Mysterious Man

The wind blades flying all over the sky disappeared. The Demonic Path Disciple who had been fighting with Tang Waner lost the luster in their eyes and slowly collapsed.

"We won!"

Accompanied by the fall of that Core Disciple, there were no longer any living Demonic Path Disciples left on the entire battlefield.

This was a complete victory. Only a dozen or so Disciples were injured, and none of them were serious. After treatment by the medical Disciples, they had fully recovered.

This battle caused everyone's confidence to skyrocket. The Experts in the Demonic Path were nothing much after all.

"Long Chen, I won!"

Tang Waner walked up to Long Chen with an excited look on her face, but she discovered that there wasn't a trace of a smile on Long Chen's face; instead, it was frighteningly gloomy.

Everyone else also noticed this, and their cheers abruptly stopped. They looked at Long Chen somewhat at a loss.

"This was a battle with a disparity in strength. You won, and you're proud of it?" Long Chen looked coldly at everyone.

"Although the other side also had nearly a thousand people, they only had four Core-level Disciples, whereas how many do we have?

Is a victory like this worth being proud of? Look at your combat styles, what on earth are those? Are you playing games?

Yue Zifeng, as a Sword Cultivator, are you very noble? When you encounter someone weaker than yourself, you disdain to make a move?

Disregarding the life and death of the people behind you, you rushed alone into the crowd to snipeing the Experts. Does this make you appear powerful?

And those guys who each think that they are Core Disciples and therefore invincible under heaven, are you all idiots?"

Long Chen's face was ashen as he shouted at everyone: "What did I tell you? We are a collective, do not try to be a hero. Can't I be a hero and show off myself, damn it?

We must believe in the power of the collective, and we must know how to cooperate with each other. Did your ears sprout bubbles from hearing the battle plans I told you before?

Those enemies are weak to you, but to the Disciples behind you, they are a fatal threat.

They are desperately guarding your back, what do you take them for, cannon fodder or tools?"

The Core Disciples were scolded until their faces turned completely red, and their hearts were filled with guilt. Indeed, they had become somewhat full of themselves earlier. After controlling the situation, they started fighting each other on their own and failed to take care of the Disciples behind them.

On one hand, it was because of excitement, and on the other hand, vanity was also at play. Seeing other Core Disciples displaying their great style, they refused to fall behind either.

At the very beginning, they still maintained a formation, but as they fought and fought, they ended up fighting their own battles and had long forgotten Long Chen's deployment.

Many Core Disciples lowered their heads. Long Chen had once told them that wanting to activate the ancestral patterns required having cherished existences in their hearts.

But just now, they had long forgotten Long Chen's words completely; there was only themselves in their hearts. Now, scolded by Long Chen, they were all so ashamed that they wished they could find a hole to crawl into.

"And you, Tang Waner, I ask you, if you attacked with full force and fought to the death, could he withstand ten moves from you?" Long Chen's anger did not subside as he questioned Tang Waner.

Tang Waner was stunned, looking at Long Chen's furious face. This was the first time Long Chen had lost his temper so greatly with her, filling her heart with grievance.

"I…"

Tang Waner had just opened her mouth to say a sentence when she choked up and couldn't continue. She lightly bit her cherry lips, unable to make a sound.

Seeing Tang Waner choke up, Qingyu couldn't help feeling a bit heartbroken and gave Long Chen a look, but Long Chen pretended not to see it.

"Let me tell you, if you attacked with full force, he definitely wouldn't be able to withstand seven moves from you.

Yet you used close to fifty moves to kill him. Do you think a result like this is worth being excited about?

Do you know that behavior like yours will plunge the entire team into a desperate situation? If that Demonic Path Disciple had some one-time vicious methods, perhaps you could escape with your powerful cultivation base, but you would get the people around you killed, do you know that?

How many times have I told you, this is not a competition; the purpose of making a move is to kill the opponent. If one move can be used, absolutely do not use a second move.

Also Ye Zhiqiu and Gu Yang, your attacks are simply not ruthless enough. Clearly there were a few chances where you could have killed the opponent, but you didn't dare to take risks, wasting so many good opportunities in vain.

When enemies meet on a narrow path, the brave wins. If you fear death, then do not cultivate, why the hell are you participating in the Righteous and Demonic Path war? To be whetstones for others?

Why was I able to kill Wu Qi back then, whose cultivation base was higher than mine and whose combat strength was stronger than mine? That was precisely because I dared to risk my life, while he did not.

The more one fears death, the one who ultimately dies is precisely them. Therefore he died, while I am still standing here alive and kicking, scolding people.

You all disappointed me too much today. If this happens again next time, all of you damn well get lost. I'd rather go kill with my two brothers alone, saving myself from getting angry looking at you!"

After Long Chen finished scolding, his anger still did not subside. On the way here, it was clearly explained so well, yet as soon as the war started, it was forgotten completely. Anyone in his place wouldn't be able to take it.

What disappointed him the most was still Tang Waner. Possessing a powerful strength in vain, yet she was unwilling to display it to her full potential, which he simply could not understand.

"Long Chen, I was wrong… Don't be angry anymore. I understand what you mean… Will you forgive me?"

Tang Waner said while choking up. She knew that the reason for Long Chen's anger today was largely because of her. Back then, it was she who begged Long Chen to command everyone and try to let everyone return alive.

Yet her actions completely violated her own wishes, which was tantamount to deeply hurting Long Chen's trust.

But she also had her own difficulties. Although her strength was powerful, she was a woman, and in particular, she had never experienced any true life-and-death combat. To rashly change her combat style was simply too difficult.

"Return to the team. Perhaps only when the people around you have fallen will you understand what pain is, and know what the purpose of combat is," Long Chen took a deep breath and said, trying to calm himself down.

Tang Waner bit her cherry lips and returned to the team with her head lowered. The entire scene was dead silent. Even those soldiers who had survived by fluke stood in the distance not daring to even breathe loudly.

Long Chen sighed and said to everyone: "Do not wait until you lose something to know how to cherish it; do not wait until you lose something to know pain; do not wait until you lose something to know what protection is.

I can tell you unreservedly that in this Righteous and Demonic Path war, if half of the people here can return alive, it would already be considered a blessing from the heavens.

If you still do not mature now, if you die then so be it, a hundred things ended at once. But if you live, you will spend your entire life in remorse! Strive to make yourself do better, do not leave any regrets!"

"Senior Brother Long Chen, rest assured, we will only make a mistake once, and we will definitely not make it a second time."

The Core Disciples shouted loudly. They were utterly convinced by Long Chen, not only because of Long Chen's powerful combat strength, but even more so because of his magnanimity and wisdom that far surpassed ordinary people.

Long Chen nodded and said: "Now that we have reached the battlefield, we can no longer use flying Demonic Beasts.

If I guessed correctly, the Elders and the various Senior Brothers are already in a standoff with the Demonic Path Experts. Right now we must rely on ourselves.

This batch is merely the vanguard of the Demonic Path. There will be even more Demonic Path forces surging toward this side.

Being close to the battlefield has both advantages and disadvantages. The disadvantage is that the rescue Disciples of the Righteous Path are still on their way.

But as for the advantage! Hehe, it's that no one will fight us for heads, you all understand!"

Seeing that Long Chen had cleared up after the rain and revealed a smile, everyone couldn't help becoming excited again.

"Come a few people, chop off all those heads that are still relatively intact. Those are all shiny white contribution points."

Suddenly, Long Chen said to AMan: "AMan, you brat, pay attention in the future. Can't you go a bit lighter with your strikes? With this single club of yours, twenty thousand points just vanished like that."

Everyone also felt a pang of heartache. Calculated according to normal welfare, AMan's single club smashed away a month's welfare of two guilds.

"The key is that he glared at me with his eyes," AMan swung the wolf-fang club in his hand, huffing angrily and speaking very righteously.

"Alright, try to be more careful in the future. When you encounter formidable ones, try to smash their lower body and leave the head," Long Chen could only say helplessly. Although he knew AMan's memory wasn't very good, saying it was better than not saying it.

"Let me ask, what other cities are nearby?" Long Chen said to that group of soldiers.

"Reporting to Lord, eight hundred miles to the south, there is a Nanli City. The city is ten times larger than ours here, and I don't know if it has been attacked," a soldier stepped forward and said respectfully.

Long Chen nodded, raised a thumb at that group of soldiers, and said: "Guarding the commoners in the city with your own lives, you are all true warriors."

After finishing, Long Chen led everyone running straight toward the south. Before long, people from the Courtyard would arrange for the people here to evacuate, so this didn't require them to worry.

What they needed to do was kill these vanguard invading Demonic Path Disciples and not let them cause large-scale commoner casualties.

These vanguard Demonic Path Disciples were extremely detestable. They were not the true mainstream of the Demonic Path, but rather some second- and third-rate forces, while the mainstream army was still behind.

When they received the order to launch an attack, because of the close distance, they rushed out at the very first moment.

They were like a pack of wolves, continuously and frantically slaughtering commoners to refine their weapons and souls, and advance their Cultivation Methods.

Although the souls of commoners were not as powerful as those of Righteous Path Disciples, what was lacking in quality could be made up for with quantity, and it was still very considerable.

These forces were all unranked forces of the Demonic Path. When a true war started, they might not necessarily gain any benefits, so taking advantage of the geographical convenience, they wanted to grab some benefits and then retreat.

Only, they didn't expect that the randomly chosen battlefield this time was extremely close to the Xuantian Courtyard. As soon as they arrived, they were caught red-handed by Long Chen and the others.

Before they had grabbed many benefits, they were surrounded like dumplings in a pot. Long Chen led everyone speeding all the way, and suddenly far ahead, they saw a gigantic city.

In front of the city gate, over a thousand Demonic Path Disciples were frantically running forward, about to reach beneath the city gate.

"Not good, the Demonic Path Disciples are going to enter the city!"

Everyone couldn't help being greatly alarmed. If they were allowed to charge into the city, a large number of soldiers and commoners would be slaughtered.

Long Chen and the others hurriedly quickened their pace, hoping to kill their way over at the fastest speed and minimize commoner casualties as much as possible.

Suddenly, Long Chen's pupils constricted. He saw that on the city gate tower, which was dozens of zhang tall, a cloaked man had appeared, revealing only the lower half of his face beneath the nose.

Seeing that group of Demonic Path Disciples was about to rush beneath the city gate, a long bow with ancient, colorful patterns suddenly appeared in that person's hand.

His right hand gently pulled the bowstring, bending the bow like a full moon, and a golden arrow materialized upon the long bow.

"Cloud-Piercing Arrow!"

A cold, low shout, resembling the whisper of a Heavenly God, although the voice was not loud, everyone within a radius of hundreds of li heard it clearly.

Along with that person's words falling, his right hand loosened, and a golden beam of light arrow shot straight toward the Demonic Path Disciples.