There was a sea of people ahead. Hundreds of thousands of disciples were watching an intense battle. Sand and stone tore through the air alongside the powerful winds.

There were two figures on the battlefield. One was a beautiful figure surrounded by whirling wind blades. Like a celestial goddess, she was Tang Wan-er.

The one she was facing was a man in thick armor. That armor had runes the color of the ground, and powerful earth energy continuously surged towards him. It was the Western Desert’s heavenly genius, Yan Mochen.

“It’s sister Wan-er. Boss, let’s go cut down that ground beetle,” raged one of the Dragonblood warriors.

“Hey, what did I tell you guys before? This place is not the Eastern Wasteland. Don’t think about fighting and killing all day. Use kindness to subdue others. Furthermore, Wan-er isn’t losing. She hasn’t fought in a long time, so fighting a bit is good. Maybe then she won’t want to fight me all day. Let’s go find a good place to watch.” Long Chen didn’t plan on immediately interfering....