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“Ye Lingkong, do those words represent the stance of the Wind God Sea Pavilion?! Are you declaring war on Brahma Pill Valley?!” demanded the elder from the Brahma Pill Valley.
Today, he was truly dumbfounded. First, the sheer power Long Chen displayed when he killed Ye Linfeng had left him shaken. But then, the overwhelming combat strength of the Hidden Dragon Legion had shocked him even more; it was completely different from the information he had on them.
And now, even Ye Lingkong responded with open hostility—an outcome far beyond the elder’s expectations. What was this long-declined Wind God Sea Pavilion trying to achieve? Were they trying to rise once more?
“If you want to see it as a declaration of war, then go right ahead,” Ye Lingkong replied lazily, dismissing the elder’s threat with a shrug. “The higher-ups will handle it anyway, so why should I give a damn?”
“Patriarch, save me!” shouted someone.
Within the barrier, countless disciples screamed and begged to be saved. However, the elders could only watch as they fell to the Hidden Dragon Legion’s sharp swords.
“Wind God Sea Pavilion, we’ll remember this! Sooner or later, everyone will join forces to wipe you out!” one elder roared.
These grand threats had no impact and solved nothing. Meanwhile, on the battlefield, one of the eight peak experts finally slipped and fell to Tang Wan-er’s sword.
In an instant, the fragile balance of the battlefield was broken, which resulted in the death of the remaining peak experts. While they were the strongest heavenly geniuses of the various factions, today, their lives were as worthless as blades of grass.
In less than the time it took for an incense stick to burn, all the peak experts were dead. Blood soaked the ground, and corpses lay strewn about. It was a chiling sight.
Other than Tang Wan-er, everyone else from the Hidden Dragon Legion was covered in blood, some their own, but most from their enemies.
However, they didn’t mind at all. Now they wore their blood stains as badges of honor—a symbol of victor. It was a result of them challenging their fates.
In this brutal battle, not a single member of the Hidden Dragon Legion had perished, though many were injured. Some of them even had several alarming holes in their bodies.
However, these female warriors seemed completely unaffected, not even rushing to heal the injuries. The pain reminded them just how close they had come to death, and it steeled their resolve to grow stronger. They would not just survive; they would seize control of their destinies.
They were rapidly transforming. From maidens almost untouched by blood, they had become true warriors who had slaughtered millions of experts without wavering.
Together, they stood in a victorious line, gazing coldly at the experts outside the barrier. The Hidden Dragon Legion hadn’t just slain these experts' disciples; they now stood atop their bodies, looking down upon the elders who could only watch in helpless fury.
“Just you wait! You’ll pay with your lives for this massacre!”
“I won’t stop at killing you—I’ll hunt down everyone close to you!”
“You murderers, you’ll all die miserable deaths!”
The elders were about to explode from rage, so they furiously cursed from the other side of the barrier, using all kinds of ugly words without caring about their status.
Facing their twisted expressions and curses, the Hidden Dragon warriors didn’t even feel angry. Instead, they felt gratified.
The strong didn’t need to waste time cursing their foes. For these elders to stoop to such words was proof that they were utterly powerless to change the outcome.
Seeing these “mighty” half-step Divine Emperors spraying saliva like shrews shouting in the streets, the Hidden Dragon warriors looked at each other and felt a sense of pride. They didn’t know who had started it, but they suddenly burst into laughter.
The sound of their laughter only fueled the elders' fury, pushing their rage to new heights. One of the elders was so enraged that he spat blood and fainted, unable to control himself.
Seeing this, the Hidden Dragon warriors became excited, and some of them even started to dance and make faces at the elders just to taunt them. It would be even sweeter if a few more of them collapsed from anger.
However, just as the situation reached its peak, the barrier around the Wind Domain Battlefield started to heal. After the destruction caused by Long Chen and Ye Linfeng’s battle, the damaged barrier slowly closed, cutting off the two sides’ view of one another.
It was fortunate for the elders—if the mockery had continued, they might have literally been driven to death by their own fury.
“Gather all our experts! We’ll stand guard here. The Wind God Sea Pavilion won’t just sit still and watch, but I refuse to believe they’ll dare to fight our combined forces! We’ll kill all their disciples in front of them. We’ll make them taste the same pain!” shouted the elder from the Brahma Pill Valley.
“I’ll signal my resonant dragon race immediately,” another elder added. “We’ll move out in full force! If the Wind God Sea Pavilion dares to protect their disciples, it’ll be a fight to the death!”
“If all the major factions bring their full power, we’ll crush them,” a third elder growled. “We’ll wipe the Wind God Sea Pavilion off the map. If they resist, it’ll be the end of them!”
“Hopefully, they’ll fight back. That way, we can just destroy them once and for all. The Wind Domain Battlefield will be ours.”
With their disciples slain, the elders immediately sent word back to their sects and races. Their hatred for the Wind God Sea Pavilion had reached an unforgivable level.
However, what the elders seemed to have forgotten was the history between the Wind God Sea Pavilion and the other factions. In past openings of the Wind Domain Battlefield, the disciples of the Wind God Sea Pavilion had always been treated as prey, hunted down without mercy. How many of those disciples had fallen by their hands?
Outside the barrier, the leaders of the major factions were already formulating plans to destroy the Wind God Sea Pavilion. Inside, however, Long Chen and the Hidden Dragon warriors were focused on recovery. This battle had been a resounding victory for them—overwhelming in its scope.
It had to be noted that their opponents had not been the greenhouse flowers of the Wind God Sea Pavilion. No, these were vicious and relentless fighters who had fought tooth and nail in a desperate counterattack before finally falling.
Because of them, many Hidden Dragon warriors had been gravely injured, some just a hair's breadth from death.
This battle starkly highlighted the difference between theory and reality. While the Seven Treasure space offered an environment remarkably close to the real world, its simulations lacked the unpredictable elements of actual combat.
The figures within it had so few tactics and never evolved. Hence, once the Hidden Dragon warriors had grasped their opponents’ techniques, the threat lessened dramatically. By now, the Seven Treasure space was no longer that useful for them.
This had been their first true bloody battle, the first step in their transformation into true experts. Despite the wounds and scars, every moment had been worth it.
Three days later, they were fully recovered and in high spirits. It was time to move out.