Supreme Dragon Lord-Chapter 147: The Two Sects Meet!

Upon hearing this, many disciples of the Martial Ancestor began boarding the warship.

Just as Long Chen was about to approach the warship, Su Miaoyu appeared before him. Standing beside her was none other than Shangguan Pojun.

"Brother Po Jun, look at this stray dog." Su Miaoyu giggled. "Isn’t he pathetic?"

Shangguan Pojun glanced at Long Chen and spoke indifferently, "I never expected that you, a stray dog, would not only survive but also enter the Martial Ancestor. Are you actually thinking of taking revenge on Miaoyu?"

Long Chen sneered, "I won’t just kill her. I’ll kill you too."

"Oh?" Shangguan Pojun put on a frightened expression, but a mocking smirk was plastered on his face. "Just you?"

"Brother Po Jun, don’t underestimate him," Su Miaoyu said with thinly veiled mockery. "This guy is a notorious pill-fiend. The kind who bites anyone he sees."

Shangguan Pojun scoffed disdainfully. "Miaoyu, rest assured. We don’t need to pay any mind to a posturing clown like him. Let him live a little longer; it’s no fun to kill him too quickly. We’ll play with him slowly, torment him bit by bit, and make him wish he were dead. Now *that* will be satisfying! Don’t you think?"

"Brother Po Jun is right," Su Miaoyu nodded, but a sinister glint flashed in her eyes.

"Shangguan Pojun, you sure have some nerve! If the Sect elders found out about your cruel nature, what would everyone think of you then?"

At that moment, a cool voice drifted over.

Hearing this, Shangguan Pojun’s brow furrowed slightly. He looked up and saw Tuoba Jiao walking toward them.

"Tuoba Jiao, what does this have to do with you?" Su Miaoyu asked, annoyed. "Why are you everywhere?"

Tuoba Jiao simply smiled, stopping only when she reached Long Chen’s side. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "He’s my man! His business is my business! So, you ask what it has to do with me?"

At her words, Long Chen stared at Tuoba Jiao, completely bewildered.

What is wrong with this woman? Didn’t she want me to suffer a loss and make a fool of myself in public? So what’s happening now? She’s actually declaring in public that I’m her man?

Shangguan Pojun was also quite surprised, but he paid Tuoba Jiao no real mind. He stared at Long Chen and sneered, "No wonder you’re so arrogant. Turns out you’re just a kept man. Tuoba Jiao, this is between him and us. It’s none of your concern. I advise you to stay out of it."

"I said, his business is my business!" Tuoba Jiao was dead serious. "And I’m definitely getting involved!"

"Very well. You asked for this!" Shangguan Pojun’s eyes narrowed. "Your reputation means nothing to me..."

"What about mine?"

Just then, another cold voice cut in. Chu Lingjun and Long Xin were slowly walking over.

Hearing the familiar voice, Shangguan Pojun’s brows knitted together. "Chu Lingjun, what brings you here?"

"Sister Lingjun," Tuoba Jiao called out, naturally stepping forward to link arms with her.

"Long Chen, what are you still standing there for?" Chu Lingjun looked at him. "Everyone is boarding the ship. Don’t keep them waiting."

"Well, I was about to board, but I happened to run into these two dogs barking wildly," Long Chen said, casting an amused glance at Shangguan Pojun and Su Miaoyu.

Shangguan Pojun and Su Miaoyu’s expressions darkened.

"You bastard!" Su Miaoyu chided sternly. "How dare you insult my Brother Po Jun! It seems you really have a death wish!"

"In my opinion, you’re the one seeking death," Chu Lingjun said, casting a casual glance at Shangguan Pojun.

Seeing Chu Lingjun defend Long Chen so readily, Shangguan Pojun’s frown deepened.

"You—"

Just as Su Miaoyu was about to retort, Shangguan Pojun quickly stopped her and forced a smile. "She’s just being tactless. She didn’t mean anything by it."

"Shangguan Pojun, control your people." Chu Lingjun’s voice was ice-cold and utterly dominant. "Within the Martial Ancestor, Long Chen has my protection! If you want to touch him, you’ll have to ask for my permission first. Do you understand?"

"That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?" Shangguan Pojun said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

"It’s about time. Let’s board the ship," Chu Lingjun said, turning back to Long Chen and the others.

"Alright." Long Chen nodded and walked straight ahead, passing them by as if Su Miaoyu and Shangguan Pojun were completely invisible.

"Brother Po Jun, look at him..." Su Miaoyu pointed at Long Chen, her face a mask of indignant pouting.

"That woman, Chu Lingjun, is too terrifying; we shouldn’t provoke her. Don’t worry, I’ll deal with him sooner or later! I’ll make them pay back double for the face we lost today!" At this, Shangguan Pojun’s face turned grim. "For now, we need to focus on the upcoming Demon Pursuit Conference. Securing a spot to train in the World King Palace is a thousand times more important than that brat!"

Su Miaoyu remained silent, but her face turned black with rage. Her venomous eyes were fixed on Long Chen, brimming with killing intent.

Meanwhile, Long Xin was laughing heartily. "Brother Chen, seeing the ugly looks on those two wretches’ faces was so satisfying."

Long Chen clasped his hands in a gesture of respect toward Chu Lingjun. "Thank you for stepping in just now."

"No need for thanks," Chu Lingjun waved her hand. "You saved my life before. It’s only right that I help you with such a small matter."

Long Chen accepted this with a slight nod. Then, he looked at Tuoba Jiao. "I owe you my thanks for this matter as well."

"Long Chen, you’d better remember you owe me a favor," Tuoba Jiao said, holding her head high. "Besides, I only stepped in because I couldn’t stand their behavior. It wasn’t just for you."

Once all the first-class and second-class disciples of the Martial Ancestor had boarded the warship, it set off directly for the Nine Demons Mountain Range.

「About two shichen later.」

The warship crossed the border of the Nine Demons Mountain Range. After traveling a bit further, it arrived in a vast, open terrain.

「At the same time.」

The Sword Ancestor’s warship also arrived.

When the two sects met, their hostility was palpable. Even from hundreds of meters away, the intense animosity was so thick the air itself seemed to freeze.

The Managing Elder withdrew his gaze and finally gave the order, "Everyone, prepare to disembark!"

With that command, all the disciples of the Martial Ancestor landed on the expansive ground.

Long Chen glanced at the Nine Demons Mountain Range. The Demonic Qi swirling here gave the place a sinister and eerie feeling.

"In this Demon Pursuit Conference, you Martial Ancestor disciples just wait to be crushed by our Sword Ancestor!"

Three disciples from the Sword Ancestor approached, their faces full of arrogance. They were the favored prodigies of the Sword Ancestor, ranked in the top three among all its disciples.

The strongest of them, Ma Cheng, stared intently at Chu Lingjun. "Sister Chu, while the Demon Pursuit Conference hasn’t started yet, why don’t you call me ’brother’? Let’s hear how it sounds. If it pleases me, I might just go easy on you so your Martial Ancestor won’t lose so miserably."