Long Chen was enraged. Was there no end to this nonsense? Did the divine families have nothing better to do?

Long Chen grabbed the whip with his hand. It was made of metal and covered in tiny barbs. If it did strike someone, it would tear off a layer of flesh.

“A person who can make me kneel and get out of their way has yet to be born in this world,” sneered Long Chen. He pulled, causing the master of the whip to come flying out.

It was a man wearing white robes. He looked young but was already at the third step of Netherpassage.

The white-robed man hadn’t expected the black-robed man in their way to be so brazen as to actually attack. “Courting death!” As he was pulled in, he unleashed a kick at Long Chen’s face. His previous attack with the whip was not a killing blow, but this kick clearly showed that he didn’t care if Long Chen lived or died.

“Long Chen, don’t! He-!” shouted the warrior of the Heavenly Dragon Legion accompanying...