Perhaps because he fully unleashed the potential of the golden dragon within him.
Long Chen’s current strength was not the least bit inferior to the Six Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty. He had become a Tianmai martial artist, and with the terrifying defensive power of the dragon clan, achieving a ranking among the Six Young Masters would surely not be difficult.
Of course, compared to Ling Xiao, there was still a significant gap.
Although he wanted to compete with his respected Big Brother Ling, he had little confidence deep down.
After landing, Long Chen headed straight towards the Yuehua Sect’s direction. As the only disciple from Shenjian Gate to enter the finals of the Martial Dao Festival, upon arriving here, he naturally had to meet the Grandmaster.
As for the other high-ranking members of Shenjian Gate, they had not come, as their strength was not even comparable to Ling Xiao’s.
As long as Ling Xiao was here, Long Chen was unlikely to encounter any trouble.
“Are there such formidable disciples outside the Twelve Sects?”
Long Chen’s arrival indeed drew the attention of many.
Especially those with narrow minds, seeing that even a small sect like Shenjian Gate could produce such a person, wanted to cause him trouble. If they could cripple Long Chen on the spot, it would be even better for them.
Thus, a group of people condensed their auras and blasted them towards Long Chen, completely disregarding his life or death.
In the eyes of these disciples from prominent sects, the death of someone from Shenjian Gate was no big deal, and they would not care in the slightest.
These people numbered no fewer than a hundred. Although they ranked towards the lower end of the top twenty, the combined aura of so many people was incredibly terrifying, like towering waves crashing towards Long Chen, extremely fearsome.
“Hmph!”
Long Chen let out a cold hum. The pride of the dragon clan made him keep a low profile and respectful only in front of Ling Xiao; facing anyone else, he would never back down.
Even in death, he would not bow his head.
A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from him, like an ancient ferocious beast, fierce and extraordinary.
It was as if a king between heaven and earth had descended, domineering and ferocious, not inferior to the Six Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty.
Pfft—
Suddenly, a sect disciple targeting Long Chen spat blood and collapsed on the ground.
Then came the second, third, fourth. Those with insufficient strength, facing this terrifying dragon might, who could withstand it?
In the end, out of over a hundred people, more than fifty spat blood and were severely injured, truly bringing shame upon themselves.
“A bunch of trash!”
Long Chen sneered, continuing forward to the Yuehua Sect camp, clasping his hands in greeting to the crowd.
The surrounding people were somewhat incredulous.
“This kid is definitely another dark horse!”
“Indeed, he has the potential of a young giant. His aura is not inferior to the Six Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty. How did he cultivate like this?”
“Look at the dragon’s majesty and aura on him. His martial soul is probably a dragon martial soul.”
“How could a small sect like Shenjian Gate cultivate such a terrifying person?”
To be honest, even Lan Yuer was shocked by Long Chen’s performance.
She knew Long Chen was friends with Ling Xiao. When she saw Long Chen in the Zhenmo Forbidden Land before, he was not this impressive, only slightly stronger than Leng Hao and Dai Yuling.
Yet now, Long Chen’s strength far surpassed those two.
“You three need not feel discouraged. His is a special case.”
Yue Nü said lightly.
As for the specifics, she naturally could not say.
If it were known that the dragon clan had reappeared, it would surely cause a huge uproar.
The top ten young giants all took an extra glance at Long Chen.
Mo Wushang’s demonic eyes flickered, and he said expressionlessly. “This person’s aura is second only to His Highness the Holy Son. However, lacking experience, he is undoubtedly one of the Six Young Masters, but which rank is hard to say.”
Feng Yaorao also nodded. “Indeed, this time the Six Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty are destined for a major shake-up. Probably, except for His Highness the Holy Son and you, the rest will have to step aside.”
Mo Wushang glanced at the Holy Son, took a deep breath, and thought to himself. Except for the Holy Son, I do not take anyone seriously. This person is no exception. Though strong, he is definitely not my match.
The Six Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty all had similar thoughts, each brimming with confidence, absolutely refusing to believe they would lose to others.
But they now shared a common thought: Long Chen was indeed very formidable.
“Look, the city gate is opening!”
At that moment, someone shouted, drawing everyone’s attention towards the holy city.
Wu Xiang glanced at the slowly opening city gate.
The gate towered into the clouds, hundreds of metres high, built in some unknown way. Just the opening of the gate generated raging winds, making it impossible for ordinary people to approach.
“Just got the news that the confirmed start time for the Martial Dao Festival finals is three days from now. Let’s enter the city and find a place to stay first. All sects with participating disciples have designated residences.”
Wu Xiang spoke up.
Lan Yuer asked puzzled. “Sect Leader, why three days later? Shouldn’t everyone have arrived by now? Shouldn’t the competition start immediately?”
Wu Xiang smiled. “This is, of course, deliberate. Long journeys cause wear and tear, which would reduce the quality and excitement of the finals, so resting is best.
Moreover, the Martial Dao Festival is a big event for the holy city. It needs to let the martial artists spend some money, boosting the income of the holy city’s residents.
Additionally, the preliminary preparations take some time, and the holy city needs to communicate with the representatives of each sect.”
After explaining, Wu Xiang looked towards the Yueguang Treasure Ship, where Ling Xiao still showed no movement.
The people from other sects had already begun entering the city.
But they were not worried about lodging, as the holy city would surely have arranged it in advance.
Inside the quiet wooden house, milky-white energy streams continuously flowed into Ling Xiao’s body.
These energies, influenced by the Tianmai Pill and in coordination, were slowly transforming into Tianyuan Force.
As the Tianyuan Force increased, Ling Xiao’s cultivation was steadily improving.
Jin Guang Tianzun, guarding outside the door, suddenly sensed the fierce energy within the house, revealing a look of joy and becoming even more vigilant of the surroundings.
At this time, Ling Xiao must not be disturbed. Any interruption could lead to not only the danger of qi deviation but, even if minor, a reduction in cultivation, preventing a breakthrough.
Inside the house, a relaxed smile appeared on Ling Xiao’s face.
This breakthrough, though not easy, could be said to have come naturally, without any resistance.
As the Tianyuan Force continued to condense, the glow around Ling Xiao’s entire body grew brighter, making him look almost like a golden statue.
The fluctuations of spiritual energy and Tianyuan Force lasted a full hour. Most sect members outside had already entered the city, and Ling Xiao’s cultivation finally concluded.
Inside the wooden house, the golden light vanished, the energy subsided, as if nothing had happened.
Yet Ling Xiao knew clearly that his cultivation had broken through again.
