Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 5326 Inner Disciple

As soon as the man raised his hand, Long Chen flicked him lightly across the face, sending him to the ground. The man grunted as the air was knocked out of him, and then passed out.

“You dare to fight back?!” shouted one of the man’s companions.

The group was enraged, as if Long Chen should have obediently let himself be beaten, as if resistance was a great blasphemy to them. They immediately swamped him.

“Aiya!” “What the fuck?!” “My arm!”

In an instant, all of the guys lay on the ground, writhing in pain. The only one left standing was the arrogant woman, and she was staring at Long Chen in shock. He had moved so fast that she barely saw him before the others collapsed.

“You guys have quite a temper for being so weak. Children, remember to never leave the Wind God Sea Pavilion, or you’ll die before you even realize what’s happening,” advised Long Chen.

Most disciples of the Wind God Sea Pavilion lacked skill in close-range combat, likely because they focused too much on their Spiritual Strength and wind energy. Overall, their close-quarters abilities were weaker than those of average cultivators.

Perhaps their lives had been too comfortable, resulting in their fighting skills being tailored only for martial stage’s displays—flashy but filled with openings. Long Chen knew he could kill dozens of these disciples with a single strike.

Still, this wasn’t surprising to him. While the Wind God Sea Pavilion’s disciples might be weak in hand-to-hand combat, once they unleashed their wind energy, their killing power could be terrifying. However, no matter how shocking their killing power was, once an enemy got close to them, they were done for.

Qing Xi had suffered the same fate. She had let Cheng Ye get close and injure her, weakening her. However, these disciples were even worse than Qing Xi in this regard.

“Who... who are you?!” the woman asked, her voice quivering.

Long Chen ignored her and walked past the group just like that. Seeing this, Qing Xi could only thicken her face and follow him. In any case, things had spiraled out of her control.

Just as they entered the pavilion, a crowd of disciples appeared, drawn by the commotion.

“Senior apprentice-brother Long Chen, please hold back. I’ll report this to senior apprentice-sister Wan-er. Please try not to escalate things!” Qing Xi said nervously. Sensing the unfriendly expressions from the approaching disciples, she quickly ran off to make the report while everyone’s attention was on Long Chen.

“Who are you? Why did you harm disciples of the Wind God Sea Pavilion? If you don’t give us a good reason, don’t even think about leaving!” shouted someone as they surrounded Long Chen.

“I wasn’t planning on leaving,” Long Chen replied. “Move aside. I’m not here to argue with you. I’m here for my fiancée.”

“Your fiancée? Who is your fiancée?” one of the disciples asked.

“She is one of the Wind God Sea Pavilion’s eight divine daughters, Tang Wan-er,” Long Chen declared arrogantly.

The disciples were stunned at first, but their shock quickly turned into outrage.

“Where did this wild brat come from?! How dare you speak of our divine daughter like that? Are you tired of living?!” shouted one of the disciples.

Long Chen’s patience wore thin, and he replied, “You should be grateful that I’m in a good mood right now. Do you realize how close you are to being beaten?”

Long Chen tried his best to stay calm. This was Tang Wan-er’s sect, and it wasn’t the place for him to cause a scene. Besides, he knew that if he lost his temper, he might not be able to control himself and could do something he’d regret. Other than that, these people were only outer disciples of the Wind God Sea Pavilion. For him to fight them would be like bullying children, and he didn’t want to embarrass himself.

“Bastard, you dare to look down on us?!” one of the disciples yelled, charging at Long Chen.

Before they knew it, Long Chen vanished, leaving the disciples looking around in confusion. They didn’t even see where he went.

Finally, one of them cried out and pointed upward. Long Chen was sitting casually on top of the Wind God Stone, looking down at them.

Those disciples were livid. The Wind God Stone was a sacred object of the Wind God Sea Pavilion, with characters personally written by the Wind God. Sitting on it was a blasphemous act to the Wind God and the greatest provocation to the Wind God Sea Pavilion.

“Get down here, brat! Even ten thousand deaths wouldn’t atone for your blasphemy toward the Wind God Stone!” one of the disciples yelled.

However, despite their fury, no one dared to attack Long Chen because they didn’t dare to fly on top of the Wind God Stone. Seeing this, Long Chen smiled. He had expected this reaction and had purposely climbed up there to avoid further conflict. Now, he could just wait for Tang Wan-er without having to lift a finger.

However, Long Chen didn’t realize the extent of his taboo act. More and more disciples gathered, shouting for him to come down, but he ignored them all.

This was the entrance to the Wind God Sea Pavilion, a busy place where disciples often came and went. Before long, tens of thousands of them had gathered, filled with outrage. After a while, some of them started to whisper amongst themselves, speculating about Long Chen’s background.

“Out of the way!” a cold voice suddenly rang out. T

The next moment, the outer disciples parted, giving way to a group of figures with strong auras.

Long Chen glanced at them. The newcomers wore robes adorned with golden thread, unlike Qing Xi’s silver-embroidered robes.

“Inner disciples!” someone gasped, confirming Long Chen’s suspicions.

A group of seven inner disciples approached, led by a stocky, fierce-looking man who seemed to hold a great deal of prestige among the disciples.

“Come down, little fellow, or you’ll be beaten black and blue,” the fierce-looking man warned.

“No thanks,” Long Chen replied with mock fear. “If I come down, you’ll beat me, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to beat you.”

“You...!” the fierce-looking disciple was furious. “Come down! I swear I won’t beat you!”

Tch, and who’s to say the others won’t? Long Chen thought. He had seen through tricks like this when he was a child.

Shaking his head, Long Chen replied, “No way! You look too scary. Just look at your own face—you’re clearly not someone I can trust. I don’t believe you.”

Several disciples tried to suppress their laughter. The man really did have a frightening face, but no one had ever dared to mention it. When Long Chen pointed it out, the surrounding disciples did their best to hold back their laughter.

The man trembled with rage and leaped into the air, lunging at Long Chen. In his fury, he no longer cared about all the rules.

“Heavens! Get away from me, you brute!” Long Chen pretended to panic, falling to the floor and kicking his legs wildly.

One of his feet landed squarely on the disciple’s face, sending him crashing to the ground with a thud.

The entire crowd went silent as they stared at the clear footprint on the man’s face.