When Cao Guofeng stood up, the spectators were all startled. They thought he was about to make a move, but if he did, what would happen? Their hands were all pressed against teleportation talismans, ready to flee immediately if things went wrong.
Although tickets are important, life is even more important. If two great Heavenly Saints intervene and recklessly die here, it would be far too much of a loss.
But Cao Guofeng didn't make a move. Instead, he pointed at Gao Jianli and shouted angrily, "You... Nonsense—what was Long Chen supposed to be? Even ten of him wouldn't even beat Qing'er. Facing
the furious Cao Guofeng, Gao Jianli chuckled and said, "You really are ignorant. Don't you know who Long Chen is?" You've probably heard of Lingxiao Academy, right? The youngest dean in its history, and in front of you, he's not even worth considering. Impressive, truly impressive. When
Cao Guofeng uttered the words "Lingxiao Academy," the young people present couldn't feel it, but the older generation of strong figures were all moved.
When they looked at Long Chen again, their eyes changed. The older and more experienced people are, the more they understand what those four words mean.
When he heard about Lingxiao Academy, Cao Guofeng was also surprised, but he forced himself to stay calm and said, "
A declining academy has long become legendary. Appointing such an arrogant and overbearing kid as its dean only shows that Lingxiao Academy is no longer what it once was."
Fine, today Qing'er killed the youngest dean in the history of Lingxiao Academy, adding a bold and impressive chapter to his record. At
this moment, Mo Nian finally couldn't hold back and interjected, "Still bold and colorful?" Come on, your silly child will soon be beaten until you're all tooth-searching, kneeling and begging for mercy.
Honestly, if he doesn't get hit, I'll consider him tight. Just don't cry later. "
Where the hell did you come from? Where are you speaking here?" Seeing Mo Nian, a disciple at the Divine Venerable Realm, speak rudely to him, Cao Guofeng shouted angrily.
Mo Nian curled his lips and said, "Tch, you're someone who got slapped hard, and you can still shout here. Why don't I have the right to speak?" "
You're asking for death!" The words "you're looking for death"
spat out from Cao Guofeng's mouth, like three bolts of lightning on a clear day, shaking the entire arena with flickering light and darkness, and murderous intent sweeping across the arena.
As the saying goes, don't hit someone in the face, and don't expose their shortcomings when responding. Mo Nian was going all out to expose Cao Guofeng's wounds, and Cao Guofeng was about to lose his mind in an instant.
"Sect Master Cao, if you keep making a loud noise and disturbing others' watching, ignoring the rules of the Nebula Arena, I will have no choice but to teleport you out." At that moment, an old and mechanical voice rang out.
That voice was the spirit of the Nebula Arena's artifact. Previously, it had warned Mo Nian not to make a racket in gambling or noise, and now, it had appeared again.
Hearing the warning from the Nebula Arena, Cao Guofeng was so furious that he trembled all over, his hair standing on end, truly worried he might explode from anger.
At this moment, Mo Nian held up a finger, put it to her lips, made a silent gesture, and said with a mischievous grin, "
Shh, did you hear that?" You can't fart loudly, or you'll be treated like garbage and thrown out. I advise you, even if you have farts, you have to hold it in. Mo
Nian's appearance was as infuriating as could be. Cao Guofeng trembled uncontrollably with rage, secretly vowing that once the arena match ended, he would skin this guy alive and grind his bones to dust. At this moment, Mo Nian was even more hateful in his heart than Long Chen.
But he also understood one thing: when it came to bickering, he was no match for Mo Nian and could only grit his teeth and sit back down in his seat.
The Pavilion Master of the Yellow Springs Pavilion frowned deeply when he looked at Long Chen, seemingly lost in thought, while the Hall Master of Tianxin Hall remained unmoved, seemingly uninterested in the name Lingxiao Academy.
After the scene quieted down, everyone's attention finally focused on the arena. Long Chen and Cao Shaoqing were separated by a barrier and had no idea what was happening on the viewing platform.
The two continued to steadily advance, the pressure of the arena growing stronger, and their steps quickened. In the end, they sped forward like two shooting stars.
"Iron Blood Saint Radiance, Blood Sea Lying Mad Crocodile."
Cao Shaoqing shouted angrily. Blood energy surged behind him, and a strange phenomenon stretched out. An endless sea of blood churned, and within the sea of blood, a massive figure could be faintly seen.
When Cao Shaoqing's vision was pushed open, his blood and energy ignited instantly. The demonic runes pressing down on him were instantly repelled, rapidly pressing toward Long Chen.
"Oh my god, under the pressure of the Demon Saint, the phenomenon was directly stretched open," Lu Ziqiong said, shocked and covering her mouth at the sight.
She knew how fiercely the phenomenon was suppressed within that violent demonic aura. Back then, she and Hu Yifei had been fighting against the demonic might bit by bit, making the phenomenon expand inch by inch.
Yet Cao Shaoqing actually withstood the pressure and pushed open the phenomenon, causing the entire arena's pressure to turn toward Long Chen.
"Die!"
Cao Shaoqing didn't give Long Chen a chance to catch his breath. After the phenomenon was pushed open, he struck immediately, throwing a punch that chased the surging demonic energy straight at Long Chen.
Cao Shaoqing's fists were covered in sharp spikes, their sharpness piercing through the air, and even outside the arena, one could feel their sharpness.
At that moment, Yutong and Yufei were so frightened that they covered their eyes with their hands, while Lu Ziqiong and Lu Ziyu clenched their hands tightly.
"Red Dragon Battle manifests!"
Long Chen shouted sharply, followed by a resounding dragon roar that echoed throughout the arena. As the surging demonic energy pressed toward Long Chen, the sacred dragon's might soared into the sky, colliding with the demonic energy.
With a thunderous explosion, the demonic energy in the sky was smashed away by the dragon's might, and the demonic might on the arena vanished in an instant.
Amid countless astonished eyes, a seven-colored divine ring swirled behind Long Chen. Within the ring, a giant dragon could be faintly seen moving, but the dragon was so large that only a few scales could be seen within the ring.
Long Chen was covered in blood-red scales, and behind him a blood-red cloak moved without wind, making him look like a dragon god descended to earth, looking proud and commanding the world.
The power of dragon blood radiated across the nine heavens. At this moment, Long Chen was noble, sacred, and aloof, his entire aura completely transformed, as if he were a completely different person.
"This is way too cool!"
When Long Chen appeared in this posture, countless female cultivators on the battlefield couldn't help but gasp in surprise. The visual impact was overwhelming for them.
"He tricked me again, how infuriating!" Watching Long Chen's dazzling transformation, Mo Nian gritted her teeth, feeling both envy and jealousy.
Long Chen's entire body was covered in blood-red dragon scales. At that moment, a strange light appeared in his eyes. He suddenly understood:
"Confidence is the peak. Only when I am confident can my power be invincible."
At that moment, Cao Shaoqing's fist, covered in spikes, was already right in front of Long Chen.
With a loud explosion, Long Chen neither dodged nor dodged. Under the shocked gazes of countless onlookers, he smashed his fist into the opponent's fist.