Simply Unbearable

Everyone looked at Lu Chen, their minds struggling to comprehend.

He actually dared to make a move against the Little Wolf King.

Was he getting too arrogant?

Di Kun's eyes sharpened, and he finally took a proper look at Lu Chen.

"Who are you?"

A woman beside Di Kun suddenly asked.

Lu Chen didn't even glance at her, staring at Di Kun and sneering, "Guests should act like guests. Don't be like bandits, completely lacking in manners!"

Damn it!

Many people's eyeballs nearly fell out.

Who the hell looked like a bandit?

Ever since he arrived, he'd been hitting people or yelling at them. What was the difference between him and a bandit? And now he was turning around and calling others out.

He could say whatever he wanted with just a few words.

The other party was a guest, so wasn't he?

"Kid, do you know who you're talking to? You still dare to injure people, you suicidal fool!"

The woman beside Di Kun's face turned cold, and she drew the saber from her waist.

The saber light flashed, streaking towards Lu Chen's neck like lightning.

Clang!

Lu Chen's palm appeared below his neck, gripping the tip of the saber.

He shifted his body and yanked backward with force, his other hand swinging out.

Slap!

A loud slap landed on the woman's face.

The sound was crisp, like a thunderclap.

Many people flinched in shock.

This was even more humiliating than kicking the other person away earlier.

It was no different from slapping the Little Wolf King.

Thump!

The woman cried out and was also kicked out of the hall by Lu Chen.

The saber in her hand fell into Lu Chen's grasp. With a thought, it disappeared, directly thrown into the Myriad Manifestations Furnace to be refined.

Finally, a harvest.

"Presumptuous!" Everyone else with Di Kun roared in anger, all drawing their sabers.

"Kneel!" Di Kun bellowed, radiating killing intent.

Lu Chen flipped his hand, taking out the bone blade and pointing it at the group of people, "Who's next?"

He was challenging them directly.

Di Kun could barely stand it.

Not a single person present tried to mediate; they all watched with the mentality of spectators.

A figure shot forward, their saber moving like liquid mercury, and the potent Golden Core pressure descended like a mountain.

Lu Chen didn't retreat but advanced, his speed incredibly fast.

The moment the saber light fell, Lu Chen was already beside his opponent.

The bone blade swept past.

A massive head flew into the sky, the smell of blood filling the air.

A wave of uproar erupted.

Lu Chen reached out, and the head and corpse vanished.

He pointed his long saber again.

This time, two figures lunged forward.

But halfway through their charge, one of them had their head fly off.

The other person lunged at empty air. The moment he turned, he was facing the head of his companion being kicked towards him.

This person tried to catch it with his hand, but with a thump, as if struck in the chest by a mountain, he was sent flying backward out of the hall, his body bent like a bow by the impact of the head, spitting out a stream of blood.

Five people in total, either dead or injured, dealt a severe blow to Di Kun's pride.

As the central honored guest of this banquet, he had been severely humiliated the moment he arrived. How could he bear it?

"Kid, you've completely enraged me!" Di Kun's killing intent surged.

"Stop yapping!" Those three words sent Di Kun into a complete rage.

With a howl, a terrifying wolf shadow appeared behind him, radiating oppressive energy and immense ferocity.

His body was then covered in a layer of blood-red armor.

He expanded, growing taller and more imposing.

Accompanied by boundless bloody energy.

The Demonic Wolf King's bloodline was fully activated.

With a shake, the opponent was suddenly in front of him.

His hands, transformed into giant claws, swept past with a sharp aura.

Lu Chen's afterimage was directly torn apart.

"Scram!" Lu Chen's voice boomed like thunder as he roared.

Energy surged within him, creating spatial ripples. A blade light suddenly erupted from his hand.

Carrying a terrifying, heart-palpitating cold glint, it broke through the sharp claws and struck the Little Wolf King's chest.

Bang!

The blade energy exploded, scattering a mist of blood and a shower of scales.

Howl!

Di Kun let out a pained cry and retreated violently.

He managed to suppress the rampant blade energy with all his might.

Lu Chen, who intended to press his advantage, was blocked by the other party's subordinates.

"That's it?" Lu Chen pointed his long blade at them. "Where did you arrogant types come from?"

"Retreat!" Di Kun roared from behind, his aura growing even more violent.

"The Princess has arrived!"

Suddenly, a shout echoed from outside.

"I'm really curious how the Peerless Princess will handle this situation. I'm looking forward to it!"

Lu Yang said with a gloating expression.

The Little Wolf King suppressed his annoyance and waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to stand down.

"Come on, why are you retreating?" Lu Chen remained still, still pointing his blade at them, refusing to back down.

"If you want to die, I'll grant it!" The Little Wolf King, enraged, flipped his hand and threw a crimson bead.

"Not good!" Lu Yang's expression changed drastically. He instantly darted outside the main entrance.

The woman in red, Zhu Sha, did the same.

Those in the know, closer to the interior, showed despair.

A Blood Thunder Seed.

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow. With a thought, the Myriad Manifestations Furnace appeared and then vanished.

Including the incoming Blood Thunder Seed.

The expected explosion didn't occur.

A sharp glint flashed in the Little Wolf King's eyes.

The moment the Blood Thunder Seed disappeared, he lost all spiritual sense connection to it. How was that possible?

This was a powerful weapon refined with his own Essence Blood, and it had lost its connection.

He felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had seen a ghost.

Lu Yang and Zhu Sha, who had fled to the entrance, were so embarrassed they could have dug a hole in the ground.

They had completely lost face.

"Prodigies, heh... I've seen so many today!"

Lu Chen sneered, leisurely sat back down, and waved his hand:

"Her Highness the Princess has arrived. Go and welcome her!"

Pfft, pfft, pfft...

Many people spat out their drinks.

How could he give off the impression that he was the host?

This was unbelievable!

Everyone thought the Little Wolf King was the main character of this banquet, but it turned out to be this detestable scoundrel.

"Is this how you show respect to the Princess?" Yang Sheng finally seized on Lu Chen's words and attacked.

"I respect her in my heart. Unlike you, a hypocrite!"

Yang Sheng almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Her words were truly venomous.

As footsteps echoed, several figures walked in.

All eyes were drawn to them.

The Great Yan Princess, radiant in the northern wilderness, everyone wanted to catch a glimpse of her beauty.

Unfortunately, to their disappointment, the woman being escorted was clad in armor, her face covered by a black veil.

Lu Chen's gaze lingered on her for only a moment before shifting to the other women.

Unfortunately, to his disappointment, he didn't see Yun Niang's true face.

Seeing the scene in the hall, the Peerless Princess paused and smiled:

"If any of you have grievances, I hope you'll discuss them after the banquet. Please!"

With just a few words, she had so casually diffused the situation.

She attributed the unfolding events to their personal grudges, implying it had nothing to do with her.

The Little Wolf King's mouth hung open, nearly choking.

Lu Yang and Zhu Sha also hadn't expected the Peerless Princess to pull off such a move.

The smooth transition felt like a dream.

"Your Highness, you must uphold justice for me!" Suddenly, a piteous wail rang out.

Pang Rong, who had retreated to the corner long ago, finally found his support and crawled out, crying.

His face was covered in blood and grime, his nose was broken, and his body was covered in blood.

The Peerless Princess frowned, "What happened?"

"Him!" Pang Rong pointed at Lu Chen, "It's that scoundrel Lu Chen! He hit me just for saying a couple of words to him, clearly showing he doesn't put the Princess in his eyes! He's causing trouble at the banquet, such a disgrace, he should be thrown to the death row prisoners and dismembered alive!"

The Peerless Princess suddenly looked at Lu Chen and said sternly, "You are Lu Chen?"

Lu Chen cupped his hands slightly, "Lu Chen greets the Young Marshal!"

"Did you bring the item?"

Lu Chen blinked, so direct?

Clearly, the Peerless Princess was referring to the Blood Jade that awakened the bloodline.