The elder of the Minglong clan is the current clan leader and the strongest member of the clan. He is the highest authority of the clan.
His voice was filled with authority and could not be resisted. His voice echoed through heaven and earth, stirring countless strong warriors' hearts and minds, their minds growing dizzy, unable to help but want to worship.
It was the unique pressure of the strong, the overwhelming sense of submission caused by the huge gap between level and strength.
Even immortal experts are affected by this pressure, their minds filled with echoes of his voice, and a sense of reverence rising from the depths of their souls.
Faced with such a terrifying powerhouse, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of Long Chen's mouth. Asking questions he already knows is really interesting.
If I kill your son, you won't recognize me? However, facing the clan leader of the Nether Dragon clan, Long Chen shook his head and said,
"I'm not Long Chen, I'm your father."
Long Chen suddenly said this, instantly stunning everyone. This Long Chen spoke with such arrogance.
Facing a terrifying Saint, he still dared to be so arrogant—was he reckless? You have to understand, if the leader of the Dark Dragon clan makes a move, Long Chen will be instantly reduced to ashes.
The atmosphere was originally very serious, but when Long Chen said, 'I'm your father,' the atmosphere instantly became eerie.
Countless powerful figures were both shocked and amused, but none dared to laugh out loud, because they had already seen that the face of the Minglong clan chief had darkened.
"Ignorant child, do you even know who you're talking to? Even if the dean of your Lingxiao Academy came, he wouldn't dare speak to me like this. The leader of the Nether Dragon clan shouted angrily.
"I'm the dean of Lingxiao Academy. What's wrong with talking to you like that? What's wrong, is there a problem?
This battle is my duel with the Dark Dragon Amaterasu, so what do you mean by coming here? Is your family's motto that the weak can't beat me?
If you knock down the Nether Dragon Amaterasu, you do it? So what if I knock you down? Your father is coming? Long Chen said calmly.
"Shut up, you ignorant fool!" The clan leader of the Nether Dragon Clan roared in anger.
"Rumble..."
With his furious roar, the void shattered, myriad paths shattered, endless spatial fragments flew everywhere, and Long Chen bore the brunt, crushed by a terrifying wave of sound.
Long Chen's long hair fluttered, his clothes fluttered, yet he remained completely still, letting the sound sweep past him. He didn't even move his eyelids, simply staring coldly at the clan leader of the Nether Dragon clan.
Meanwhile, Guo Ran and the others behind Long Chen were shaken by the sound wave, their eardrums roaring. The howling sound invaded their minds like scraping iron, their souls aching sharply, and the violent pressure eroded their will, trying to make them submit.
However, in the Dragonblood Legion, every warrior possessed astonishing willpower, unfazed by the will within the voice, standing firm as a mountain.
This roar does not contain a physical attack, but rather a storm of will. Those with weak will will be directly destroyed and will submit to him. This is the terrifying holy power of a Saint.
The will of a Saint is intangible and substantive, capable of shattering the heavenly Dao and changing the color of heaven and earth, yet it cannot shake Long Chen's steel-like will.
As the sound spread and swept across the arena, countless onlookers covered their ears, their faces twisted in pain, their eyes full of struggle.
"Thud, thud, thud... Some
of the weaker willpowers couldn't help but kneel to the ground. The moment they knelt, the pain on their faces disappeared. Submission meant giving up resistance. Giving up resist meant not being attacked by the will of the Minglong clan leader.
These kneeling experts numbered in the tens of thousands. They were all outstanding figures among the younger generation, possessing formidable strength. Unfortunately, although they were gifted, they rarely endured many setbacks in their lives. Their willpower was weak, and they simply couldn't withstand the divine power of a Saint.
When the sound waved through, the powerful warriors all lost their composure, wishing they could crawl into a crack in the ground. The clan leader of the Nether Dragon clan roared angrily, forcing them to reveal their true forms. Realizing they had no shame to stay any longer, they immediately turned and fled.
The chief of the Underworld Dragon clan shouted angrily, shaking the world and sending fear to the bone. People looked at the calm-faced Long Chen, their hearts filled with shock.
The clan leader of the Nether Dragon Clan targeted Long Chen, who had endured most of the Saint's pressure. His calm and composed demeanor was hard to believe.
It should be noted that when the Dark Dragon Clan leader's sacred might spread around, it had already weakened considerably, yet it still left those near destined beings with splitting headaches and wavering willpower.
By this calculation, Long Chen's willpower was truly terrifying. Not only Long Chen, but when they looked at the Dragon Blood Legion, their eyes were clearly filled with fear.
Among the Dragon Blood Legion, the only one affected was Xiao He'er. Her eyes were filled with nervousness as she was being held by a girl from the Seven-Colored Immortal Crane clan, but aside from her nervousness, she wasn't much affected.
Meanwhile, the three girls were completely unaffected by the clan leader of the Nether Dragon clan, quietly standing behind and watching.
"The facts tell us that loud voices are useless; otherwise, donkeys would have long ruled the world." Long Chen shrugged and said.
"You..."
The clan leader of the Nether Dragon clan was nearly driven to blood by Long Chen. His furious roar failed to intimidate the kid and even drew a mockery from him.
Behind the Minglong clan leader, Minglong Amaterasu, whose eyes were filled with murderous intent, was about to step forward but was stopped by his father.
The clan leader of the Nether Dragon clan took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and looked at Long Chen:
"Kid, I'm speaking politely to you because of your exceptional talent and cultivation difficulty, which made me appreciate your talent.
Although you accidentally killed my son, if you can turn over a new leaf and sincerely serve the Minglong clan, I am willing to give you a chance to turn over a new leaf. "
The clan leader's words shocked many. Since when did the clan become so easygoing? The clan leader's son was killed, and he could let bygones be bygones?
"What do you mean by 'reforming oneself'? I wasn't wrong, so why should I change it? Besides, my killing of the Nether Dragon Tianye wasn't a mistake; my goal was clear: to kill him.
Besides, I won't just kill him, I'll wipe out your entire Nether Dragon clan, so you don't need to waste your breath." Long Chen said calmly.
As soon as Long Chen said this, all the powerful figures present gasped in shock. Had Long Chen gone mad?
He kept saying he wanted to wipe out the entire Minglong clan—not just him, even Lingxiao Academy wouldn't dare to boast like that. This guy is just too arrogant.
How powerful is the Nether Dragon clan? The fact that Minglong Tianzhao was the first to awaken his destiny meant that the fate of the Minglong clan had already awakened. Their future strength and prosperity were bound to be unstoppable.
And yet Long Chen, a mere Realm King, dared to challenge such a force. Although Long Chen possessed countless halos, it still gave off a sense of overestimating himself.
"Since I've given you a chance and you don't cherish it, fine. But I have a question for you: where exactly did the dragon blood in your body come from?"
The clan leader of the Underworld Dragon clan looked at Long Chen, his expression gradually turning sinister.