Everyone looked at Lu Chen, their minds unable to process it.
He actually dared to lay hands on the Little Wolf King.
Wasn't he getting a little too full of himself?
Di Kun's eyes turned sharp as he finally began to scrutinize Lu Chen properly.
"Who are you?"
A woman beside Di Kun suddenly spoke.
Lu Chen did not even glance at her. Staring at Di Kun, he sneered, "Guests should act like guests. Don't behave like bandits with no manners at all!"
Holy shit!
Many people's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Who the hell was acting like a bandit?
Ever since he came in, he had either beaten people or cursed at them. How was he any different from a bandit? Yet now he was turning around and accusing others.
With his lips opening and closing, he could say whatever he pleased.
They were guests, so wasn't he one too?
"Kid, do you know who you're talking to? You dare hurt someone? You death-seeking thing!"
The woman beside Di Kun's face turned cold, and she drew the curved blade at her waist.
A flash of blade light streaked toward Lu Chen's neck like lightning.
Clang!
Lu Chen's palm appeared beneath his neck and gripped the blade's tip.
He twisted sideways, yanked back hard, and swung out his other hand.
Slap!
A resounding slap landed across the woman's face.
The sound was crisp, like a thunderclap exploding.
Many people shuddered in shock.
This was even more humiliating than kicking someone away with a single blow.
It was no different from slapping the Little Wolf King across the face.
Thud!
The woman screamed and was kicked out of the hall by Lu Chen as well.
The curved blade in her hand fell into Lu Chen's grasp. With a thought, it vanished, tossed directly into the Myriad Manifestations Furnace to be refined.
At last, there was some gain.
"Outrageous!" The others Di Kun had brought all shouted furiously and drew their curved blades in unison.
"Kneel!" Di Kun roared, murderous intent surging around him.
Lu Chen flipped out his bone blade and pointed it at the group. "Who's coming?"
He challenged them outright.
Di Kun simply could not tolerate it.
Not one person present tried to mediate. They were all eager to watch the spectacle unfold.
A figure shot toward him, the blade in his hand pouring forth like mercury spilling across the ground. The immense pressure of a Golden Core cultivator crashed down like a mountain.
Rather than retreat, Lu Chen advanced, moving at astonishing speed.
The instant the blade light fell, Lu Chen had already reached the opponent's side.
The bone blade swept past.
A massive head soared into the air, and the stench of blood spread through the hall.
A wave of shocked cries erupted.
Lu Chen reached out and brushed his hand over them, and the head and corpse vanished.
His long blade pointed forward again.
This time, two figures lunged out.
Yet one of them had his head sent flying before he even reached the middle of the way.
The other lunged at empty air. The moment he turned around, he faced his companion's head as it came hurtling toward him.
He tried to catch it with his hands, but with a thud, it was as though a mountain had smashed into his chest. The head struck him into a bent shape, and he sprayed a long stream of blood as he flew backward out of the hall.
Five people in a row had either died or been injured, savagely damaging Di Kun's pride.
As one of the core guests being entertained at this banquet, he had been viciously humiliated the moment he arrived. How could he bear it?
"Kid, you have completely enraged me!" Di Kun's killing intent skyrocketed.
"Quit yapping!" Those three words made Di Kun explode completely.
With a wolfish howl, a terrifying wolf phantom appeared behind him, brimming with savage aura and monstrous might.
A layer of blood-red armor also covered his body.
His body swelled, growing taller and more muscular.
Boundless blood qi surged around him.
The Demonic Wolf King's bloodline was fully awakened.
With a flicker, he arrived before Lu Chen.
His hands had transformed into enormous claws, sweeping past with razor-sharp force.
Lu Chen's afterimage was instantly torn apart.
"Get lost!" Lu Chen's voice boomed like thunder as he let out a roar.
Energy thundered through his body, sending ripples through space. A blade light suddenly erupted from his hand.
Carrying a terrifying cold gleam that made hearts palpitate, it tore through the claws and slammed into the Little Wolf King's chest.
Bang!
Blade force exploded, blasting up a cloud of blood mist along with countless flying scales.
Awooo!
Di Kun let out a miserable howl and was blasted backward.
Yet he forcibly suppressed the berserk blade qi.
Lu Chen, who wanted to press the attack, was stopped by Di Kun's people.
"That's it?" Lu Chen pointed his long blade at them. "Where did all that arrogance come from?"
"Stand down!" Di Kun roared from behind them, his aura growing ever more violent.
"The Princess has arrived!"
A shout suddenly rang out from outside.
"I truly wonder how the Peerless Princess will deal with this scene. I am looking forward to it!"
Lu Yang wore a gloating expression.
The Little Wolf King viciously suppressed the agitation in his heart and waved his hand, ordering his subordinates to withdraw.
"Come on, why are you backing down?" Lu Chen remained where he was, still pointing his blade at him, refusing to let it go.
"If you want to die, I'll grant you that!" The Little Wolf King flew into a rage and flicked out a crimson-red bead.
"Not good!" Lu Yang's expression changed drastically when he saw it, and he flashed out through the main doors.
The red-clad Zhu Sha did the same.
Those who knew what it was and stood farther inside revealed despairing expressions.
Blood Thunder Seed.
Lu Chen raised a brow. With a thought, the Myriad Manifestations Furnace appeared for an instant before vanishing.
Along with the incoming Blood Thunder Seed.
The expected explosion never came.
A sharp light flashed in the Little Wolf King's eyes.
The instant the Blood Thunder Seed vanished, he lost his soul connection to it. How was that possible?
This was a great killing weapon crafted through a special refinement process using his own Essence Blood, yet he had actually lost all connection to it.
As though he had seen a ghost, a chill rose from the depths of his heart.
Lu Yang and Zhu Sha, who had fled to the doorway, were so embarrassed they could have dug out a two-bedroom apartment with their toes.
They had lost face all the way abroad.
"A heavenly genius, huh? Heh... I've seen quite a few of those today!"
Lu Chen sneered, leisurely sat back down, and waved his hand.
"Her Highness has arrived. Hurry up and go greet her!"
Pfft, pfft, pfft...
Many people spat.
Why did it feel as though he were the host?
This was truly fucked up!
Everyone had thought the Little Wolf King would be the star of this banquet, but it turned out to be this hateful bastard.
"So this is how you show respect to the Princess?" Yang Sheng finally caught hold of Lu Chen's weakness and immediately attacked.
"I do it in my heart, unlike you, you hypocrite!"
Yang Sheng nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.
That mouth of his was fucking poisonous.
As footsteps sounded, several figures entered.
Everyone's gazes were drawn over.
The princess of Great Yan was famed for her beauty throughout the desolate north. No one did not wish to glimpse her true appearance.
Unfortunately, to everyone's disappointment, the woman surrounded by guards wore a suit of armor, with a layer of black gauze covering her face.
Lu Chen's gaze lingered on her for only an instant before shifting to the other women.
Unfortunately, he was disappointed to find that Yun Niang's true face was nowhere to be seen.
Seeing the scene in the hall, the Peerless Princess paused, then smiled.
"If you all have grievances, I hope you can settle them after the banquet. Please."
With just a few words, she effortlessly defused the situation.
She categorized what had happened as a grudge between them, something that had nothing to do with her.
The Little Wolf King opened his mouth and nearly choked to death.
Lu Yang and Zhu Sha had not expected the Peerless Princess to pull such a move either.
It was so smooth it felt like a dream.
"Your Highness, you must uphold justice for me!" A miserable cry suddenly rang out.
Pang Rong, who had long since retreated to the corner, finally found someone to rely on. Crying miserably, he crawled out.
His face was smeared with filthy blood, his nose bridge was broken, and blood covered his entire body.
The Peerless Princess frowned. "What happened?"
"Him!" Pang Rong pointed at Lu Chen. "It's Lu Chen, that bastard! I only said a few words to him, and he beat me. He clearly has no regard for Your Highness, causing trouble at the banquet. Such a disgrace should be thrown into the death row prison and flayed alive!"
The Peerless Princess suddenly looked at Lu Chen and said in a grave voice, "You are Lu Chen?"
Lu Chen cupped his hands slightly. "Lu Chen greets the Young Marshal!"
"Did you bring the item?"
Lu Chen froze. Was she being this direct?
Clearly, the Peerless Princess was referring to the blood jade that awakened one's bloodline.
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