Hearing Long Chen's question, Wenren Jingtao recalled and said, "Indeed, sometimes he seems more clear-headed, but most of the time he's a battle maniac. Other than fighting, he doesn't know anything else."
"Oh …" Long Chen was a little more cautious.
He always felt that Ye Futu was different from Wenren Xi. He was someone with great ambition. Therefore, Yang Chen's weird behavior might have something to do with Ye Futu.
Long Chen suddenly recalled that he seemed to have smelled a familiar scent on Yang Chen's body. Of course, he didn't pay much attention to it.
"What a bunch of bastards. You accepted Ye Futu's gift and yet you still act so sanctimonious. Damn you all."
Wenren Jingtao was furious. He had spent two years visiting these guys with Long Chen.
Long Chen wouldn't give them anything. They were already one step behind. Even if they weren't slow, Long Chen wouldn't do it.
"Let's go back."
Hearing Yang Chen's words, Long Chen finally gave up. He knew that it was pointless to continue. He might as well use this time to cultivate.
Together with the flustered Wenren Jingtao, they returned to their residence. After discussing with Han Yunxing and the rest for a while, Long Chen ignored these trivial matters and went into seclusion.
Although he didn't need to use his own strength in the first round of selection, whether it was the second or third round, his strength was the key. The second round of the mission was only slightly more than a month away. Long Chen wanted to make great progress in this month.
As for these few days, he focused on the God Slaying Art.
The word 'Yan' could allow him to use a stronger move that was even more powerful than the Nine Dragons Devours the Sky. When the God Slaying Art continued to improve, the Nine Dragons Devours the Sky would gradually be eliminated by Long Chen.
In fact, Long Chen knew nothing about the God Slaying Art.
He was in a rudimentary state, and he was only imitating the trajectory of the word, forming a sword move that was close to the innate Dao art. It was not the true innate Dao art, and without the comprehension of the Heaven Dao, it was impossible for him to cultivate the innate Dao art.
However, because of the God Slaying Sword and Long Chen's personal strength, as well as the fact that the God Slaying Art was a heaven-defying art to begin with, Long Chen could still rely on the God Slaying Art to unleash terrifying combat strength that surpassed ordinary connate daoist arts.
The Nine Dragons Devours the Heavens did not have an obvious grade, but its power had long surpassed that of a Grade Nine Divine Skill.
After more than ten days of training, Long Chen had become more familiar with the trajectory of the word "Yan". The word "Yan" had a total of nine strokes, which created nine streams of Sword Qi. Nine was the perfect number, and the Nine Dragons Devouring the Heavens was also nine. Therefore, the power of the second word "Yan" was much stronger than the first word "Tian". When it was fully executed, it would require almost half of Long Chen's Nirvana World Energy.
As the God Slaying Art improved, Long Chen's battle prowess also changed slightly.
And that day had finally come.
Many people felt that Long Chen did not have the face to go to the Dragon Dance Hall. He was simply going there to be humiliated. However, Long Chen was magnanimous. The first round had made him feel very helpless, but this was not a reason to defeat him. If he was afraid of them today, how was he going to turn the tables in the next two rounds and complete the final victory?
The Dragon Dance Hall was very lively. At this moment, even a first stage Nirvana Tribulation martial artist was not qualified to enter the Dragon Dance Hall. Today, it could be said that all the super elites of the True Martial Emperor Palace had gathered in the Dragon Dance Hall. Every one of them was a grandmaster of a generation, and every one of them was comparable to or even surpassed the God Defying Sect Master Lin Mo.
Lin Mo could also be considered a grandmaster of a generation.
The core strength of the True Martial Emperor Palace was all gathered in the Dragon Dance Hall to select the most important person to the True Martial Emperor Palace, the Sacred Martial Emperor, the future True Martial Emperor.
The previous generation's Sacred Martial Emperor did not live to see Zhenwu Great Emperor's death. Now, Zhenwu Great Emperor was already very old. If nothing unexpected happened, their votes would very likely become the true Zhenwu Great Emperor in the future.
They were about to create a mythical figure.
Every generation of the True Martial Emperor had actually gone through a process like this.
Although the first round did not require a battle, it was indeed a test of their past experiences. It was a symbol of popularity and support, and it was especially important. In fact, in the past, the candidates who won today were basically the Sacred Martial Emperor. After all, the votes were based on the hearts of the people.
Everyone present was a grandmaster of a generation, and they had the authority to determine who was suitable to be the Sacred Martial Emperor.
When hundreds of martial artists gathered in the Dragon Dance Hall, Wenren Jingtao came to Long Chen's side.
"Today, I will take you to the Dragon Dance Hall to accept the test. Do you have the guts to go?" Wenren Jingtao asked helplessly.
Long Chen said indifferently, "Lead the way. Such a small setback can't knock me down."
Today was a battle without any killing. If Long Chen did not go today, he would not have a chance to win in the future.
For the sake of Lingxi, for the sake of his righteousness, and to help the True Martial Emperor, the Sacred Martial Emperor became the reason why Long Chen had to work hard.
Fate told him that this position belonged to him. He needed to work hard and fight for it.
Today was a joyous occasion in the Martial God Palace. Almost all the warriors had come out of cultivation. They couldn't go to the floor of the Dragon Dance Hall, but they could gather in the True Martial Emperor's Road to discuss and clamor, waiting for the news to be announced.
Because of Han Yunxing, Long Chen's reputation in the Martial God Palace was the lowest among the three candidates. Under the influence of the elders, most people did not think highly of Long Chen.
"Look, that youth is Long Chen."
"He's a Dragon Martial Artist. The Emperor summoned him twice. He committed a crime punishable by death, but the Emperor spared him."
"I heard that many people are dissatisfied with him. Those old ancestors will definitely not vote for this guy."
"Yeah, I've also heard that he will be defeated miserably today. Who asked him to kill so many ancestors? He even dared to speak such arrogant words and break the rules of the Imperial Palace. No matter who he is, he will be punished. The lower his score is, the happier I will be."
"Of course. More than half of the people will support the Young Martial God Yang Chen. That Wind Witch is also very beautiful. But it seems that there has not been a female Sacred Martial Emperor in the Imperial Palace for a long time, so most people will support the Young Martial God. As for this guy, I don't think he will get many votes."
The people of the Martial God Palace understood that even before it started.
It was impossible for Long Chen not to understand this. But sometimes, even if he knew it was an insult and a failure, he would face it bravely and not be arrogant. That was how a man should be.
Hence, while Long Chen walked from True Martial Emperor Road to the Dragon Dance Main Hall, the curses only stopped after he reached the floor of the Dragon Dance Hall.
"You're not angry?" Wenren Jingtao looked at him in surprise.
Long Chen didn't care at all. He said, "The more slander I can take, the more applause I can take. The battle is not over yet. Who knows who will win?"
Wenren Jingtao didn't expect such a young man to have such a high level of comprehension. He had lived so many years in vain.
The Dancing Dragon Hall was grand and magnificent. There was a coiled golden dragon in the center.
Following Wenren Jingtao inside, there was a huge square with hundreds of golden seats around it. Each seat was several meters tall and several meters wide. On the seats, there were warriors above the second level of Nirvana Tribulation standing like gods, looking incomparably majestic.
As soon as Long Chen entered, hundreds of gazes landed on him. Those sharp and cold gazes were like the weight of Mount Tai or the raging waves of the sea, trying to push Long Chen out of the Dancing Dragon Hall. Long Chen grunted and tensed his muscles. As he steadied himself, he continued to walk forward proudly in the face of the oppressive gazes. Those who wanted to scare him failed.
"Come to me."
Wenren Xi, who was standing on a golden chair that was ten meters tall, had a calm expression on his face as he waved at Long Chen. Long Chen didn't even look at the others as he walked straight to Wenren Xi's side. Wenren Xi's position was the closest to the front of the group.
Long Chen's position was the same as Wenren Xi's. He found that there was a shining golden barrel in front of him, but it was empty.
"Stand there quietly. It's none of your business," Wenren Xi said.
Long Chen nodded.
"All provocations and slander are the actions of despicable people. Don't mind them," Wenren Xi said again.
Long Chen guessed that Wenren Xi probably knew about Ye Futu's gift. Given Wenren Xi's pride, he would never do something like that. Moreover, he felt that Wenren Xi's personality was incomparable to his own.
A Martial Venerable actually resorted to such childish methods.
Long Chen didn't care about being targeted. Instead, he looked around. There were more people entering the hall. Soon, the time was up and everyone was present. Other than Long Chen, Young Martial God Yang Chen, and Feng Zhilin, everyone else present was at least in the Second Nirvana Tribulation stage.
Yang Chen stood next to Ye Futu. He still looked like a wild beast. He panted heavily and stared at the crowd. Indeed, he was in this state most of the time.
Feng Zhilin stood next to Lin Junyao. She was dressed in a snow-white dress. Her beautiful face carried a hint of charm. Her graceful figure attracted the attention of many old men.
The Hanwu Hall Master stood in the center of the square. There was a pile of golden balls the size of a thumb under his feet. Seeing that everyone had gradually quietened down, he said loudly, "Everyone is here. Today's grand event in the Dragon Dance Hall will officially begin."
Next, he narrated the history of the True Martial Emperor Palace.
After he finished speaking, he kicked a pair of golden balls on the ground. Under his precise control of strength, hundreds of balls flew towards a hundred second stage Nirvana Tribulation realm martial artists.