The Wind Spirit Pavilion was located on the border between Su Prefecture and He Prefecture. It was the hegemon of the surrounding sects.
Although they didnât have many disciples, perhaps only a few thousand, they were soul cultivators, and almost no one dared provoke them.
The Wind Spirit Pavilion was currently decorated with colorful lanterns and banners, but the atmosphere wasnât very happy. Instead, it was rather grave.
That was because today was the day Meng Qi was supposed to be married off to Feng Xiaoyun.
Meng Qi was viewed as an immortal fairy in the eyes of the Wind Spirit Pavilionâs male disciples. But today, that fairyâs soul root was destroyed, making her a cripple. Furthermore, the reason she was being married off to Feng Xiaoyun was something they all knew. All of them felt miserable inside.
But although they knew this truth, there was nothing they could do. They could only follow the pavilion masterâs orders and set up the decorations.
BOOM!
Suddenly, a powerful explosion rocked the Wind Spirit Pavilion and everyone turned pale. A powerful pressure surged over them, making it hard for them to breathe.
âFeng Xiao-ziâs bastard father, get the fuck out here!â A furious roar shook the land, shaking everyoneâs hearts.
Long Chen and Shui Wuhen were standing in the Wind Spirit Pavilionâs plaza. Long Chen had destroyed the Wind Spirit Pavilionâs statue with a single slash of his saber. That was what the previous explosion had been.
Shui Wuhen had grown two wings and carried Long Chen all the way here. She crossed dozens of miles in a flash, managing to reach the Wind Spirit Pavilion in just an hour.
Worried about Meng Qi, without even thinking about it, Long Chen had directly caused the greatest commotion possible in order to draw out everyone from the Wind Spirit Pavilion.
In any case, Shui Wuhen had come with him. He didnât need to have any misgivings. Following his furious roar, countless experts from the Wind Spirit Pavilion rushed over.
âWho dares be so impetuous in my Wind Spirit Pavilion?!â
Suddenly, a roar rang out and a terrifying pressure descended. A middle-aged man wearing a crown and yellow robes appeared in front of Long Chen.
This man was tall and his aura was unstable, causing the space around him to fluctuate between light and dark.
He appeared to be in his forties, his eyes were gloomy, his lips were very thin, and his chin was pointed.
Behind him were also dozens of Xiantian experts who were glaring at Long Chen and Shui Wuhen.
When this middle-aged man saw Shui Wuhen, a bewildered expression appeared on his face, as he was shocked to find he was unable to sense her aura.
âYou are the Wind Spirit Pavilion master?â asked Long Chen icily.
âBrazen brat, how dare you be rude to the pavilion master?!â shouted one of the Xiantian experts behind the middle-aged man.
âSplit the Heavens!â
Long Chen suddenly summoned his divine ring, his Two Star Battle Armor, and directly attacked.
As for the Xiantian expert, he hadnât expected him to just immediately launch an attack. He hastily formed hand seals, and a translucent sword-light shot out at Long Chenâs saber-image.
BOOM!
What shocked everyone was that the Xiantian expertâs sword-light was blown apart by Long Chenâs saber, and he was blown back, vomiting blood.
Shui Wuhen was expressionless, but inside, she was also shocked. Long Chenâs full-strength attack had already surpassed the bounds of common sense. It contained some kind of unknown energy.
This same attack had been able to sever Luo Fengâs arm, and Luo Feng had been at the mid Xiantian realm.
After blowing that expert back, Long Chen didnât look at him any further. He simply pointed his saber at the pavilion master. âHand over Meng Qi.â
âSo you must be the one who killed my beloved son, Long Chen! Die!â The Wind Spirit Pavilion master finally recovered from his shock and charged at Long Chen. He sent a palm crashing forward, and a spiritual arrow also shot out of his forehead at Long Chen.
A snow-white palm smashed apart that spiritual arrow and also tightly caught the pavilion masterâs wrist. It was Shui Wuhen.
Just as the pavilion master was surprised and about to throw her off, another larger hand viciously slapped across his face.
The pavilion master spun through the air and vomited a mouthful of blood, as well as a dozen teeth.
âBastard!â He roared furiously, and a figure rushed straight at Long Chen. Behind that person was a large illusory image.
That was a young man who looked similar to Feng Xiao-zi. It was his little brother, Feng Xiaoyun.
Seeing his father be humiliated, he immediately charged out and summoned his Dreamsoul Battle Armor, wanting to kill Long Chen with Spiritual Strength.
Long Chen snorted and a lightning spear appeared in his hand. He ruthlessly smashed it into the Dreamsoul Battle Armor that Feng Xiaoyun had summoned.
That huge Dreamsoul Battle Armor instantly burst under Long Chenâs spear.
âWhat?!â Feng Xiaoyun was horrified. Before he even understood what was going on, Long Chen had already slapped him unconscious. With just two slaps, his skin was split open and he was bleeding heavily.
As a soul cultivator, his physical body was very weak. If Long Chen hadnât held back, a slap from Long Chen could have easily caused his head to explode.
All of that happened too quickly. The Wind Spirit Pavilion master had only just tried attacking when he was sent flying by a slap from Long Chen. By the time he stabilized, Feng Xiaoyun was already in Long Chenâs grasp.
He raged, âLong Chen, if you dare touch a hair on my sonâs head, I will tear you into a million pieces!â
âAHH!â
A miserable scream rang out as Long Chen ruthlessly tore off one of Feng Xiaoyunâs arms.
âPlease, continue threatening.â
Long Chenâs hand was already on Feng Xiaoyunâs other arm, just waiting for him to say more.
âLong ChenâŠâ The pavilion master clenched his teeth furiously.
âDonât give me any more of your sheet. Hand over Meng Qi,â said Long Chen icily.
âYou dare threaten me?!â
âAHH!â
Another arm was viciously torn off Feng Xiaoyunâs body. His miserable scream resounded throughout the entire Wind Spirit Pavilion, causing everyoneâs blood to turn cold.
âKeep going?â
Long Chenâs hand ended up on one of Feng Xiaoyunâs legs.
The pavilion masterâs eyes almost tore out of his face. He was about to go crazy with fury at seeing his sonâs arms be torn off.
âHand over Meng Qi!â
The pavilion masterâs chest heaved like a bellow. The killing intent in his eyes had almost taken solid form.
But looking at Long Chenâs icy eyes, he decided to yield in the end. âGo take that slut out of custody.â
One of the Xiantian experts behind him hesitated slightly, exchanging a furtive gaze with the pavilion master before leaving.
After a short while, Meng Qi was brought over. Her face was completely pale and grey. Her bright eyes had become much duller, and there were not even the slightest spiritual qi fluctuations from her body.
âLong Chen!â Seeing Long Chen, Meng Qi forced out a slight smile. Long Chenâs head began to buzz.
âAll of you should die!â Long Chenâs furious roar shook the heavens. He seemed to have gone crazy, an icy killing intent surging out of him.
âLong Chen, Iâve already brought over Meng Qi. Hand over my son.â The pavilion master couldnât help becoming a bit afraid at seeing Long Chen become crazy. He was afraid he would instantly kill Feng Xiaoyun. Then his Feng familyâs bloodline would be severed.
âLong Chen, stay calm. Sheâs still in enemy's hands.â Shui Wuhen lightly placed a hand on Long Chenâs back, and a cool aura spread throughout his body, suppressing his own aura that was about to go berserk.
âFine. Hand over Meng Qi.â Long Chen clenched his teeth.
âYou release my son first.â
âYou donât have a choice.â Long Chen glared at the pavilion master, his voice colder than ice.
In the end, the pavilion master decided to yield again. There was no way around it, as he only had that one son left. He didnât dare let anything happen to him.
That Xiantian expert released Meng Qi, who immediately collapsed on the ground. Her soul root had been destroyed, and she was unable to use her soul energy to control her spiritual qi. Her meridians had almost instinctively absorbed the pitiful amount of spiritual qi in her body, and from that consumption, she basically had no energy at all.
However, she still smiled happily, doing her best to crawl over to Long Chen. That scene broke Long Chenâs heart. He immediately pounced forward and pulled her over to his side.
Meng Qi leaned against his chest with a contented expression. Her hand gently caressed Long Chenâs cheek. âLong Chen⊠Iâm happy you came. We wonât have to ever part again in the future.â
Killing intent exploded out of Long Chen. He flung out Feng Xiaoyun, and with a wave of his Spiritual Strength, a roar shook the entire Wind Spirit Pavilion.
âMeng Qi, Iâll kill all of them as revenge for you!â Long Chen roared.
âEveryone attack together!â The pavilion master caught his son and then handed him off to an Elder. Then his Spiritual Strength erupted, and over ten Xiantian experts also attacked with him, shooting out countless spiritual arrows at Long Chen.
BOOM!
However, when those arrows were about to reach Long Chen, they were all crushed by a barrier of light. Shui Wuhenâs hands were still in a hand seal in front of her.
âLittle Snow, prepare yourself. Weâll kill them all!â shouted Long Chen.
âDonât Long Chen!â cried Meng Qi.
âWhy not?!â Long Chen hastily paused.
âThe Wind Spirit Pavilion has treated me kindly in the past, and my conduct was no different from betrayal. Now that theyâve treated me like this, I no longer owe them anything. From now on, neither of us owe the other anything. Long Chen, Iâm begging you, just let this matter end here, alright?â begged Meng Qi.
âMeng Qi, why do you have to be so foolish? Theyâre just a bunch of brutes,â asked Long Chen.
âIf Iâm foolish, then Iâm foolish. Long Chen, can you let me be stubborn just this once? I promise, Iâll listen to whatever you say in the future,â pleaded Meng Qi.
Long Chen viciously glared at the Wind Spirit Pavilionâs people, and then icily said, âToday, Meng Qi has saved you all. From now on, everyone should mind their own business. If you offend Meng Qi again, I swear I will erase your Wind Spirit Pavilion from this world.
âIf you donât want to die, then Iâd suggest you get the hell out of the Wind Spirit Pavilion, or donât blame me for being ruthless in the future.â
The pavilion masterâs expression was extremely ugly. A junior was actually threatening him like this. All his prestige was lost.
âWho are you?â he asked Shui Wuhen.
âYou donât have the qualifications to know. Right now, Meng Qi has left your Wind Spirit Pavilion and is a member of my Xuantian Supermonastery. Itâll be best for you to stop while you can,â said Shui Wuhen.
âYou⊠you are the Xuantian Supermonasteryâs monastery head?â
Shui Wuhen snorted. Placing one hand on Long Chen and one hand on Meng Qi, her wings trembled and she disappeared from everyoneâs view, leaving behind only the Wind Spirit Pavilionâs people who were gnashing their teeth in fury.