Long Chen ignored the pressure of Han Zijun’s manifestation, slapping him with the back of his hand as easily as if he was a disobedient child.

Han Zijun’s head was spinning. Seeing other people’s strange gazes, he let out a furious roar. A sword appeared in his hand.

Long Chen’s figure flashed, and he once more slapped Han Zijun in the face. This time, Han Zijun spun dozens of times through the air like a spinning top.

“You even dare to raise a weapon against me? Your guts aren’t small.”

Long Chen slapped him again with the back of his hand, sending him spinning in the opposite direction. His body twisted like dough, and at the same time, bloody teeth flew through the air like flowers.

“Long Chen, what are you doing?!” shouted the elder from the outer branches of the divine families.

“Old ghost, shut your mouth. If you want to keep your teeth, then tighten your fart hole,” said Long Chen coldly.

Han Zijun stabilized while Long Chen was speaking. His manifestation shook as he activated his Spirit Blood....