Zhao Wuji immediately targeted Long Chen as soon as he arrived. His provocation was so obvious that even Ye Zhiqiu was enraged. Icy light began to shine in her eyes.

Long Chen grabbed Ye Zhiqiu and shook his head. Indifferently looking at Zhao Wuji, he said, “Even after being slapped, you haven’t learned your lesson. Were you a pig in your last life?”

Clapping sounds rang out clearly in the distance as Nangong Zuiyue and Beitang Rushuang appeared, walking over. The one clapping was Beitang Rushuang.

Zhao Wuji’s expression sank. An everlasting family wasn’t an existence he could provoke.

“Long Chen, just wait. Once the gathering is over, it will be time for our battle to the death,” sneered Zhao Wuji.

Long Chen tilted his head at Zhao Wuji, curiously asking, “You’ve been constantly provoking me without letting up. Is that intentional?”

His question was a bit strange, but he was confident that Zhao Wuji would understand. A brief flash of concealed...