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The night sky was alive with countless stars, their brilliance piercing through the immortal mist that veiled the realm below. The Heaven Vein Mystic Realm remained a shrouded enigma, its mysteries waiting to be unraveled.

BOOM!

Suddenly, a black lotus manifested among them. It was no ordinary flower but a totem. Its divine presence erased the glow surrounding the stars, drawing all attention to its slow, deliberate rotation.

As it spun, the veil of the heavens lifted. Everyone could now see countless dragon veins winding through the air like divine rivers of power. Each vein represented a formidable faction, and even Long Chen was stunned by the spectacle.

These dragon veins formed an enormous spherical barrier around the Heaven Vein Mystic Realm, revealing that its entrances weren’t exclusive to the Heaven Essence World.

The starry sky water lily—the black lotus—flashed repeatedly, as if brewing something. Everyone could only patiently wait.

“Long Chen, the Heaven Vein Mystic Realm will be your burial ground. Are you prepared to meet your end?”

A booming voice shattered the silence, reverberating like thunder across the realms.

Everyone froze. At this moment, they were still in the outer region of the Heaven Vein Mystic Realm, where the laws were in chaos. Even speaking to someone right beside them was difficult. However, this voice resounded with overwhelming clarity to the point that everyone could hear it. It was undeniably powerful.

Such a terrifying existence had challenged Long Chen. Thinking of this, the disciples of the Wind God Sea Pavilion paled, while Tang Wan-er’s expression grew serious.

“Who is that?” asked Tang Wan-er.

For someone to be able to transmit his voice this far while ignoring the chaotic laws, his power had to be unfathomable.

“That voice exudes supreme dominance and contains seven distinct powers,” Long Chen replied, his tone calm but sharp. “It must be Long Zaiye, the undefeated god of the Long clan.”

“Long Zaiye?” Tang Wan-er’s eyes widened.

Long Chen nodded. “Yes. We share the same bloodline, and I can feel its faint resonance even from here.”

“He’s very strong,” Yue Zifeng remarked, his blood igniting with the desire to fight.

Long Chen smirked. “Good. I’ve been itching to face the one who made Feng Fei despair.”

“Should we respond?” asked Yue Zifeng, already holding his sword.

As a sword cultivator, if he were to respond, it wouldn’t be with a shout but with his sword cry. He was confident he could make the voice of his sword reverberate throughout every corner of this world.

“There’s no need,” Long Chen replied, shaking his head. “He’s just a random person shouting into the void. If we replied, others would laugh at us. We’ll show him who Boss Long San is when the time comes.”

Another voice interrupted, colder and more piercing than the first. “Long Chen? He’s mine. I am Fantian De, a son of Brahma. I don’t care who you are. Scram!”

The icy proclamation silenced everyone. The title alone struck fear into the hearts of the Wind God Sea Pavilion disciples.

“A son of Brahma?!” the Wind God Sea Pavilion’s disciples cried out in shock. They all knew what this name represented.

A son of Brahma was essentially one of Lord Brahma’s direct disciples. This title alone was enough to scare off others.

Long Chen chuckled. “I already killed a son of Brahma last time, and now another has appeared? Does he want me to kill all his sons?”

The disciples gasped in disbelief. Long Chen had slain a son of Brahma?

A sinister voice then echoed, laden with malice. “What kind of trash is a son of Brahma? This world belongs to me, as does Long Chen’s life. I, Netherdragon Tianfeng, will stand at the peak of the heavens!” �

It sounded like a voice coming from the depths of hell, like a needle stabbing people’s ears.

Hearing one terrifying existence after another challenging Long Chen, the Wind God Sea Pavilion’s disciples were shocked. Just how did Long Chen manage to provoke all of them?

“This fellow again,” Yue Zifeng said, shaking his head.

“It seems beating him half-dead wasn’t enough,” Long Chen sneered. “For him to strut like this, he must have grown stronger. Let him come. I’ll put him back in his place.”

The disciples stared at Long Chen and Yue Zifeng in stunned silence. Long Chen had already defeated both a son of Brahma and Netherdragon Tianfeng? What a monster…

Suddenly, a furious roar tore through the void.

“How dare you bully my big brother?! I’ll smash you to death!”

The sheer force of the roar made everyone’s heads buzz. What shocked them most was that it wasn’t backed by any divine energy or laws—it was pure, unbridled Blood Qi, so overwhelming it felt like the roar alone could make their heads explode.

“Wilde!” Long Chen, Yue Zifeng, and Tang Wan-er shouted in excitement.

That voice could belong to no one else. Only Wilde possessed such terrifying Blood Qi. All of a sudden, Long Chen’s chest tightened, and his eyes grew red.

Among all his brothers, Wilde was the one he was most worried about. He was too simple-minded and pure, just like a child. Long Chen was afraid he would get tricked by others or be bullied. Even knowing he was safe, Long Chen couldn’t help but feel worried.

Hearing his roar, Long Chen was so moved that he almost cried. He thought of their countless battles, stemming all the way from back in the Phoenix Cry Empire.

“Brother, wait for me!”

Long Chen clenched his fists, his heart burning with anticipation.