Long Chen raised his head and looked around. He was completely surrounded. Also, the few fellows that had been shaking in fear were instantly revitalized.

“Brat, now you’re doomed! This is our Falling Star Gate’s senior apprentice-brother Ying Bokong! He’s the ninth rank heavenly genius of our junior generation, a part of the sacred Silver Wing Hawk Eagle race! Kneel and repent!”

Thousands of experts had come in response to the distress signal, but of all of them, it seemed that this Ying Bokong had the strongest aura.

Long Chen eyed this Ying Bokong whose Blood Qi was like a sea. He had sharp eyes and a hook nose. He was looking coldly at Long Chen, seemingly seeing through his weaknesses.

The majority of those that had come were mixed blood. There...