Chapter 14

The person who arrived was a young man, around fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a yellow robe and a golden crown, looking very noble.

"Pay respects to the Seventh Prince."

As soon as the young man arrived, everyone hurriedly knelt down to pay their respects, even Shi Feng, who was extremely unwilling, had to kneel.

The young man's name was Chu Feng, the seventh and youngest son of the current emperor of Fengming Empire, Chu Tiankuo.

It was said that when Chu Feng was born, Chu Tiankuo had already entered seclusion and had not emerged since, so Chu Feng had never seen what his biological father looked like.

Longchen had heard a lot about Chu Feng, knowing that he was born to the Empress of the Western Palace, and had been pampered since childhood, being arrogant and tyrannical. Apart from the Crown Prince, there was almost no one he feared. He never expected Chu Feng to come here today.

However, seeing Zhou Yaoyang by his side, Longchen immediately understood, guessing that this was probably aimed at him.

According to the etiquette between ministers and princes, all young lords had to kneel and pay respects to the prince. Fat Yu and Shi Feng, among others, all knelt down. Unless they had reached the Blood Condensation Realm, they could not be exempted from this.

Longchen curled his lips. A second-generation rich kid, wanting me, Longchen, to kneel to you? Apart from my parents, there is no one else who deserves my kneeling.

The Seventh Prince, Chu Feng, glanced at everyone indifferently. Suddenly, he saw Longchen, who stood out like a crane among chickens, sitting there calmly, and his face darkened.

"Longchen, how dare you! The Seventh Prince is here, and you do not even kneel and pay respects. Do you want to rebel?"

By the side of the Seventh Prince, Zhou Yaoyang and others did not expect Longchen to be so bold, daring to openly defy the Seventh Prince.

Wang Mang, who had been slapped hard by Longchen before, was overjoyed at the sight. Afraid that Longchen would react, he quickly shouted, trying to pin a big label on Longchen.

Everyone was shocked, especially Fat Yu and others, who were so scared that they broke out in a sweat. The conflicts between young lords were just minor squabbles.

But if they offended the Seventh Prince, it could cost them their heads, especially since Longchen's actions were clearly treasonous.

Zhou Yaoyang's eyes clearly showed a hint of excitement. He had a bit of a relationship with the Seventh Prince and often accompanied this foolish prince in eating, drinking, and playing.

Today, he suddenly had a whim to bring the Seventh Prince over, hoping to suppress Longchen. After all, Longchen's defeat of Li Hao had greatly enhanced his reputation in the capital.

As for Zhou Yaoyang and others, they felt as if they had been slapped hard, as they had bet all their wealth on Li Hao. Now, their group was living a tight life, and the days of indulgence were long gone.

What he did not expect was that things turned out to be even simpler than he imagined. Without any need for him to provoke, Longchen had already ignited the Seventh Prince's anger.

Hearing Wang Mang's angry shout, Longchen's lips curled in disdain, and he smiled slightly, saying with some concern, "Wang Mang, how did Li Hao's egg taste? Seeing your full forehead and round cheeks, it seems that egg was quite nourishing."

Wang Mang's face immediately changed, and his stomach churned as if a storm was raging. The incident from last time had left him with a severe aftereffect.

Now, whenever he ate, he would think of that day, and he would vomit reflexively.

He could not eat anything now and had lost a lot of weight. He was far from the "full forehead and round cheeks" that Longchen described; he looked more like a zombie.

Wang Mang's face turned purple with anger, but he did not dare to say a word, desperately suppressing the urge to vomit, afraid that he would vomit if he opened his mouth.

"Longchen, you are just a minor young lord, with no official rank or title. Why do you not kneel when you see me, the prince?" the Seventh Prince said angrily, pointing at Longchen.

The Seventh Prince was used to being arrogant, and even other princes and princesses did not dare to provoke him. Seeing a minor young lord dare to ignore him, he was furious.

Looking at the young man with a childish face, Longchen said indifferently, "You are still a child. I won't hold it against you. Go back where you came from."

"What?"

Everyone's faces changed. Was Longchen courting death? How could he say such things? If he had not knelt before, he might have been detained for a few days and given a beating.

But now, Longchen's words were clearly treasonous, a capital offense. Was Longchen crazy?

"You... want to die. Take him down for me."

The Seventh Prince was furious and shouted at his entourage.

Those people were all Zhou Yaoyang's followers. Hearing the Seventh Prince's order, they were overjoyed and pounced on Longchen without hesitation.

If it were a normal day, they would have been cautious, but with the Seventh Prince's command, they had no reservations. With this backing, they could even kill Longchen without any consequences.

"Bang"

As they pounced, Longchen kicked the table in front of him. The table, made of ancient wood, was as hard as iron and extremely heavy, but it was kicked away by Longchen, flying towards the group.

Zhou Yaoyang was the first to react. Seeing the table flying towards him, he shouted, gathering all his strength and punching the table.

A loud explosion sounded, and the sturdy table was shattered by Zhou Yaoyang's punch. As a Seventh Stage Qi Gathering Realm expert, his momentum was terrifying.

However, after shattering the table, his movement was momentarily halted. At that moment, Wang Mang, who had been by his side, had already crossed over Zhou Yaoyang and became the first to pounce on Longchen, a "brave" warrior.

Longchen looked at Wang Mang, who was gritting his teeth, with a strange smile and waved his hand casually.

"Slap"

The movement was so fast that no one could see what Longchen did. A loud slap echoed, and Longchen's hand struck Wang Mang's face tightly.

Wang Mang was directly slapped away, flying through the air in a beautiful parabola. The most shocking part was that during his flight, several teeth flew out in a spectacular manner.

Bang!

Wang Mang's body crashed into the wall, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted immediately. However, his still-open mouth clearly showed that he had become a "wall-climbing" and "toothless" person.

Zhou Yaoyang, who had just rushed over, saw Wang Mang being slapped away and was slightly startled. Although Wang Mang's cultivation was not impressive, being so easily hit away made him uneasy.

However, it was not the time to retreat. Zhou Yaoyang shouted, and the momentum of a Seventh Stage Qi Gathering Realm expert erupted, his body filled with spiritual energy.

"Six Yang Fist"

With Zhou Yaoyang's shout, he punched out, and a faint green color appeared on his fist, a special phenomenon of a combat technique.

The Six Yang Fist was one of Zhou Yaoyang's signature moves, practiced for a long time, with a force of over a thousand pounds, unstoppable.

"Slap"

Without any hesitation, Longchen slapped Zhou Yaoyang's fist. The collision of fist and palm sent a burst of energy flying, and a loud explosion echoed.

However, what stunned everyone was that Zhou Yaoyang's powerful punch was easily deflected by Longchen.

"How is this possible?"

Zhou Yaoyang was shocked. He felt as if his punch had hit a mountain, and his chest ached from the impact.

On the other side, Longchen did not even blink, and a fierce smile appeared on his lips.

"Zhou Yaoyang, it's my turn now."

Zhou Yaoyang's scalp tingled. He felt as if he was being targeted by a prehistoric beast, his heart racing, and he quickly tried to retreat.

However, he could not. Longchen's large hand tightly grabbed his fist, and no matter how he struggled, it was like a dragonfly trying to shake a pillar, completely immobile.

Zhou Yaoyang was terrified. What kind of strength was this? Longchen seemed like a human monster, relying on brute force to suppress him.

"Whoosh"

However, Zhou Yaoyang was also a strong person. He had fought monsters with his father's subordinates and was not easily shaken. Seeing that he could not break free, he lifted his right foot and aimed it at Longchen's abdomen.

This was a move to force the opponent to save, simple and effective. However, Longchen did not even look at Zhou Yaoyang's foot and exerted his strength with one hand.

"Up"

Longchen shouted, and the sound was like a thunderclap, making people's ears hurt. With his shout, Zhou Yaoyang was lifted off the ground.

In the shocked gazes of everyone, Longchen lifted Zhou Yaoyang and slammed him to the ground.

"Bang"

A loud explosion echoed, and the ground shook. The sound of bones breaking made everyone's hearts chill.

"Puff... Puff... Puff"

Zhou Yaoyang, who had been slammed to the ground, spat out three mouthfuls of blood, mixed with countless pieces of internal organs. People clearly saw that he had become much flatter, his volume unchanged but his area increased.

Seeing Zhou Yaoyang, who was coughing up blood, and the cracks in the ground where he had been slammed, everyone sucked in a cold breath.

Seeing Zhou Yaoyang, who was barely breathing, Longchen felt a lot of pent-up anger released. He had been holding this grudge for a long time.

Over the years, the person he hated the most was Zhou Yaoyang. He was like a nightmare that had been tormenting Longchen.

For a moment, the entire hall was silent, including the Seventh Prince, who was stunned. Even the young lords who were about to rush over were trembling, swallowing hard.

Longchen remained calm throughout, but his calmness made people even more afraid. He seemed like a merciless killer.

Longchen glanced at Zhou Yaoyang, smiled, and looked at the Seventh Prince in the distance, slowly walking towards him.

The Seventh Prince, used to a life of luxury, was good at bullying others but had no experience being bullied. Seeing Longchen walking towards him with a sinister smile, his face turned pale.

"What do you want? Don't come closer."

The Seventh Prince's voice was trembling. He felt the cold intent in Longchen's eyes, as if a butcher's knife was placed on his neck, ready to behead him with a single thought.

Longchen did not speak, still wearing the terrifying smile, and slowly walked towards the Seventh Prince.

Everyone was stunned. What did Longchen want? Was he going to kill the Seventh Prince?

"Don't... don't come closer."

The Seventh Prince kept retreating, but he had already backed into a corner, with no way to retreat further.

Seeing Longchen getting closer, the Seventh Prince's eyes were full of fear. He could smell the scent of death.

"You shouldn't have forced me. Don't blame me," Longchen said pityingly, shaking his head, and slowly reached into his chest. Suddenly, a large hand shot towards the Seventh Prince's face.

"No..." The Seventh Prince let out a scream, echoing throughout the Literary Hall.