Long Chen ignored Zhao Wuji as if he didn’t see him. He was focused on the pill furnace.

“Mister Zhao, this place is the Dongfang family…” The attendant’s expression changed. If she allowed Zhao Wuji to fight Long Chen here, things would take a bad turn.

Nangong Zuiyue and Beitang Rushuang just watched indifferently, not feeling worried at all. They knew that Zhao Wuji did not dare to actually fight here.

Long Chen’s divine sense slowly entered the furnace, and he sensed the majestic energy shuddering within. That energy made Long Chen feel increasingly delighted. This time, he had definitely profited.

“So Long Chen, do you want to kill yourself now?” Zhao Wuji pointed at Long Chen and shouted coldly. This was an extremely arrogant and insulting action.

“Scram!”

Without even thinking about it, Long Chen slapped Zhao Wuji in the face.

Nangong Zuiyue, Beitang Rushuang, and the attendant only saw a blur before Long Chen’s hand struck Zhao Wuji’s face.

Zhao Wuji was...