Long Chen is a name that unsettles the entire Long family, because he is the son of the Four Great Heavenly Saints, Long Zhantian, and the son of that murderous demon.
News of Long Chen coming to Tianhuang had long been spreading throughout the Long family. Regarding Long Chen and the Long family disciples, some were angry, some looked down on, some were indifferent, and some were curious. Countless people wanted to know what Long Chen really looked like.
However, when they saw Long Chen appear, everyone was stunned. His fair complexion and sharp eyebrows and bright eyes seemed to hide a certain melancholy on his handsome cheeks, carrying a maturity beyond his age.
Dressed in black, he accentuated his aura—noble yet mysterious—standing out in the crowd, like a crane standing out from a crowd.
"Is he Long Chen?" The son of that murderous demon king? Why does it look like he's not that impressive? "
Is it really him? Why does he look so gentle and harmless? Did he mistake someone for someone else?"
"He looks so handsome, so tempting. It's like pulling him close to protect him." Some female disciples, overflowing with compassion, developed a strong protective instinct toward someone as "weak" as Long Chen.
In short, as soon as Long Chen arrived, it caused a huge stir. Almost all eyes in the room were on him. However, once Long Chen's identity was confirmed, some people immediately looked down on him, mocked him, and some even made provocative gestures toward him.
Long Chen was already used to these people. Such childish behavior—if he paid them any mind, it would make him seem far too childish.
On the other hand, Gui Jiu, standing beside Long Chen, looked extremely grim. He didn't mind being mocked like this, but he couldn't tolerate anyone humiliating his idol.
In his mind, a strong figure like Long Chen should be surrounded wherever he goes—the strong make way, the weak worship him, not the way he is now.
"You filthy mercenaries, get out! This is not a place for you to come in. Don't defile the sacred arena." Suddenly, a powerful figure stood up and shouted loudly.
It turned out that those who had followed Long Chen in were all mercenaries from Mercenary City, because Long Chen had reserved half the arena's spectator seats.
Originally, Long Chen had reserved the venue and hadn't planned to come, but if he didn't come, these people wouldn't dare come. With no other choice, Long Chen had no choice but to come.
At that moment, someone shouted from the other side, and countless people joined in the commotion, cursing the mercenaries as filthy pigs. Some even insulted the mercenaries' ancestors.
These mercenaries, originally of low status, felt even more anxious and uneasy upon arrival. If it weren't for Long Chen, they wouldn't have had the courage to set foot here.
After arriving here, they sat upright and unyielding, not daring to act any extra way, appearing so reserved. Yet even so, they were still met with endless insults and ridicule. They felt extremely sad, wishing they could crawl into a hole in the ground.
"Whoosh."
Suddenly, Long Chen opened his large hand, black specks appearing in his eyes. The spots surged and gathered into a small vortex.
"Buzz buzz buzz...
When that small vortex appeared, hundreds of vortexes appeared in the spectator seats opposite, right where the most fierce insults had begun.
"What?"
Someone cried out in alarm. When the vortex appeared, it swallowed the group. Some tried to struggle but were completely unable to resist the terrifying suction.
"Buzz!"
The space on the arena trembled as hundreds of people screamed in terror. They had been sucked into black orbs of light, struggling desperately but unable to break through.
"Boom!"
Long Chen opened his large hand and clenched it tightly. The black orb compressed with a thunderous crash, then exploded, sending endless blood mist drifting across the world.
At that moment, the entire arena, whether on the other side or here, was stunned. The noisy arena instantly fell silent.
"In the face of death, there is no distinction between high and low, noble or humble. I really don't see where your nobility is shown." Long Chen said calmly, his voice tinged with mockery.
His voice wasn't loud, but on the ring, where you could hear a pin drop, it struck like thunder straight to the heart. The air was still thick with the scent of blood, telling them that everything that just happened wasn't a dream—it was real.
Those who had thought Long Chen was "harmless" were utterly stunned. This man killed without blinking. This time, they believed he was Long Chen, because both father and son were ruthless and quiet.
Long Chen turned to the mercenaries around him and said, "So, you need to understand some truths: no one is born noble, and no one is born lowly for life."
We must move forward with determination; no one can stop our future, not even God. Life is our own and can only be controlled by ourselves.
No path in life is walked in vain; every step counts, even if sometimes it seems like you're just standing still.
Life's hardships are never for free; every bit of effort will be rewarded, even if those efforts seem pointless.
Behind the strong are the accumulation of bits and pieces; the steps forged by blood and sweat are the foundation for your rise to the clouds.
The so-called 'rising to the clouds' and soaring to the sky seems very tempting and enviable, but when they miss a single step, they have no buffer and inevitably fall to the ground, with no chance to turn back.
The reason people don't understand these things is that they are used to looking forward and upward, but never looking down or backward, so they fail to see the painful lessons of those people.
Take them, for example—they die silently, and you quickly forget them. But those well-dressed, arrogant people are still in your sight—like the ones before your eyes. When
Long Chen said this, the strong fighters on the opposite arena all felt their scalps tingle. They were both shocked and furious. What was going on? Was he planning to kill us all?
"Long Chen, you turn a blind eye to the law and kill recklessly. Do you know your crime?"
At that moment, four Heavenly Saint-level experts appeared before Long Chen. As soon as they appeared, four chains shot toward Long Chen like lightning. At the same time, the arena trembled, and countless thunder symbols surged into the chains.
"Are you only making a move now? Because you're not ready?"
Long Chen sneered, waved his large hand, and a black bolt of lightning shot out—it was the divine radiance unleashed by the Dragonbone Evil Moon.
Long Chen slashed out with his blade without even looking, retracting the Dragon Bone Evil Moon. Then people saw four chains and four figures severed simultaneously.
"Boom!"
The chains and figures shattered with a thunderous crash. Everything happened so fast that no one could understand what was happening before it ended.
The current Dragonbone Evil Moon was no longer the same as before; its power was gradually awakening. Even though the chains were infested with strange laws, it still easily severed them.
Blood mist filled the sky, thunder symbols flowed, and four Heavenly Saint-level experts were annihilated in a single strike. At that moment, all the Long family disciples were filled with fear.
"Kid, you're asking for death!"
At that moment, a cold shout rang out, followed by a violent pressure that made it hard for everyone on the arena to breathe, as if their bodies were about to be crushed.