Supreme Dragon Lord-Chapter 361: Ambush!

Long Chen replied magnanimously, "I can only say that an upright man isn’t afraid of his own crooked shadow. I wouldn’t stoop to his level, fabricating such despicable lies out of thin air."

Hearing Long Chen call him despicable, the old man flew into a rage. He roared at Long Chen, "You bastard! How dare you say that—"

However, before he could finish, Lei Yiqun interrupted him. "Enough! Regardless of the grudges between you, this is the Jinglei Sect. Fighting is not permitted here! If you want to fight, then leave this place first. I will have no objections!"

After hearing Lei Yiqun’s words, the old man could only offer a wry smile, nod at Lei Yiqun, and say no more.

He knows very well that the most crucial task now is to ensure Zhang Cangsong passes the examination and becomes an official disciple of the Jinglei Sect!

Seeing the old man back down, Long Chen naturally paid him no more mind, dismissing him as a mere clown.

With that, the confrontation ended, and the area fell into a brief silence. Everyone stared intently at Lei Yiqun, waiting for him to speak.

Lei Yiqun scanned the crowd and then instructed a disciple by his side, "Give them their tokens."

"Yes!" the Jinglei Sect disciple immediately nodded. He swiftly went about his task, producing a box and placing it before him.

He addressed the crowd, "Form a line and take a token in order!"

At his words, everyone immediately scrambled to form a queue, all eager to be first. Seeing this, the old man let out a few soft coughs. The people who had just been fiercely competing for the first spot all stopped instinctively upon hearing this signal.

They voluntarily stepped back, clearing a path for Zhang Cangsong.

Zhang Cangsong snorted coldly, then swaggered to the front with a superior air. He stopped before the Jinglei Sect disciple and slowly reached into the box.

Zhang Cangsong pulled out a token. He glanced at it; it was number four.

The Jinglei Sect disciple called out loudly, "Next!"

As Zhang Cangsong walked away, the others followed in an orderly fashion, each drawing a token from the box.

Tang Le drew number twenty-one, and Long Xin got number eighteen. As for Long Chen, he held number one.

After about twenty minutes, the Jinglei Sect disciple finally turned to Lei Yiqun and cupped his fist. "Reporting, Deacon. All one hundred and fifty disciples present have drawn their tokens."

"Good." Hearing the report, Lei Yiqun gave a slight nod and addressed the crowd. "Now, each of you holds a token. Memorize your number and place a drop of your blood on it.

"This token will record the points you earn during this examination.

"You should have already heard that the Jinglei Sect is recruiting fewer disciples this time. The number has been reduced from fifty to only ten.

"Therefore, the competition you face will be much fiercer than in previous years.

"The final rankings for this trial will be determined by your point totals.

"The top ten with the highest scores will pass the Jinglei Sect’s disciple examination."

Upon hearing this, the eyes of everyone present burned with fervor. They clenched their fists, their gazes resolute. They all wanted to pass this examination and become official disciples of the Jinglei Sect!

Everyone glanced at each other, their eyes filled with hostility. In this examination, everyone else was a competitor. To pass, they would have to use every means necessary.

Zhang Cangsong, however, looked supremely confident, as if victory was already his.

In his mind, the top spot in the rankings can only belong to him! No one can take it away!

Lei Yiqun pointed into the distance and spoke to the crowd. "Do you see that mountain over there? For the first trial of the assessment, the first fifty competitors to reach the summit will pass. Anyone after the fiftieth will be eliminated on the spot and sent back where they came from."

Following the direction Lei Yiqun indicated, everyone’s gaze fell upon a towering mountain. This mountain was much taller than the one on which the Jinglei Sect itself stood.

"The assessment begins now!"

With that announcement, everyone present sprang into action, quickly heading towards the distant mountain.

As he advanced at an incredible speed, Zhang Cangsong roared at those around him, "Get out of my way! Whoever dares to compete with this young master for first place will be killed without mercy!"

Hearing his threat, the group of people who had been eager to charge to the front couldn’t help but shudder. They subconsciously slowed their pace, once again yielding first place to Zhang Cangsong.

Seeing their fear, the corner of Zhang Cangsong’s mouth curled into a deeply satisfied smile.

Seeing Zhang Cangsong throw his weight around like this, Long Xin was filled with contempt. "People like him are never arrogant for long," she said with disgust. "They always get what’s coming to them!"

"Don’t mind him." Long Chen turned to Long Xin and Tang Le. "Let’s go, too."

"Okay!" Long Xin and Tang Le both nodded, then followed Long Chen toward the mountain ahead.

The mountain path was rugged and fraught with danger, but for Long Chen, it was a piece of cake. He moved with incredible speed.

Long Xin and Tang Le followed close behind.

The three of them weaved through the crowd. All the candidates climbing the mountain were fiercely competing. Not only did they have to advance as quickly as possible, but they also had to stop others from getting ahead. The struggle was intense.

This desperate scramble, however, posed no threat to Long Chen. He charged forward, unimpeded. Anyone who tried to obstruct him or resort to underhanded tricks was soundly beaten.

In no time at all, they had surpassed the others and arrived right behind Zhang Cangsong.

Sensing their approach, Zhang Cangsong frowned, a look of displeasure crossing his face.

"You think you can compete with me for a top spot? What a delusional fantasy!"

Zhang Cangsong snorted coldly and commanded the three Zhang Family members beside him, "Block them! Make sure they don’t pass this trial!"

"Yes!" the three Zhang Family members replied, nodding in unison. They immediately turned around and launched a fierce palm strike at Long Chen’s group.

"You’re courting death!" Facing their combined attack, Long Chen snorted coldly and countered with a palm strike of his own.

BOOM!

A powerful force sent the three Zhang Family members flying.

"Useless trash!" Seeing how easily his family members were defeated, Zhang Cangsong cursed, his heart filled with rage.

He flicked his sleeve.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Several arrows shot out from his sleeve, flying toward Long Chen, Long Xin, and Tang Le! The arrowheads were coated with a deadly poison, and even the air carried a corrosive, pungent stench.