Long Chen felt uncomfortable listening to her.
In fact, if it was a fight to the death, it wouldn't be necessary.
Although Emperor Shengwu's position was high and important to Long Chen, it wasn't worth it for Feng Zhilin to exchange her life and foundation for it.
In fact, in his heart, he and Feng Zhilin had always been equal. It wasn't as strange as Feng Zhilin thought. Long Chen didn't know that a woman's thoughts could be so strange.
He only thought that Feng Zhilin was fighting for him.
That was enough.
Let bygones be bygones.
Looking at her face getting paler and paler, Long Chen bit his lips and couldn't help but want to make a move.
However, if he made a move, it would mean that Feng Zhilin admitted defeat and her efforts would go to waste.
At that moment, Long Chen felt an indescribable rage, especially when he saw the smile on Ye Futu's face. He wanted nothing more than to smash that harmless face. Of course, there was also the Hall Master of the Hanwu Hall.
And Yang Chen.
Long Chen had even saved this guy's life twice. Who would have thought that he wouldn't show any gratitude?
He even said that ten of him wouldn't be a match for him …
From today's performance, if this was Yang Chen's nature, Long Chen felt that he didn't need to be polite anymore.
Just when everyone thought that Feng Zhilin was about to crush the demonic Yang Chen, Long Chen became alert.
At first, he also thought that Feng Zhilin was going to win.
After all, she used a dao weapon with five Dao patterns.
However, why didn't the divinity Yang Chen make a move? He could clearly harass Feng Zhilin.
Even if he knew that Feng Zhilin knew the Fairy Tracks of Green Field and he couldn't catch her, he didn't need to wait for death calmly.
The only possibility was that he had a backup plan.
Thinking of this, Long Chen was shocked. He became alert and the Ancient Blood Hell Formation was quietly spread out, waiting for the moment the divinity Yang Chen made a move so that he could move to Feng Zhilin's side.
"Die!"
The Wind Dragon Tendon roared madly and rolled violently, completely killing the demonic Yang Chen. Feng Zhilin was on the verge of collapse, but she revealed a smile of relief. In the next moment, the Wind Dragon Tendon flew towards the divinity Yang Chen.
As long as he could kill him, he would be victorious.
For this point, she still stubbornly insisted.
"Are you the only one with a Dao artefact?"
At this moment, the divinity Yang Chen suddenly said coldly.
When the demonic Yang Chen disappeared, the divinity on his body also disappeared, returning to Yang Chen's original appearance.
When he said those words, the Nirvana Energy in his body surged, forming a battle vortex that surrounded him. The purest battle energy swept around him.
"Firmament Tyrant Emperor Blade."
Before Yang Chen could name his dao artifact, someone had already said its name.
A golden ray of light soared into the sky, incomparably dazzling. The unblockable light made everyone close their eyes subconsciously.
As for those with weaker cultivation, their eyes hurt even more.
Long Chen saw a flash before his eyes. A huge golden blade that was almost two meters long appeared in Yang Chen's hands. Yang Chen held the blade with both hands and the aura of the Martial God exploded, sweeping the surrounding sand.
The Firmament Tyrant Emperor Blade was carved with ancient patterns. There was a total of five Dao patterns and it had a heavy aura. Although it was a Dao artefact from the Middle Ages, it had a long history.
The heavy history brought about a shocking accumulation of power. When the Firmament Tyrant Emperor Blade appeared, the Wind Dragon Tendon Chess met its match and quickly drew more power from Feng Zhilin.
Feng Zhilin cried out in pain.
The appearance of the Firmament Tyrant Emperor Blade made her extremely indignant.
The fruit of victory that was originally in her hands was going to be lost just like that.
"No, definitely not. I can't lose. If I lose, he will lose too."
This obsession caused Feng Zhilin to overexert herself again and again. Even her face started to age.
"There's no place for you to interfere today. Hurry up and go down."
Yang Chen roared and slashed the Firmament Tyrant Emperor Blade wildly. A domineering and dazzling golden blade aura shot out and instantly sent the Wind Dragon Tendon Chess flying. Feng Zhilin's power was completely unable to control the Wind Dragon Tendon Chess.
However, Feng Zhilin was still indignant. Even though she was in a daze, she still gritted her teeth and came forward.
This willpower had already moved the crowd.
"You're courting death. Do you think I'll be polite?"
Yang Chen roared in anger. Without mercy, he slashed out another blade aura and was about to cut Feng Zhilin into two.
At this moment, the outcome was already decided.
Long Chen used the Ancient Blood Hell Formation and instantly spread it out. Rebirth from a single drop of blood, he appeared behind Feng Zhilin and grabbed her soft waist, bringing her out.
This sudden change interrupted the battle between the two.
Yang Chen seemed to have expected this. He kept his dao artefact and looked at Long Chen quietly.
Long Chen brought Feng Zhilin and quietly landed on the ground under everyone's gaze.
The place was dead silent.
"Let me go, I haven't lost yet …" She almost sacrificed her life but still failed. Tears filled Feng Zhilin's eyes. She struggled and wanted to break free from Long Chen's embrace.
"Enough."
Long Chen pressed her down and said with a cold gaze, "Feng Zhilin, I have never asked you to sacrifice your life. Know your limits. This isn't the time to risk your life."
His words woke her up. She hurriedly shook her head and said, "No, I know. I have to do this." Although Long Chen was touched, he was also angered by her.
Although Long Chen was touched, he was also angered by her. He pressed her down and growled in a low voice, "Go back to where you came from. I can take care of my own matters. I am very grateful that you are willing to fight for me, but no matter what, if you throw your life away as well, it will be disrespectful to me. If I wanted you to die, why did I save you back then? Would it have been a waste of effort? Everyone's life is their own. You need to have the energy to think for yourself. Don't you want to go back and have a look? If you die here, what will you do in the future?
Actually, Long Chen didn't want to say so much.
But in his heart, he felt bad.
After saying that, Feng Zhilin smiled. She said, "So you are a selfish person. Why are you risking your life to fight for these things? For a woman in the Sword Spirit Emperor Palace, I don't have the right to do so …"
Speaking of this, she suddenly shut her mouth because she knew that her relationship with Long Chen was obviously different from Long Chen's and Lingxi's. So she hurriedly changed her words, "Forget it. I lost today. There's nothing to say. I still owe you a favor. I'll pay you back next time."
Long Chen took a deep breath. He had thousands of words in his heart but he didn't know how to say them. In the end, he said helplessly, "Don't worry about other things. Get well. I want to beat someone up."
There was no room for negotiation. He sent Feng Zhilin to Lin Junyao's side and then walked towards Yang Chen under everyone's gaze.
Feng Zhilin lost.
It was impossible for Long Chen to get the Saint Martial Emperor.
The Saint Martial Emperor was definitely the young Martial God, Yang Chen.
After knowing the news, there was a commotion among the crowd.
Some people celebrated, some people were unwilling.
However, everyone's attention was soon attracted by the battle between Long Chen and Yang Chen. Even if the Saint Martial Emperor had been decided, they still had to fight. Whether it was Long Chen or the young Martial God, everyone could see the flames of war burning in their eyes.
The atmosphere became incomparably heavy, filled with the smell of gunpowder.
The two top young geniuses were approaching. The crowd had to stay away from the battle. They always felt that there were real beasts living in their bodies.
No one said a word.
Feng Zhilin stood still and stared blankly at Long Chen's back.
She was a little confused. Was Long Chen angry because of her? She hadn't seen Long Chen angry for a long time.
There was a saying that went, 'Anger is for a beauty.'
Could she be considered a beauty?
Of course, Feng Zhilin had never thought about it. She felt that she would never have such a relationship with Long Chen in her life. Maybe there was only hatred and competition, as well as feelings, but all of these had nothing to do with true love.
But perhaps, being a confidante or something was not bad.
Anyway, Feng Zhilin felt that she was destined to be alone. She had seen through many things, so she never cared about love.
As the two geniuses were about to fight, Hall Master Hanwu interrupted them. He seemed to be worried that the crowd would forget about him, so he raised his head and announced loudly, "In the second battle, the young Martial God defeated Feng Zhilin. Judging from the current situation, the young Martial God is already a true Saint Martial Emperor. There is no need to fight in the last battle. Let us cheer for the young Martial God's victory. From today on, he is our young Emperor. One day, he will lead the hundreds of millions of disciples of the palace and control the millions of fertile lands of the Zhenwu Imperial Domain."
Under the instigation of Hall Master Hanwu, the people who belonged to Ye Futu's faction cheered.
On the other hand, the people on the other side had a cold expression on their faces, not moving at all.
"This is a historic moment. After five thousand years, our True Martial Emperor Palace has once again given birth to a Sacred Martial Emperor. He's a genius in the Martial Dao and has won the hearts of the people. He's the ideal and only Sacred Martial Emperor in our hearts. I firmly believe that he'll be a qualified leader. Let us cheer his name, Yang Chen."
"Yang Chen."
"Young Emperor."
"Saint Martial Emperor."
With Hall Master Hanwu's greeting, it seemed to be very lively.
But in fact, more than half of the people were focused on the confrontation between Long Chen and Yang Chen, and didn't pay attention to Hall Master Hanwu.
"I say, there's no need for this battle, right? Anyway, the Sacred Martial Emperor has already decided. In order to prevent someone from losing face, you can apply to not fight this battle."
The Hall Master of Hanwu Temple raised his voice and looked at Long Chen with a teasing smile.