The two were too close. Before Long Chen made his move, he looked as if he had suddenly realized and admired his reputation, but when he suddenly attacked, neither of them had time to react.
Yan Fei was slapped far away by Long Chen, startling everyone—even the short, chubby guy was stunned.
Long Chen guessed right—this short, chubby man came from the Long family and had long received word that he wanted to look after Long Chen. So when Long Chen arrived, he first nodded and greeted him.
Originally, Yan Fei had made things difficult for Long Chen and asked him to issue some kind of proof. He knew Yan Fei was doing it on purpose, but before he could step in himself, Long Chen had already made a move.
Although he had heard of Long Chen's name and knew that Long Chen was known for having no taboos, he still hadn't expected Long Chen to be so domineering, slapping people right away.
Yan Fei was slapped by Long Chen, and the Tianlong Legion stationed behind him immediately flew into a rage. Their weapons left their bodies and they pointed angrily at Long Chen. Long Chen's slap was a humiliation for the entire Tianlong Legion.
"Ye Benchang, commander of the Seventh Heavenly Dragon Legion, has already been slaughtered by me. What kind of idiot did you come from to come out of to fool your Third Master Long?" After Long Chen finished slapping him, he didn't pursue the attack. He clasped his hands behind his back and sneered, completely ignoring those Heavenly Dragon Legion.
In fact, that Yan Fei was a powerful figure sent by the Ye family after Ye Benchang was killed to take his place. Yan Fei was the new commander of the Seventh Legion.
The short, chubby man with unremarkable looks was the commander of the Sixth Legion. Although his rank was the same, his reputation surpassed Yan Fei's.
However, this Yan Fei was arrogant and unruly, lacking steadiness, and had not been entrusted with important responsibilities for the Ye family.
However, since Ye Benchang was killed and there was no suitable candidate for now, he was appointed to temporarily serve as the commander of the Seventh Heavenly Dragon Legion.
While stationed at the Yin-Yang Realm, nothing happened during the day or at night. This Yan Fei always deliberately stirred up trouble to provoke the short, chubby guy.
The short, chubby guy had always been too lazy to pay him any attention. As Elder Long put it, just treat him like a dog and let him keep getting arrogant.
But today, when Yan Fei went to bite Long Chen, Long Chen didn't let him go easy and slapped him hard, leaving the short, chubby man both shocked and thrilled, and at the same time understanding Elder Long's intention.
"Courting death!"
Yan Fei was furious. He had never suffered such humiliation in his life. With a flick of his large hand, an ancient, longsword appeared. He kicked off the void, causing it to explode, igniting all his blood and energy. He stepped forward to attack Long Chen.
But just as he moved, he suddenly sensed something was wrong. At some point, two black-and-white vines had entangled his feet. He struggled hard but couldn't break free, which startled him.
"Pfft"
Yan Fei was about to slash at the vine with his sword, but just as he moved, a small shadow suddenly brushed past him. Yan Fei's head left his neck and was grabbed in his hand.
Everyone cried out in shock. The one who struck was Dongming Yu. This time, she didn't hide her figure but attacked head-on, beheading Yan Fei as if reaching into a bag.
"If anyone dares to move recklessly, I'll kill them."
Facing the Tianlong Legion about to lunge, Dongming Yu's dagger pressed against Yan Fei's forehead and said coldly.
The faces of the Heavenly Dragon warriors changed dramatically, and they all stopped in their tracks. This seemingly innocent and innocent young girl was truly terrifying—she had beheaded Yan Fei in just one encounter.
"Whoosh!"
Dongming Yu tossed the human head in his hand and flew straight at Long Chen. Long Chen grabbed Yan Fei's hair and slapped him thirty-six times, leaving Yan Fei's face swollen like a pig's head.
No wonder he was about to join the fourth step of the Tongming Realm—if it were someone else, their head would have been blown apart long ago.
"Smack smack smack..."
Long Chen slapped while cursing, "I told you to be arrogant, I made you pretend. Tell me, who exactly are you?" "
I... I am Yan Fei, commander of the Seventh Heavenly Dragon Legion..." Yan Fei was left with only his head, his body imprisoned, his life held in Long Chen's hands. Shocked, furious, and terrified, he shouted loudly.
"Nonsense! The commander of the Seventh Heavenly Dragon Legion is Ye Benchang. Who are you trying to fool? Kid, you're pretty stubborn. If you don't say anything, I'll smack your mouth today. "
Pa pa pa... Long
Chen swung one hand back and forth, his big slap coming from the jaw as if it were free. Yan Fei's head swelled three times as much, scaring Guo Ran and the others into dodging far away, afraid his head would explode and leave them covered in blood.
Yan Fei's subordinates could only watch helplessly as Yan Fei was slapped in the face, but didn't dare step forward, fearing Long Chen would kill him.
They never expected Long Chen to be so terrifying. Dealing with a commander-level powerhouse didn't even require him to do anything. They didn't even know who had sent out those underground tentacles, and Dongming Yu had just brushed past him, and Yan Fei's head was taken away.
"I am the new commander... Yan Fei shouted, but his mouth was so swollen that his voice was already muffled.
"I don't believe it." Long Chen sneered.
"Everyone here can testify for me." Yan Fei shouted.
"I don't believe they testify. Have your people go back and issue a certificate. I'll wait here."
Long Chen spoke, but his hand didn't stop, continuing to twitch repeatedly, though his grip was much gentler.
At this moment, Yan Fei's face was swollen bigger than his buttocks, his skin purple and glowing, like a ball about to burst, looking terrifying.
"Commander Qiu, are you just going to watch like this?" At that moment, someone shouted loudly within the Seventh Heavenly Dragon Legion camp.
The short, stout man's full name was Qiu Yang. Hearing the man's words, he finally looked as if he had just snapped out of his shock and said, "
Long Chen, this man is indeed the commander of the Heavenly Dragon Legion. I can vouch for that."
Qiu Yang spoke slowly and steadily, looking like he was about to reason with Long Chen.
"Commander Qiu, your proof doesn't seem to be very useful. The token in my hand can also be proven to belong to Elder Long, but he simply ignores it. So, I find it hard to trust your proof either." Long Chen chuckled.
Now everyone understood: Long Chen was deliberately retaliating against Yan Fei. Yan Fei clearly knew the token belonged to Elder Long, yet still asked Long Chen to issue the certificate. This was deliberate difficulty.
Now, Long Chen had repaid Yan Fei with his own methods, applying it to Yan Fei without any change.
"Well... But what should be done? Qiu Yang put on a torn look, seemingly lost in thought.
Long Chen didn't say a word, holding his hair in one hand and occasionally smacking his mouth with the other. Everyone stared at Yan Fei's head, feeling their scalps tingle, afraid it might explode all at once.
Beitang Rushuang and the others couldn't help but shake their heads. At first, Yan Fei made things difficult for them, and their anger flared, wishing they could beat Yan Fei up.
But now, seeing Yan Fei's miserable state, they even felt a bit of sympathy for him.
Who else would you provoke, but you insisted on provoking Long Chen? Sure enough, evil people have their own grievances—retribution has come.
"What I said is true, your token is real too, and ours is ...." Yan Fei let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
"So, we're not going to issue certificates anymore, right?" Only then did Long Chen stop and look at Yan Fei, whose features were already squeezed together and his eyes were almost blind.
"No need, no need." Yan Fei called out urgently.
"Hahaha, that's easier to talk about. It seems there was some misunderstanding in our communication.
Alright, now the misunderstanding is cleared up. Come on, let me help you put the head on. Long Chen grinned as he placed Yan Fei's head on his neck.
But when Long Chen put Yan Fei's head back, Meng Qi and the others burst out laughing.
Because Yan Fei's head was so big, almost as wide as his shoulders, it looked completely out of place and extremely comical, almost like a real-life big-headed doll.
But Long Chen didn't laugh. Instead, he said seriously, "We're both young people. When it comes to communication skills, we still need to keep learning and reflecting on how to communicate with others."
I believe that in the days to come, we will keep honing and practicing, and our skills will improve day by day. The
head was put back down, and his sensation gradually returned. Only then did Yan Fei realize his head had swelled to its limit—if pricked by a needle, it would explode instantly.
He forced his eyes open just a slit, and from within shot out a venomous glare. He knew he had utterly lost face today; he wished he could tear Long Chen to pieces.
But he didn't dare to make a move. He was afraid. He'd lived a smooth life and was used to being arrogant, but now, facing Long Chen even more arrogant, he immediately chickened out.
"What's wrong?" Refusing to yield? Or do you want us to issue a certificate? Long Chen said calmly.
Yan Fei gritted his teeth, only to find that he hadn't bitten anything at all, because at some point, his teeth had all died together.
Yan Fei waved his hand, leading his men to clear a path. Long Chen smiled slightly, cupped his fists to Qiu Yang beside him, and then led his men to walk between the two teams.
Looking at the Seventh Heavenly Dragon Legion warriors, each with eyes nearly blazing with fury, as if ready to draw their swords, Long Chen suddenly stopped in his tracks and said coldly, "
You'd better not bare your teeth at me. You don't have the right to do that. If you're not convinced, you can come and challenge my Dragonblood Legion warriors to a one-on-one anytime, regardless of gender, strength, or weakness. Choose whatever you want; life and death depend on your own abilities. "
When Long Chen said this, the eyes of the Dragonblood warriors suddenly lit up. Their eyes swept over the Tianlong Legion like leopards searching for their prey. That bloodlust and thirst made the hearts of these Tianlong Legion warriors skip a beat. For a long moment, not a single person dared to step forward.
Long Chen snorted coldly, led his men through the entrance area, and slowly walked into the Yin-Yang Realm.
Watching Long Chen lead his army into the Yin-Yang Realm, Yan Fei gritted his teeth and cursed, "
Long Chen, just you wait! If you oppose our Divine Clan, one day you'll be unable to live or die."
"Commander Yan, that's not quite right. It seems that you alone, or even the Ye family, can't represent the entire Divine Clan.
By the way, I advise you not to speak anymore, because you've already started ... It leaked air. Amid
Qiu Yang's cold sneer, people were shocked to discover that Yan Fei's head was truly deflated, gradually shriveling down, and the skin on his face even drooped down to his chest, causing everyone to exclaim in shock. What on earth had Long Chen done?