The Dark Dragon clan experts began to retreat. The clan leaders left first, leaving behind a group to collect the corpses of the Dark Dragon clan experts.
Not only the Nether Dragon clan, but other clans' strong warriors also collect the bodies of their own clans. Although some corpses have turned to shredded flesh, they can still be identified. The bodies must be collected and not left exposed to the wilderness.
But Long Chen's words shocked and angered them. He actually forbade them from collecting the bodies of his own people.
"What do you mean?"
At this moment, the senior members of the Minglong clan had not yet gone far when the clan leader roared and demanded.
"The meaning is clear: the entire battlefield is my spoils of war. Since you want my life, you must pay the price." Long Chen said coldly.
"We absolutely will not allow anyone to humiliate our martyrs. A warrior may be killed, but not humiliated..."
a powerful outsider roared.
"Pfft!"
The foreign powerhouse had just started shouting when an arrow pierced his brow, instantly killing him.
Guo Ran held the golden giant crossbow and sneered, "A bunch of reckless fools. Since you chose to attack us, you should know what consequences await."
Cannot be humiliated? Fine, who can't be humiliated? Step forward! Our Dragon Blood Legion promises to kill you without humiliation, and make sure you die with dignity. Guo
Ran and the others wore mocking expressions. These alien races from various worlds were all bullies who feared the weak and feared the strong, fearing authority but lacking virtue. Reasoning with them was like playing music to a cow.
Guo Ran's words made countless powerful figures present turn pale. They didn't dare challenge the Dragonblood Legion at all. Although the Dragonblood Legion seemed to be at the end of its rope, behind the Legion was the terrifying presence of the Hall Master.
For a moment, these forces were both shocked and furious. They all turned their gaze to the Underworld Dragon clan. Among the powerful beings present, the Underworld Dragon clan had the most deaths. They wanted to see what attitude the Underworld Dragon clan would have.
"Long Chen, don't push me too far." The Dark Dragon Clan chief roared in anger.
He didn't know that Long Chen really needed these corpses; he thought he was deliberately humiliating them and making the Nether Dragon Clan look bad.
"That's just too much. So what if you?" Long Chen couldn't be bothered to waste words and retorted directly.
The Minglong clan chief was so angry his hair stood on end. He turned to the Hall Master and said coldly,
"We're all dragons. Are you really going to let him do whatever he wants?"
The Hall Master curled his lip and said,
"You traitor, how dare you call yourself a dragon? If you don't mention the dragon clan, fine, but whenever I mention the dragon clan, I want to kill you all. While I haven't changed my mind, get out of here!"
The Minglong clan leader trembled with anger, gritted his teeth, and turned to leave. The other Minglong clan experts could only follow with venomous resentment in their eyes.
Not even allowing corpses to be collected—this was a humiliation for the Nether Dragon clan. But being outmatched, they had no choice but to swallow their pride.
The Nether Dragon clan had left behind their corpses, and the other races could only swallow their pride, not daring to clean up the battlefield. They even saw some of their clan's divine weapons scattered across the battlefield, not daring to collect them. The feeling was truly tormenting.
"Clean up the battlefield, hahaha, we're getting rich!"
Before the enemy had even finished leaving, Guo Ran and Xia Chen shouted excitedly, and the two immediately charged to the battlefield. The other Dragonblood warriors also began helping to clean up the battlefield.
Clearly, Xia Chen and Guo Ran were deliberately provoking those people. Some of the foreign powerhouses were so upset they cried, but there was nothing they could do but accelerate their departure from this heartbreaking place.
"Should we go say hello?"
In the distance, within the Jiang family's elite camp, Jiang Wenyu tentatively asked.
"Going now is just treating the cold with the warm side. If you don't have the courage to lend a helping hand in times of need, then don't be a petty petty person who adds embellishment. Not only will others look down on you, but you won't also look down on yourself in the future." Feng Fei shook her head and said.
Now trying to get close? Where did you go earlier? Back then, you all acted like big shots. Is pretending to be a nobody any use now? What else can it bring besides embarrassment?
Feng Fei knew Long Chen too well. Keeping a certain distance might even make him maintain a slight fondness for her. If that moment passed, that last bit of goodwill would vanish like smoke.
"Let's go!"
Feng Fei gathered the Jiang family members. No matter what, this trip was worth it. Witnessing a world-shaking battle was a huge benefit for each of them.
Originally, the Jiang family's prodigies were all proud and arrogant. Although Jiang Wenyu tried to keep a low profile on the surface, it was all just an act. He was deliberately restraining himself to gain the position of family head and gain the support of the older generation of strong figures.
In fact, he was no different from the other two Quasi-Destiny Practitioners. The only good thing about Jiang Wenyu was that he knew to keep it in for a bit.
Now, after watching the battle between Long Chen and the Dark Dragon Amaterasu, these usually arrogant guys were like frostbitten eggplants, completely wilted.
The earth-shattering battle between Long Chen and Minglong Amaterasu had completely shattered their confidence, and they also saw the dimensional gap between themselves and the two.
What hit them most was that not only were they no match for Long Chen, but they couldn't compare to Guo Ran, Xia Chen, Yue Zifeng, or even ordinary Dragonblood Warriors. They felt like frogs at the bottom of a well who had never seen the world.
The elder generation of the Long family members also felt extremely conflicted, their hearts filled with regret. If the Jiang family had given Long Chen some help when he was weak, their relationship would be sealed.
Unfortunately, Long Chen had already reached this point. Even if the Jiang family tried everything they could to please him, they probably wouldn't have much chance. Some things, once missed, can never be remedied.
Just as Feng Fei was leaving with her people, she suddenly sensed something. She turned to look at Long Chen and saw him looking at her. Long Chen nodded slightly to her.
Feng Fei's eyes reddened, and tears nearly burst from her eyes. She held back her tears, tried her best to stay calm, nodded to Long Chen, and turned to leave with her people.
When they saw Long Chen nodding to Feng Fei, the Jiang family disciples immediately became very excited. One disciple said, "
Sister Feng Fei, why don't you invite Senior Brother Long Chen to visit our Jiang family?"
"Get lost!"
Feng Fei shouted angrily. No one expected her to suddenly become so furious, frightening the disciple into shrinking his neck, not daring to make another sound.
Feng Fei felt bitter inside. Long Chen's feelings for her were actually a form of compassion. She understood Long Chen, and Long Chen understood her even better. Precisely because he understood her, he treated her better.
This kindness made her feel both happy and sad. She was proud and didn't want others to pity her. That kind of kindness was a form of charity.
Only Long Chen knew the pain in her heart, and these disciples thought Long Chen might like Feng Fei and invited her to visit. Feng Fei was so angry she nearly burst into tears on the spot.
When Feng Fei left with the Jiang family, everyone watching the commotion also voluntarily left.
When only his own people remained on the battlefield, Long Chen finally immersed himself in the chaotic space to carefully admire his spoils.