The white bone warhorse pulled the bronze chariot, and the whole world trembled at its arrival.
No one dared to stop it, letting it fly arrogantly overhead. No one dared to make a sound; everyone was terrified by its presence.
And the bronze war chariot actually stopped right above the Fusion Beast Clan's heads. When that voice rang out, the powerful members of the Fusion Beast Clan felt their hearts leap into their throats.
They looked at Long Chen, shocked. What exactly was Long Chen's identity, that he had once again attracted the attention of a terrifying powerhouse? Previously, he was Wu Hun of the You Clan, and now he was this mysterious and terrifying existence.
Long Chen had been in a great mood, but seeing such an arrogant guy show up instantly made him very annoyed.
In Long Sanye's words, you can be arrogant, but you absolutely cannot be more arrogant than him.
Faced with that cold, arrogant tone, as if a god looking down on an ant, Long Chen instantly felt a surge of anger.
"Get lost."
Long Chen didn't say much, using a concise word to express his displeasure.
Long Chen's words shocked countless people. Who exactly was this guy, daring to speak to that terrifying powerhouse like that?
You have to understand, not to mention what kind of existence the people inside that chariot are—just the white bone warhorse alone is enough to make countless top-tier experts tremble.
Feng You gripped her golden spear tightly, ready to fight at any moment. At this moment, she had no time to be afraid.
"Ignorant fool, do you even know who you're talking to?" Inside the golden war chariot, the voice carried a chilling killing intent; clearly, he was furious.
"Love whoever you love? I just can't stand you. Get lost, or I'll smash your turtle shell today." Long Chen said bluntly.
Although the aura of the bronze war chariot was terrifying, Long Chen believed that as long as he used the Qiankun Cauldron, he could definitely smash the chariot. The key was whether the cauldron was willing to help him.
Long Chen was extremely annoyed when he heard that voice. He didn't know why, but the feeling was somewhat similar to when he saw Wuhun.
However, Long Chen was displeased with Wu Hun because he recognized his identity and knew he was a traitor to the Santong Swallowing Sky Beast clan.
But Long Chen had no idea who this person was, nor did he know his background or identity. Yet, just hearing his voice, for some reason, made Long Chen furious, even making him feel like dragging him out and beating him up.
It was like Long Chen walking barefoot in tattered clothes, and at that moment, a person riding in a luxurious carriage mocking Long Chen was a very unpleasant feeling.
However, what Long Chen didn't know was that the aura he hated was not born of jealousy, but came from the depths of his soul.
"Hmph, indeed, ignorance is fearless. If I were to specifically kill you, that would be too much of an honor.
A weak ant is not worth a dragon's intervention, but provoking a great god will eventually cost you. The man sneered.
"Rumble... The
white bone warhorse moved forward again, pulling the bronze war chariot and continuing forward, ignoring Long Chen any further.
"Are you out of your mind? What nonsense are you talking about? There's no logic at all, no understanding." Long Chen cursed loudly.
"How could ants understand the words of the gods? Karma has already tainted you. In the end, you will die by my hand. Whether directly or indirectly, that depends on your fate. The chariot had already gone far, and the man's cold laughter echoed from afar.
Long Chen was so angry he almost lost his breath. He'd seen someone who could show off, but never anyone this good. Today, Long Chen was truly eye-opening.
"Long Chen, who is he?"
Watching the bronze chariot drive away, Feng You finally felt relieved. After letting out a sigh of relief, she couldn't help but ask.
"That guy is from the Underworld Divine Clan... Hmm? Wait, the Underworld Divine Clan? "Long Chen suddenly thought of something.
The Underworld is divided into three major races: the Nether, Nether, and Divine races. The Nether and Nether races are like fire and water, and every meeting turns into a bloody battle. Apart from hatred, words can no longer express their feelings.
The Divine Clan, however, does not participate in the conflict between the two races in the Underworld, and they do not wish to make strong enemies. Therefore, both sides can coexist peacefully. Although there are minor frictions, no major wars have ever broken out.
Earlier, that person asked Long Chen why he carried the aura of the Underworld divine clan. Long Chen, having been questioned by Wu Hun before, didn't take it seriously. Although he recognized the presence of the underworld divine clan, he didn't think much further because this guy was too arrogant.
Now that Feng You was asking, Long Chen immediately remembered. It turned out that this guy, like Leng Yueyan and Ming Cangyue, was a powerful member of the Underworld Divine Clan.
Thinking of Leng Yueyan and Ming Cangyue's flawlessly beautiful faces, Long Chen's anger instantly vanished, replaced by a deep longing for them.
"Oh dear, I shouldn't have gotten so angry just now. Maybe I could have gotten his word about them, or even asked about Brother Wutian." Long Chen slapped his thigh in regret.
What Long Chen worried about most were Leng Yueyan and Ming Cangyue. Both were helpless and helpless, like small boats in the perilous underworld, struggling to cross the vast sea—extremely perilous.
Moreover, most forces in the Underworld are controlled by the You Clan, who are on the verge of collapse. For Wutian to revive the Underworld Clan, the difficulty is truly extraordinary.
Moreover, the You Clan would never give him a chance to grow, mobilizing all their forces to deal with him. It could be said that his situation was even more dangerous than Long Chen's.
Long Chen was filled with concern for this righteous elder brother, so why did he almost lose his temper upon seeing Wu Hun, the traitor?
"The Underworld Divine Clan? How could that person be so terrifying? Actually, you shouldn't have offended him. Feng You sighed.
Long Chen smiled slightly, patted Feng You's fragrant shoulder, and said, "The path of cultivation is endless with bloodshed. Many things aren't just about enduring a little and getting over."
Your tolerance only pushes the enemy to their limits, pressing them step by step. When you're pushed to the edge of a cliff, it's already too late to fight back.
Take that guy just now—I can't indulge him, or he'll think I'm easy to bully. When I answer his first question, I have to answer all of them, or he'll make a move right away.
When I told him to get lost, he knew I wasn't afraid of him. If he wanted to act, he needed to first assess his own strength. Feng
You suddenly understood: "You're so clever. He doesn't know your true strength, so he doesn't dare to make a move." "
Opponent," Long Chen chuckled.
"But what if he wasn't scared?" Feng You couldn't help but say.
Long Chen smiled faintly but said nothing, but inwardly he thought, if he didn't scare him off, he would smash his dog head and show him that showing off in front of Third Master Long came at a price.
"Rumble rumble...
At that moment, the gate to the world ahead roared loudly, and Feng You and the others immediately became tense.
"The Phantom Spirit Realm is about to open." Feng You's voice trembled as she spoke.