Dragon Emperor of Devildom

Long Hao Chen's gaze gradually changed when he saw Wei Xue Shuang's gaze. He saw a lot of emotions that he had never seen before in Wei Xue Shuang's eyes.

All of these emotions originated from the deepest love Wei Xuelang had for him. It was as if he could leave her at any time. Therefore, Long Hao also took the initiative to gently clench Wei Xuelang's hand.

"Senior sister, no matter where I go or what I do in the future, you will always be my woman, and I will absolutely not allow you to leave my side." Long Hao Chen said earnestly.

"What if someone forcibly takes me away?"

Wei Xuanshuang was slightly surprised for a moment before a sweet smile appeared on her face. Looking at Long Hao Chen, she gently asked with a smile. Her beautiful eyes unexpectedly had a trace of mist in them, causing people to feel sorry for her.

"I won't allow it. If there's one person, then I'll kill one person. If there is a clan, then I'll annihilate the entire clan. No one can take you away from me." Long Hao Chen said earnestly.

As he spoke, a will that was so strong that even Wei Xueluo was surprised emerged from his body, as if if someone was really going to forcefully take away Long Hao Chen, then Long Hao Chen was really going to do such a crazy thing.

"I believe you."

Wei Xue Shuang nodded her head lightly in agreement.

"Come, let's take a look around and see what the difference is between the Eastern Emperor Sect and the Skysword Sect." Long Hao Chen gently nodded his head and replied. He walked side by side with Wei Xue Shuang and directly walked towards the plaza of the Eastern Emperor Sect.

Compared to yesterday, today's Eastern Emperor Sect was much more lively. Along the way, Long Hao Chen and Wei Xue Shuang had already seen that around the huge stage, there were already many small school elders and heads of small sects bringing their disciples to participate in the Thousand Sect Alliance Assembly.

To the small schools like them, they could only wait in the middle of the plaza until the start of the Union of Ten Thousand Sects' gathering. Luckily, to cultivators, they did not need to eat much.

Ten days of time would pass quickly as long as he closed his eyes and cultivated for a moment.

Boom!

At this moment, in front of Long Hao Chen, Wei Xue Shuang and the others, an incomparably loud sound suddenly came out and immediately attracted everyone's attention. They saw that next to the incomparably large stage, someone had actually placed a small stage.

"Bam!"

When Long Hao Chen and the others looked over, they saw a shadow fly out from the small arena and ruthlessly smash on the ground. A mouthful of blood was spat out from this shadow's mouth.

Immediately after, a group of people were used to surround the small arena.

"All of you, scram!"

Boom!

However, not long after, in the center area of the stage, an incomparably strong Spirit Power suddenly exploded out. The Spirit Power of a Martial Saint exploded out from the stage and it suppressed towards the surroundings.

Countless figures in the surroundings immediately fell to the ground due to this spiritual might. Their faces were pale and some people even fainted on the spot.

Within those people, the ones with the weakest strength were only in the Heaven realm. The ones with the strongest strength were only in the king realm. It was possible for them to defend against the Spirit might of Martial realm experts.

They were different from Long Hao. Long Hao had the souls of his previous life, and anyone who wanted to rely on spiritual pressure to suppress him would have no chance at all. Even if a Chief Sovereign appeared in front of him, it would be absolutely impossible.

This was because he himself was one of the three Chief Sovereigns of the Devil Realm.

However, the normal cultivators didn't have Long Hao Chen's strength. To the Heaven realm experts, even the Spirit might that the Spirit realm experts released was enough to make them unable to continue fighting.

Besides, at that instant, it was even the Spirit might of a Martial realm expert. Just the Spirit might alone did not directly kill them in the plaza. It was already pretty good already.

"Senior Sister, let's go take a look?"

Long Hao Chen turned towards Wei Xue Shuang and asked.

"Yes."

Wei Xuanshuang also lightly nodded her head. As the two of them walked in, they actually saw a familiar figure in the crowd. It was Meng Yun from the Heavenly Sword Sect.

In this year's Thousand Sect Alliance Conference, Meng Yun was also sent by the Heavenly Sword Sect. After all, Meng Yun's strength was not weak and he came out of the Asura Secret Realm alive. After a period of training, he had already reached the seventh level of the Spirit realm.

The speed at which his strength was growing could be said to be extremely fast.

However, even Meng Yun had difficulty resisting against the Spiritual Might and he struggled to stand on the ground. Only after the Martial Ancestor Realm expert retracted his Spiritual Might did the crowd stand up with pale faces.

"Meng Yun."

Wei Xue Shuang and Long Hao Chen directly walked over to Meng Yun's side and shouted at him. This startled Meng Yun and he quickly turned around. When he saw that it was Long Hao and Wei Xue Shuang, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Senior Wei, Junior Long, why are you two here?"

Meng Yun immediately arrived beside Wei Xueluo and Long Hao. He looked at the two of them with astonishment. He suddenly realized that since when did Senior Sister Wei and Junior Martial Brother Long seem to be inseparable with each other?

This caused Meng Yun to look at the two of them with a strange gaze.

"What's going on here?"

Wei Xue Shuang's expression changed slightly. She immediately pretended to be calm as she asked. This caused Meng Yun to come back to his senses. When he looked at the Martial Ancestor Realm expert on the stage, there was some disdain in his eyes.

Then, he turned to Wei Xue Shuang and said, "Senior Sister, it's a sect called the Qing-Yun Sect. They set up an arena and sent one of their sect's powerful warriors to guard the arena, saying that as long as someone within the same realm can last for ten breaths of time, he would give them one hundred thousand spiritual stones. And challenging him would only cost ten thousand spiritual stones.

There are already more than twenty people who have not lasted ten breaths of time. Even those who are at the ninth level of the Spirit realm have done so, but just now, someone who had held out for ten breaths of time on the stage took advantage of the fact that the other party was relaxed and directly blasted off the stage. They received heavy injuries and only used the one hundred thousand Spirit Stones as compensation for their successful challenge.

"And that disciple of the Spirit realm is the only disciple of the Spirit realm in a small school. Originally, he wanted to make a few rankings in the Thousand School Association, but at that moment, he got heavily injured. I'm afraid that he won't be able to participate in the following Thousand School Alliance and he might even become a cripple."

Meng Yun explained to Wei Xue Shuang and Long Hao Chen while grinding his teeth.

It was quite rare to be able to produce a Spirit realm expert when compared to a large sect like the Sky Sword Sect. Any Spirit realm disciple would be the future pillar of the sect.

But at the same time, no matter how talented these people were, they simply did not have enough resources to cultivate. Once they were injured, who knew how much time they would need to recover.

For example, Meng Yun's life was hanging by a thread in the Asura Secret Realm and he almost died, but he was pulled back by Wei Xue Shuang's life due to a medicinal pellet. In only half a day, he recovered thirty percent of his life, and now, he had already reached the seventh level of the Spirit realm.

However, if a disciple of a small sect received an injury like Meng Yun's, the only thing he could do was to wait for death to come. There was simply no other possibility. To this small sect, receiving such a heavy injury from a Spirit realm disciple was equivalent to being crippled …