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Bauhinia blossoms, souls retreat. Thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye!
No one knew what he meant, nor did they know why Long Chen had passed these words on to the patriarch of the Specter Clan.
However, when the leader of the Jing Clan heard that, Inscription's silhouette shook. He looked surprised.
Before he could say anything, Long Chen became impatient because of Jing Zishan. He said in a deep voice, "Just pass this message to Jing Tianming. Otherwise, I'll take the lives of Jing Zishan and the Saints beside him …"
"Impudent! How dare you speak to my clan's patriarch like that!"
"You want to pass on a random sentence to my clan's Old Ancestor and even order my clan's Patriarch around? You're too arrogant!"
… …
Jing Zishan and the others all shouted at Long Chen.
"Shut up! I'm going to tell the Ancestor … "
The leader of the Jing Clan was surprised when he heard Long Chen call out Jing Tian Ming's name. He wasn't angry at all. Instead, he was surprised.
What Long Chen had said was an incomplete book that Jing Tian Ming studied every day. Even the leader of the Jing Clan had only seen it a few times.
But even though he didn't know what that book was, he knew that it was extremely important to Jing Tian Ming.
In other words, Long Chen wasn't talking nonsense.
When the leader of the Jing Clan said that, not only Jing Zishan, but even the elder of the Jing Clan was startled. They hadn't thought that his words would be so effective.
Everybody looked at each other. Jing Zishan and the others were angry at Long Chen, but they didn't dare say anything.
After a short time …
The leader of the Jing Clan disappeared and was replaced by an old man. He was holding a walking stick. His face was wrinkled, and his eyes were sunken and full of freckles.
"Bauhinia blossoms, souls retreat … Who said that?" The old man's walking stick trembled. His eyes were sharp.
The members of the Jing Clan bowed respectfully. The Saints of the other clans all moved back a hundred meters. They didn't dare look at the old man.
At this moment, although it was an illusion formed by the formation, many of the Saint Realm experts could still feel the terrifying aura emanating from the old man!
Only Long Chen didn't advance. Instead, he retreated. He slowly walked out from the crowd of the Cangs and stopped a few meters away from the old man.
When he saw Jing Tianming's old face and stooped body, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.
In his previous life, the two of them had met in a chaotic battle and fought side by side. In this life, they had met again.
"That's what I said." Long Chen stared at Jing Tianming.
Jing Tianming's eyes were like torches, and a vast aura seemed to have pierced through space and locked onto Long Chen. He frowned.
Long Chen's cultivation was clearly only a half-step Saint, but he gave off an unfathomable feeling.
He hadn't felt this way for a long time …
"You … How do you know this sentence?" Jing Tianming stared at Long Chen with his sunken eyes and asked in a deep voice.
A smile flashed across Long Chen's face as he replied, "How I know that isn't important. However, there are two sentences that I know very well."
In fact, even Jing Tianming himself didn't know that this sentence and the next two sentences were what he had told Long Chen in his previous life.
The incomplete book in his hand wasn't an immortal skill, nor was it a heaven-defying secret technique.
It was an outline of how to use the Ghost Clan's bloodline.
It was a pity that the outline was missing three sentences …
Jing Tianming had spent his entire life comprehending these three sentences. However, at his cultivation level, he had only comprehended the first sentence, which was the sentence Long Chen had given him.
However, he didn't know that the next two sentences were actually what he had told Long Chen in his previous life.
One of the sentences was what he had comprehended when he and Long Chen were fighting against the experts of the Heaven Domain. The other sentence was what he had comprehended before he died.
He had told Long Chen all three sentences and asked him to pass them back to the clan.
In both his previous and current lives, these words had been passed to him through Long Chen's mouth.
"Do you really want to hear the next two sentences? As long as you can tell me the next two sentences, you can ask for anything! "Jing Tianming's old face was unusually excited.
Long Chen wasn't in a hurry when he heard this. He said calmly, "I don't have any requests. However, your clan's Jing Zishan and a few other Saints … They really annoy me."
Jing Zishan and the others' faces darkened when they heard this. They immediately shouted coldly, "Long Chen, don't go too far!"
As soon as Jing Zishan finished speaking, Long Chen's figure disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he had already sent Jing Zishan flying with a slap.
Jing Zishan's cheeks were blood-red, and blood kept flowing out of his mouth.
Long Chen turned to look at Jing Tianming and snorted coldly, "Cripple Jing Zishan, or I'll kill him myself … Listen to my command when we attack the Bright Moon Ancient Clan!"
Jing Tianming frowned slightly and didn't answer for a while. Instead, he waved his hand and called the old man beside him to his side. He asked, "What happened?"
The old man didn't dare to hide anything. He spoke word by word about how Jing Zishan had led the reclusive clans and people from various clans against Long Chen. He also told him about the mistakes they had made today.
"Bastard!"
When Jing Tianming heard this, he roared in anger.
Jing Zishan and the few people behind him fell to their knees with a thud. Their faces were extremely pale.
This shout had already explained Jing Tianming's decision …
Long Chen nodded slightly. Whether it was in his previous life or current life, Jing Tianming's character hadn't changed much. He wasn't as conceited and narrow-minded as Jing Zishan.
"Cripple their cultivations and expel them from the clan!"
Jing Tianming's voice made the entire Ghost Clan sigh. They couldn't help but stare at Long Chen.
Although Jing Zishan was at fault, if it weren't for Long Chen's next two sentences, Jing Tianming wouldn't have punished him so severely.
Even the elder present couldn't help but plead, "Ancestor, Zishan is our clan's previous Dao Disciple after all. The power of his bloodline …"
Before he could finish speaking, Jing Tianming looked at him coldly and said, "Are you waiting for me to make a move?"
The old man trembled and didn't dare to hesitate anymore. He could only walk toward Jing Zishan with a helpless expression.
Jing Zishan's eyes were full of hatred. He glared at Long Chen and turned to escape.
However, he was already seriously injured. How could he escape from a Late-stage Saint?
Jing Zishan was crippled in front of everyone's eyes.
Long Chen and the Jing Family's ancestor chatted frankly. The people around them had strange expressions. They couldn't help but shake their heads and laugh. They felt that Long Chen was hiding countless secrets.
Jing Zishan and the three Saints behind him had their cultivations crippled and were expelled from the clan.
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