching a fist at Long Chen.
However, as the man got closer, his expression twisted in horror.
“Long... Long Chen!”
He instantly tried to pull back, but it was already too late.
Long Chen slapped him in the face, sending the Human Emperor tumbling into the distance.
More experts gathered, their auras oppressive. However, the moment they heard Long Chen’s name, fear rippled through their ranks, halting their advance.
“So, it’s you lot,” Long Chen said, his lips curling into a sneer. “Unhappy with the results of the Wind Domain Battlefield, are we? And now you’ve come to my doorstep? I must say, you’re braver than I expected.”
The majority of the gathered experts were familiar faces from the Wind Domain Battlefield, and their guts weren’t small. Their decision to blockade Wind God Island was nothing short of a declaration of war.
Yet, as Long Chen strode forward, they scattered like leaves before a storm, too afraid to stand in his way.
Before long, Long Chen arrived at the gates of Wind God Island. The atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. Outside the gates stood a hostile crowd of experts, their eyes brimming with icy killing intent. Inside, the Wind God Sea Pavilion’s experts looked at them with equal ferocity, their weapons ready, yet none made a move.
Separating the two factions was a line drawn on the ground—a simple stroke of a sword that radiated terrifying divine energy fluctuations. It was like a barrier blocking their path. While there were countless experts here, no one dared to cross it.
Long Chen looked at the Wind God Sea Pavilion’s side, where the Wind God’s Left Emissary, Ye Lingkong, stood at the forefront. As usual, he held his sword casually while chewing on a stalk of grass, appearing utterly indifferent to the threatening army outside the gates.
Behind him stood the Wind God Sea Pavilion’s higher-ups, and farther back, Long Chen spotted Tang Wan-er and the Hidden Dragon Legion. The sight of them filled Long Chen with warmth.
Ye Lingkong’s bored expression brightened the moment he saw Long Chen. Meanwhile, Tang Wan-er and the Hidden Dragon warriors erupted in cheers. Their spirits visibly lifted, and the entire pavilion seemed revitalized.
“Move aside! Don’t you see Boss Long San has arrived? Are you all blind?” Long Chen shouted at the army blocking his way, his tone as commanding as ever.
Those experts also noticed Long Chen, but their reactions were the opposite of Tang Wan-er’s.
Icy killing intent burned in their eyes. For many of them, Long Chen was the reason their disciples had fallen in the Wind Domain Battlefield. They had come here demanding retribution, and now, the man himself stood before them.
Agitation spread through their ranks like wildfire, with some of the more hot-headed among them already gripping their weapons.
Tang Wan-er and her warriors tensed at the sight, preparing to charge out and bring Long Chen inside. However, Ye Lingkong stopped them and told them not to bother.
“Long Chen, you dare to show yourself?!” an elder roared, stepping forward and pointing an accusatory finger at him.
The moment this sentence left his mouth, a streak of sword-light erupted behind Long Chen. The blinding light sliced through the void, warping heaven and earth with its sheer power.
“You...”
The elder froze, his eyes wide with shock. Without sparing the man a second glance, Yue Zifeng calmly sheathed his sword.
A faint quiver passed through the elder’s body before it split cleanly in two. His severed halves crumpled to the ground in a lifeless heap.
The crowd stood paralyzed, unable to comprehend what had just occurred. The elder was no ordinary expert—he was a sect master of a formidable sect, one who had touched the threshold of the next great realm. While not yet a half-step Divine Emperor, his reputation as a peak expert was well-known.
And yet, this man had been slain by a single strike. The audacity and ease of the act left everyone shaken.
“My boss doesn’t like being pointed at, and he also doesn’t like people with dirty mouths. Be more careful in your next life,” said Yue Zifeng, his gaze cold as he looked down at the elder’s corpse.
Both ally and foe felt a chill crawl down their spines.