"Buzz"—
The endless sea of Netherworld Karma Fire seemed to be enraged by Hong Yaoyang, unleashing boundless waves of fire that wildly assaulted the Hall of the Nether God.
"Long Chen, you despicable and shameless fellow, come out and fight!"
Hong Yaoyang gritted his teeth. He knew he had been tricked by Long Chen and fallen into Long Chen's scheme.
That Netherworld Karmic Fire is a flame that transcends the divine path. As long as it exists within the cycle of karma, it will inevitably be constrained by it.
Just now, in a fit of rage, he attacked Long Chen. He had already locked onto it, thinking he could kill Long Chen in one blow, but unexpectedly, Long Chen was actually submerged by the Demon Moon Furnace, avoiding his lockdown.
As a result, he landed in the sea of Netherworld Karmic Fire. This was incredible—he planted a 'cause' within the karmic fire, and thus he would endure the 'consequences' of the attack.
The Netherworld Karma Fire regarded both him and Long Chen as enemies, attacking them relentlessly. Long Chen hid inside the Demon Moon Furnace, and the Netherworld Karma Fire couldn't reach him at all, not even needing to activate defenses.
Seeing the Nether Karma Fire enraged, Long Chen laughed heartily and stood inside the Demon Moon Furnace, shouting, "Hong Yaoyang, you weak and incompetent fellow! If you have guts, come in and fight. If you don't, you're a mere loser." "
You..."
Watching Long Chen hide inside the Demon Moon Furnace, stirring back and forth in the endless sea of Netherworld Karma Fire, as if swallowed by flames, yet the Netherworld Karma Fire could never do anything to him, making his hair stand on end with rage, yet he dared not rush into the Netherworld Karma Fire.
If he dared to attack the Netherworld Karma Fire again, he would be caught up in even more karma. If it were just these Netherworld Karmic Fires, he wouldn't be afraid, but if he got too caught up in too much karma and attracted Netherworld Karma from other realms, he'd be finished.
"Long Chen, you idiot, do you think having a turtle shell means I can't do anything to you?
The eruption of Netherworld Karma Fire has a time limit. After two hours, they will be summoned by the laws and return to hell. By then, I will make you regret coming into this world. Hong Yaoyang said coldly.
"Two hours, did you hear me?" Mo Nian, you only have two hours, so hold on tight. "
Long Chen hurriedly used the Heaven-flipping Seal to send a voice transmission to Mo Nian.
"Alright, I'll do my best." Mo Nian replied.
It turned out Mo Nian was also in trouble over there. The power of the divine sword was too great. When his five-stranded Yang-Hunting Bow absorbed it, he needed his true body to assist in suppressing it and slowly absorb it.
Originally, Mo Nian planned for the five Lieyang Bows to absorb the power of the divine sword while he himself absorbed Hong Yaoyang's legacy, but that meant he had to come one by one.
Hearing Mo Nian's reply, Long Chen knew that Mo Nian's time was probably running out, and he needed to find a way to buy time.
"Hey, hey, that kid named Hong Yaoyang, how come you have no ambition at all?
Hurry inside and fight me. My broadsword is already hungry and thirsty. Long Chen shouted arrogantly inside the Demon Moon Furnace.
Hong Yaoyang sneered, "You want to provoke me into attacking the Netherworld Karma Fire?" You're too naive. Once the Netherworld Karmic Fire subsides, let's see how long you can keep being arrogant. Hong
Yaoyang refused to be deceived. If he continued attacking the Netherworld Karma Fire, it would attract more attacks, lasting longer and increasing in power.
"When I, Long Chen, was acting arrogant, you were still wearing split-crotch pants."
Long Chen sneered, but after saying that, he felt he was exaggerating. He was a god of a realm, an existence of countless millennia. This bragging seemed to be getting a bit out of control.
"Hahaha, you're just a little ..."
Sure enough, Hong Yaoyang burst out laughing wildly, his face full of mockery, and immediately started to retort.
But just as he howled toward the sky, Long Chen suddenly shot out from the Netherworld Karma Fire, rushing right in front of him in an instant and delivering a big slap with a raised hand.
"Smack!"
Long Chen hid among the waves of flames. At that moment, Hong Yaoyang was laughing wildly at the sky. In his eyes, Long Chen was nothing but an ant, completely unguarded against him. But Long Chen's big slap landed squarely across his face.
Not only that, Long Chen's palm was wrapped in Netherworld Karmic Fire, and after a slap, half of Hong Yaoyang's face actually caught fire.
Caught off guard, Hong Yaoyang was so slapped that half his face went numb. With a roar, he threw a punch down at Long Chen.
With a single punch, a vast amount of divine light spread through the space, fierce winds surged, and a thunderous divine sound erupted. The punch didn't land, but the terrifying pressure already made Long Chen feel as if his body was about to be torn apart.
"Whoosh" Long Chen's
figure vanished in an instant, and he was once again put away by the Demon Moon Furnace. This was a pre-rehearsal Long Chen had prepared with the Demon Moon Furnace.
Long Chen's mind was connected to the Yaoyue Furnace, making it feel as if a spring was tied around him. If the Yaoyue Furnace wanted to take him in, he could cooperate and instantly enter the Yaoyue Furnace.
On the Tianwu Continent, this method doesn't work, but in the Underworld, Long Chen is a primordial spirit and isn't restricted by this. He can even avoid the locking onto gods with this method.
"Boom!"
Long Chen vanished. Hong Yaoyang, brimming with divine power, unleashed a powerful punch into the Sea of Netherworld Karma Fire. With a loud explosion, the Netherworld Karma Fire was pierced, creating a massive crater tens of thousands of miles wide.
"Wow, if you get hit by that punch, you'll lose a hundred lives." Long Chen was amazed by the scene. The gap between his strength and the gods seemed to have to be calculated using dimensions.
Fortunately, he ran fast earlier; if he had run slowly, his life would have been lost here.
"Brother Long Chen, stop playing. If I had reacted a bit slower just now, you wouldn't have survived." Long Chen wasn't afraid; instead, Ling'er was. That last strike was too risky.
"It's fine, it's fine, playing is just thrilling." Long Chen chuckled.
"Brother Long Chen, you... Do you really trust me that much? Ling'er's voice trembled slightly.
"Of course, you are my partner. When I was refining pills, you entrusted your life to me, so I can give it to you without hesitation." Long Chen looked at the furious Hong Yaoyang through the Nether Karma Fire and replied casually.
"Brother Long Chen..."
Ling'er's voice was choked with emotion. Since she gained intelligence, no one had trusted her so much.
Every one of her masters has been using her, desperately tapping into her potential for their own use, and no one has ever cared about her feelings. In their eyes, she is nothing more than a tool.
Even if someone regards her as important as life itself, it's because of the tremendous benefits she can bring to people—a feeling she has never experienced before.
Now, Long Chen was working with her, entrusting his life to her. This wholehearted trust moved her like never before.
"Rumble... Hong
Yaoyang's punch struck the Netherworld Sea of Karmic Fire. His expression changed instantly. This punch was even fiercer than the last attack, causing the Netherworld Karma Sea to swell rapidly, even more grander than before.
"Bastard!"
Hong Yaoyang roared. He hurriedly formed hand seals, his hands glowing. He didn't dare attack the Nether Karma Fire anymore, instead slapping toward the Hall of the Nether God. He wanted to boost its defenses, because if this continued, the hall would be damaged.
But just as his hand struck the hall, a wave of flames crashed toward him. Hong Yaoyang ignored it, forcing him to endure it head-on but unable to attack.
Just as the waves of flames approached, a giant hand suddenly shot out from within and slapped Hong Yaoyang across the face:
"You shameless fool, dare to fight me?"
Hong Yaoyang hadn't expected Long Chen to dare to make a move, and in his distraction, he also got slapped across the face on the other side.
Hong Yaoyang was furious, reaching out with a hand like a bolt of lightning, grabbing at Long Chen.
"Crack
!"
The clothes on Long Chen's shoulder were torn, several cuts were given, blood gushing out. Hong Yaoyang reacted too quickly, and Long Chen didn't have time to retreat.
"Screw you, still dare to scratch me?"
Long Chen injured his shoulder, lowered his waist and kicked back, using the impact of the Netherworld Sea of Karma to kick Hong Yaoyang right in the nose.
With a muffled "bang,"
Hong Yaoyang immediately felt a sharp sting in his nose and tears welled up in his eyes.
Although he was a god of the First Realm, to avoid being caught up in more karma, Hong Yaoyang was immersed in the torrent of Netherworld Karma Fire, not daring to activate his defenses too strongly, because strong defenses would create a recoil force, which would also increase his karma.
Long Chen caught his weakness, slapped him twice in a row, and kicked Hong Yaoyang in the nose. Hong Yaoyang immediately lost his mind.
"Die!"
In his madness, he disregarded all consequences. Suddenly, a long sword appeared in his hand. As soon as it was drawn, the entire Netherworld trembled.
"Boom!"
Hong Yaoyang slashed out with his sword. A sword aura sliced the endless Netherworld Karma Sea in two, turning the ground into nothingness. This sword strike could destroy an entire world.
Unfortunately, he was still a step too slow. After Long Chen kicked out, he didn't even look at his reaction and immediately returned to the Demon Moon Furnace.
Long Chen reacted faster than Hong Yaoyang, because Long Chen knew that in terms of speed, he definitely couldn't match this God of the First Realm.
As a result, Hong Yaoyang slashed down with his sword, seemingly turning Long Chen into nothingness, but in reality, it was just his afterimage, while Long Chen's true self had already returned to the Demon Moon Furnace.
"Brother Long Chen, stop playing, this is too scary." Ling'er was terrified. If Long Chen had been even a moment slower, there would have been no one like him in the world again.
"Hehe, I'm done playing, I'm done, that's enough." Long Chen chuckled.
"Rumble..."
At that moment, endless Netherworld Karma Fire swept across the heavens. From all directions, endless flames converged, wildly assaulting the Hall of the Nether God.
"Long Chen, you bastard, you won't die a good death."
Hong Yaoyang was so furious that he let out a beast-like roar. Long Chen had tricked him again. This attack completely enraged the Nether Karma, which surrounded the place with endless Netherworld Karmic Fire. The defenses outside the Nether God Hall were burned away, and the Netherworld Karma Fire began to burn the hall's main body.
"Hey, hey, how can you curse people? That's so tasteless." This time, Long Chen actually poked his head out from afar, standing atop the Demon Moon Furnace, looking relaxed and at ease.
"Just you wait!"
Hong Yaoyang roared, no longer caring about dealing with Long Chen. He sat cross-legged atop the Underworld God Hall, and behind him, a throne pattern appeared. He finally activated the Underworld God Throne. If he didn't activate it soon, the hall would be burned to ashes.
Hong Yaoyang took control of the Underworld God's throne, divine lights descending to protect himself and the temple, no longer daring to make a move.
But just as he steadied himself in the main hall, his expression suddenly changed drastically. When he looked at Long Chen again, his eyes filled with murderous intent:
"Bastard, you stole my shed skin."