<h4>Chapter 5366 Divine Emissary</h4>


    “How brazen! Capture him! Anyone who resists shall be executed on the spot!” one of the assistant pavilion masters roared.


    The assistant pavilion masters were furious to see Long Chen still act so arrogantly. So, when one of them shouted angrily, they all summoned weapons into their hands.


    “Who dares to try it?” Feng Xinyue slowly rose, her eyes cold as she gazed at them. “You dogs have been in power for too long, so you started to believe you’re the masters of this ce. Just who gave you that courage?”


    “Courting death!” one of the Divine Wind Elders—the old crone—roared and shed her w at Feng Xinyue.


    However, before anyone could react, the old crone’s head flew into the air, and her body crumpled to the ground. When the head tumbled to the ground, it rolled until it stopped at Tang Wan-er’s feet.


    Everyone froze and stared in horror at the head. Even in death, the old crone hadn’t understood how she was killed, her eyes wide open with disbelief.


    Long Chen was just as shocked. Feng Xinyue hadn’t moved a muscle—no hand seal, no fluctuation of Blood Qi or Spiritual Strength. Yet, the old crone was dead.


    With his immense Spiritual Strength, Long Chen could barely sense the faintest breeze of wind energy before the crone’s life was snuffed out.


    Long Chen was stunned. The strongest expert he had ever encountered was the Silver Hair Void Crusher, but even he couldn’t kill without making a move. What Feng Xinyue had done was on an entirely different level.


    The rest of the higher-ups were all paralyzed with fear. Their very souls seemed to tremble in Feng Xinyue’s presence.


    When Feng Xinyue first arrived, due to her possessing the Wind God’s tablet, she was given the status of a Divine Wind Elder as a descendant of the Wind God.


    From the start, all of them had been trying to squeeze her out, secretly probing the power of the so-called descendant of the Wind God. However, Feng Xinyue ignored all their attempts, never revealing her true strength.


    Now that they saw her abilities, they were all horrified, realizing they had provoked a cmity.


    “Wow, a Divine Wind Elder killing another Divine Wind Elder. Just what is happening here?” A voice suddenly rang out, startling everyone.


    Long Chen turned to see a middle-aged man seated casually atop the divine pce in front of the za. He chewed on a stalk of grass, and the grass fluctuated as he chewed. He looked very content.


    The man seemed to be in his thirties, dressed in ck robes and beast-hide boots, with a ck broadsword resting beside him. His aura waspletely concealed. Had he not spoken, Long Chen wouldn’t have sensed his existence.


    Long Chen’s attention was instantly drawn to his broadsword. It radiated immense sacred energy—it was clearly a terrifying divine weapon.


    The man’s aura waspletely concealed, making it impossible for even Long Chen to gauge his cultivation level. His sudden appearance left Long Chen shocked.


    The assistant pavilion masters were even more rattled. The moment they saw the broadsword beside the man, their faces changed dramatically, and they cried out in unison, “Divine emissary!”


    A divine emissary was a god’s envoy, second in rank only to the pavilion master within the Wind God Sea Pavilion. However, this position was so shrouded in mystery that even the assistant pavilion masters had never seen an emissary before. Over time, many of them started to believe that the role might not even exist.


    Legends spoke of divine emissaries as the protector battle gods of the Wind God Sea Pavilion, beings who would only reveal themselves when the pavilion faced dire threats.


    While no one had seen them, it was known that the divine emissaries always wielded the Wind God’s de—an ancient weapon blessed by the Wind God. This de was said to possess the power to tear the heavens and the earth asunder, and it featured a pearl engraved on it, the exact likeness of the Wind Dominion Pearl.


    This pearl was the unmistakable mark of a god-blessed weapon and the unique weapon of the divine emissaries.


    All the higher-ups of the Wind God Sea Pavilion were left stunned by its appearance.


    In contrast, Feng Xinyue seemed entirely unfazed. She asked calmly, “Are you here to protect these people?”


    The divine emissary shrugged helplessly and replied, “This young friend’s killing intent is overwhelming. With you here, if I didn’t intervene, he’d kill them all. That wouldn’t end well.”


    “What wouldn’t end well about it? Clearing away tumors, even if it means carving into bone, is the way to full recovery. These people are a waste of air. Burying them would be a waste of dirt. I don’t see the point in leaving them alive,” Long Chen said coldly.


    The pavilion’s higher-ups were enraged by his words, but none dared voice their anger in the presence of the divine emissary.


    Meanwhile, they grew increasingly uneasy at Feng Xinyue''s calm reaction to the emissary, as if she had expected his arrival all along. This realization gave them a bad feeling.


    “No, little brother, you’re wrong,” the middle-aged man said with a shake of his head.


    “What’s wrong with what I said?” demanded Long Chen.


    “The earth does not give birth to nameless grass, and the heavens do not give birth to worthless people. Though their characters arecking, these people still hold significance for the Wind God Sea Pavilion. They cannot be killed—at least not right now,” replied the emissary.


    Hearing this, Long Chen turned toward Tang Wan-er. Since this was a matter involving the Wind God Sea Pavilion, it wasn’t his ce to interfere further. The decision was hers to make.


    “Do you want them dead or alive? If you want them dead, I will make it happen, no matter the cost,” said Long Chen, his voice unwavering.


    If Tang Wan-er wanted their lives, then even if the divine emissary tried to stop her, Long Chen would kill them all.


    “Hey, little brother, that’s going too far. I call you brother, but you still don’t give me any face?” the middle-aged man teased, his tone light.


    Though he held the revered title of divine emissary, he carried himself with azy, indifferent air. His casual demeanor left people unsure of his true strength, and some even started to suspect he might be a fraud.


    Tang Wan-er looked at the Hidden Dragon warriors. After the brutal battle, their fury had finally subsided. Sixteen divine sons and daughters had been in along with their aplices; that was enough tofort the spirits of the fallen Hidden Dragon warriors.


    “I swear my sisters will not die in vain.” Tang Wan-er promised to herself. “For the sake of the Wind God Sea Pavilion, I’m willing to wait. But I will im their heads sooner orter.”


    Her merciless words made Feng Xinyue’s eyes glimmer with a hint of approval.


    “Child, you’ve finally started to awaken,” Feng Xinyue remarked softly.