The Dragon Race possessed bodies impervious to all arts to begin with. The opposing Heavenly Prodigies had not cultivated to a sufficient level, so naturally, they could not breach Long Chen's defenses. They could only flee all over the Martial Platform, chased by his Green Dragon Crescent Moon Blade. Even a glancing blow would end the fight.
Moreover, Long Chen's cultivation was only at quasi-saint realm great perfection. Surely the Heavenly Prodigies of the three great worlds couldn't send a Sub-Saint Realm Heavenly Prodigy an entire major realm above him to challenge him?!
Even if they won, it would be a dishonorable victory. The people of the Xuanhuang World would only mock them for sending someone of a higher realm to bully him after their peers failed to win.
As a result, Long Chen grew bolder with every battle. He had already effortlessly racked up more than twenty consecutive victories and looked ready to slaughter the opposition without leaving a single scrap of armor intact.
At this rate, Ying Ming Hao, Wang Baishun, Su Yan, and the others would not even need to act before the opposition was swept clean. Ying Ming Hao could secure those three concessions from Luo Shuihan without lifting a finger!
Luo Shuihan's face changed colors like a chameleon, turning pale one moment and livid the next. Had she known the opposition would crumble at a single blow, she never would have agreed to Ying Ming Hao's unreasonable demands. Now it was too late to regret it. She wanted to cry but had no tears!
Soon, Long Chen unleashed his might and secured several more resounding victories. He stole all the limelight, earning cheers and shouts from the audience below that surged like an avalanche and shook the ears.
The Heaven's Chosen of the three