Chapter 5745: The Crime Does Not Warrant Death.
"Resisting the Divine Flame?"
The elder couldn't help but be greatly surprised.
On the person's wound, there was a purple divine radiance flowing, a power left by Long Chen.
And when the elder wanted to erase that power, the divine light instantly ignited, causing intense pain that directly made the person faint. He couldn't actually eliminate the power of the flames.
The elder's face darkened instantly, flames of divinity ignited on his large hand. Refusing to believe it, he directly pressed it onto another person's wound.
"Ah..."
As a result, that person immediately let out a scream reminiscent of a slaughtered pig. In the clash between the two forces, he endured extreme pain, convulsing a few times. After a few convulsions, he suddenly foamed at the mouth and also fainted.
"I refuse to believe in that nonsense."
The elder was both shocked and angry. He, the illustrious Purple Crown Divine Emperor, was unable to suppress the Purple Blood Divine Flame of a mere Heavenly Saint? He walked directly toward the third person.
The third person, upon seeing the miserable state of the first two, panicked and cried out, "Elder, I think I'd rather... Ah!"
However, the elder paid no attention to his pleas. Flames surged on his hand as divine power erupted. Without any explanation, he slapped the person's arm.
The person immediately screamed, the intense pain distorting his features. Suddenly, the cry came to an abrupt halt, and he also fainted.
Three consecutive attempts, and all of them had failed. The elder's face turned gloomy. This was practically slapping him in the face. So many disciples were watching around.
His complexion turned as dark as can be. For so many years, he had never been so humiliated. The screams of these three individuals were like a powerless rebuke to him.
At this moment, the fellow who had previously had half his face shattered by Long Chen's slap, his chin hanging down, looked at the elder with a face full of fear. His whole body was trembling because the elder was staring at him intently.
"Ah..."
That individual was so frightened that he turned and tried to run. However, as soon as he lifted his leg, the elder caught his other leg, forcibly pulling it back.
"You bunch of brats always like to stir up trouble for no reason, don't you? You want to leave without any punishment?"
Seeing only the last person left, the elder knew this was his last chance. If he couldn't suppress Long Chen's flames now, he would become a laughingstock.
Although he hadn't witnessed the specific process, having lived for so many years, he could easily guess what had happened. In his eyes, whether it was Long Chen or these four individuals, none of them were good people. They acted recklessly and treated him, an elder, as a mere decoration.
"Ah... Please spare me, I won't dare anymore..." The person who was caught let out a terrified scream, struggling incessantly. But in front of the Purple Crown Divine Emperor, he was like a helpless chick, utterly unable to break free.
"Shut up! I refuse to believe it won't work this time." The elder roared, flames swirling on his other hand, forming a vortex that he pressed onto the person's face.
"Mmm... Mmm..." His mouth was sealed shut, he struggled frantically, but he couldn't escape at all. After a moment, he stopped struggling altogether.
A faint smile gradually appeared on the elder's face. "Just a small Heavenly Saint, did you really think I, an old man, couldn't suppress a little flame like this? Too naive."
However, when his large hand left the person's face, the smile vanished from his face, and those around him simultaneously let out a series of gasps.
By now, the person's entire face had been burnt, unrecognizable from his original appearance. What shocked everyone even more was that, at this moment, they could no longer sense any fluctuations from his soul.
"Dead?"
Everyone's mouths hung open in astonishment.
The elder was also in panic now. He hurriedly pressed his hand against the person's forehead, channeling soul power in a desperate attempt to reignite the flame of his soul. However, to his horror, he found that the flame of the person's soul had been completely extinguished. There was no room for salvation. In other words... he was dead.
He hadn't died at Long Chen's hands, but rather in the midst of his "rescue" attempt. At that moment, he was utterly dumbfounded.
Previously, he had been so focused on erasing Long Chen's bloodline divine flame that he had forgotten that this person's wound was different from the others. It was on his head.
In his violent suppression, Long Chen's bloodline divine flame had indeed been extinguished, but his power, along with the person's innate life fire, had been extinguished as well.
This was akin to a house catching fire in a village, and you respond by flooding the entire village with water. The elder was completely befuddled.
"Buzz."
Just at that moment, Long Chen emerged from the divine pillar. When he saw the elder's large hand pressing on the person's forehead, he couldn't help but be surprised:
"Elder, while this person has committed minor wrongs, they don't deserve death, right?"
Long Chen had thought that the elder, in his rage, had slapped the person to death. He himself was baffled. After all, this person wasn't even from the Luo family; how could he be given such special treatment?
However, Long Chen's words almost drove the elder mad. He had intended to save the person, but now it had turned into a killing. And here was Long Chen making sarcastic remarks. The elder turned his head with an intense, dagger-like glare and reached for the collar of Long Chen's robe.
"Smack."
In the instant he moved, Long Chen was startled. He instinctively slapped out, creating a loud sound as the elder was sent flying by Long Chen's slap, crashing heavily into the crowd.
A series of gasps erupted from the onlookers; none dared to catch the elder. With a smack, the elder was sent tumbling in an ungainly manner, a pronounced bloody mark left on his face.
The disciples who had come to cultivate here were all dumbfounded, staring at Long Chen in shock. Had this guy gone crazy? He dared to hit even the elder?
"Wow wow wow, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. That was just a reflex. I didn't mean it." Long Chen quickly raised his hands in a placating gesture, trying to convey his innocence.
"You little beast, you're courting death…"
The elder hadn't expected that a disciple would actually dare to resist him. Consumed by fury, he leaped up from the ground, a fierce killing intent surging skyward.
"Swish."
The longsword was unsheathed, akin to a dragon's roar. The sword, like a rainbow, flashed and struck like lightning.
"Thud."
Before the elder could even react, the sharp longsword had already pierced through his chest. Long Chen's sinister gaze was now right in front of him. Long Chen gritted his teeth and said:
"Old man, dare to say it again?"
A pervasive aura of killing intent surrounded Long Chen. He absolutely couldn't tolerate that particular phrase; it insulted his parents. Even if the person uttering it was an elder of the Purple Blood clan, it didn't matter.
The elder's face was now filled with shock. Sensing the destructive power gathering within the longsword in his chest, his life was now held in Long Chen's hands.
"Aren't you afraid of death?" The old man yelled in terror.
"If you're of any use, repeat the words you just said. Let's see if I dare to take your life," Long Chen said each word deliberately.
If this weren't the Luo family's domain, this person would have been dead already. Long Chen wouldn't have given him a chance to speak.
The elder trembled all over, whether out of anger or fear, but he didn't dare to repeat his earlier words.
"What's going on here?"
At that moment, a group of elders suddenly appeared. When they saw this scene, they were dumbfounded.
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