Zhao Ritian took the initiative to attack Long Chen. Although he no longer possessed the terrifying pressure of his peak reign, the violent power still made one's heart tremble.
Even at the end of his rope, he still made the strong warriors present tremble. Even a toothless tiger could easily smash down a rabbit—this was the difference.
"I'm just a mortal? Judging by his tone, it was as if he had become immortal, looking human, but he just couldn't speak human language. Long Chen sneered, swinging his fists without the slightest fear.
"Boom boom...
With every collision, blood splattered from Long Chen's fist, looking extremely terrifying.
But Zhao Ritian was no better. Even as Long Chen's vitality began to decline, his power remained terrifying. Each strike shattered his arm and even shattered fragments, making the battle extremely brutal.
But even at the end of their strength, their undefeated will remained unchanged; both firmly believed they could defeat each other, their minds steadfast and unwavering.
People can't help but marvel at why the older generation of strong men always say that the strong are called strong because they possess an undefeated will, firm belief, and an indomitable spirit.
This is the foundation of strength—not visible in daily life, but revealed in absolute adversity.
No matter how terrifying the opponent is, always remaining steadfast and never showing a single flaw—this is the key to a clash of the strong. If a person feels even a trace of fear, panic, or other chaotic emotions, defeat and death will immediately follow.
This kind of will cannot be taught or passed down; it can only be tempered through countless life-and-death battles, overcoming terrifying opponents one after another, and ultimately forged.
All the strong figures present, friend and foe, deeply admired Long Chen, because compared to Zhao Ritian, the gap in innate talent was enormous.
But Long Chen was always so confident. This confidence came from his experiences, from his journey from a small secular country in the Eastern Wilderness to the pinnacle of the cultivation world, and the many hardships he endured.
For people like Zhao Ritian and Feng Fei, who were born to be emperors, others could only envy and envy them. But for Long Chen, whose background and talent were utterly lacking, they couldn't feel jealousy, because everything Long Chen had today was earned with his own life.
"Let's see how much longer you can hold on." Zhao Ritian roared, his grip not loosening in the slightest.
"Holding out until June next year should be no problem." Long Chen said calmly.
"Nonsense... "
Smack"
Distracted, Zhao Ritian was suddenly slapped by Long Chen. Long Chen's strength was far less than before, so the slap didn't pose a threat, but the humiliation was immense, interrupting him.
"Despicable and shameless fellow, that's all you've got. Striking when others are off guard is worse than a beast." Zhao Ritian was caught off guard by this move and cursed angrily.
"Nonsense! How am I worse than you?" Long Chen shouted angrily.
"Pfft"
Beitang Rushuang, who had been fully focused on watching the battle, looked solemn, but upon hearing Long Chen's words, she burst out laughing.
Even Nangong Zuiyue couldn't help but smile and sighed, "This Long Chen, at a time like this, still has the mood to argue." "
Right now, I've beaten you until you're covered in blood. Your power is fading faster than mine. You're the first to collapse. Today, you're doomed to die. All you can do is use your words. Watching your blood energy fade and death draw near, you feel helpless. Do you really want to bite me?" Zhao Ritian said with a sinister and menacing smile.
Feng Fei couldn't help but frown. Zhao Ritian had actually started spitting, using psychological tactics. This was deliberately provoking Long Chen, showing he was truly in danger and had no choice but to do it.
"Bite you?" I'm not eating, so don't treat everyone else like you, okay? Long Chen calmly countered.
Wow, that sharp tongue was sharp. Mo Nian was already holding a longbow, ready to rescue Long Chen at any moment, but was deeply impressed by Long Chen's sharp words. No wonder this kid is so popular with women—his verbal skills are no less than his fists.
Divine power quietly circulated within Mo Nian's body. Zhao Ritian's strength shocked him. Truly worthy of being the Divine Clan's imperial seedling—terrifying.
Fearing something might happen to Long Chen, he was already prepared to strike at any moment, because the two could decide a winner, even life or death, and he dared not be careless.
"Damn ...it
!"
"Smack!"
Zhao Ritian shouted back twice, but Long Chen fired back both times, leaving him no chance to fight back. He went straight to the rough scene, but before he could even get out, Long Chen slapped him across the face.
"You shameless fool, cursing people when you can't win. Are all you gods like this?"
"Smack, slap...
slap Long Chen suddenly changed his fighting style, stopped fighting Zhao Ritian head-on, swayed his body, slapped him with his forehand, and then slapped him again, swinging both bows and repeatedly slapping Zhao Ritian's face.
Zhao Ritian roared in anger, wildly grabbing at him, but Long Chen refused to fight him head-on. He dodged the strike and slapped him with a flick. Each time Zhao Ritian struck, he was slapped in the face.
Zhao Ritian attacked dozens of times in a row, taking dozens of slaps without missing a single one. The most shocking thing was that Long Chen's movements flowed smoothly like clouds and water, not a single strike was repeated.
"This move is probably an unprecedented divine skill, unprecedented and unmatched. Even if the Great Emperor were to be resurrected, he would have to bow and lose ground." A look of admiration appeared on Beitang Rushuang's pretty face.
Although Long Chen always acted carefree and rarely serious, this slapping technique had already surpassed all fate and was unstoppable.
Zhao Ritian screamed loudly from the beating. It had just been a world-shaking battle, instantly downgraded into a struggle punishing a thug. The scene was unbearable to witness. The strong warriors present were all stunned; the scene was somewhat out of sync with what had just happened. The twist was too fast, and they were still stumped by the scene.
"I'm telling you to be arrogant."
"Smack!"
"I'll show you how domineering you are."
"Smack"
"I told you not to wear a hat."
With every curse, Long Chen dodged Zhao Ritian's strike and slapped him hard. Whether Zhao Ritian attacked or dodged, he couldn't avoid the slap.
Zhao Ritian roared repeatedly but still couldn't catch Long Chen, making him furious enough to explode.
"Your source essence will be burned away by your fury." At that moment, Feng Fei suddenly spoke.
As soon as Feng Fei spoke, Zhao Ritian was startled, like cold water poured over him. The anger ignited by Long Chen was instantly extinguished.
As soon as Feng Fei spoke, Nangong Zuiyue and the others immediately understood. At the last moment, the two of them were fighting with their last bit of energy.
The less energy a person has, the more their emotions are affected. That's why, at the last moment, people tend to slow down and make mistakes in judgment—emotions are affected.
Of the seven emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, thought, sadness, fear, and shock—any one of these emotions is too strong, it is unbearableWhen the energy is about to run dry, it seriously affects the mind.
Especially anger, fear, and sadness—these would invisibly consume a huge amount of energy. Zhao Ritian had originally intended to provoke Long Chen's fear, break his psychological defenses, and thus deplete his source power more quickly.
But in the end, he tried to steal but ended up losing the rice, and Long Chen instead provoked his anger. His petty tricks actually reminded Long Chen, who stopped fighting and focused on slapping.
In Zhao Ritian's rage, his source essence began to be rapidly depleted. If Feng Fei hadn't warned him at a critical moment, his essence would have been depleted at lightning speed.
"Rumble!"
Zhao Ritian suddenly staggered backward, clutching his head, curling his body together and rapidly rolling backward.
Long Chen gave him no chance to catch his breath, rushing forward and punching fiercely.
"You're boasting a lot, but in the end, you still need a woman's reminder. Your Zhao Ritian's brain must be made of iron lumps, no wonder you don't speak like a normal person." Long Chen sneered, his laughter tinged with disdain and mockery.
The two had been fighting fiercely until now, relying solely on their own strength. Yet Feng Fei couldn't help but speak up, which was already a step in to help. If Zhao Ritian weren't at an absolute disadvantage, Feng Fei's pride wouldn't have spoken up.
Long Chen's remark about "a woman's warning" mocked both of them, especially Feng Fei's eyes turning cold. Long Chen looked down on her actions.
Zhao Ritian's expression also changed. His fierce battle with Long Chen still required Feng Fei's help to remind him, which was essentially declaring that he was inferior to Long Chen.
"Shut up."
Zhao Ritian let out a piercing roar. His large hand summoned in the void, and a shining golden staff appeared in his hand. Zhao Ritian actually revealed his weapon, sweeping at Long Chen with one strike, and with another strike, the void scattered like a galaxy, radiating divine brilliance.
As soon as the weapon was unleashed, Long Chen's heart tightened. A terrifying threat of death filled his mind. Before the staff could sweep down, Long Chen had already started retreating.
However, the strike swept through the void, filling the sky with a galaxy of stars, leaving no way to dodge. Long Chen resisted with all his might, but was blasted away by the divine power attached to the strike.
Though not struck by the club, his scales shattered, blood streaming down, making him look like a bloodied man, severely wounded in one blow.
All the experts present were shocked. What kind of weapon was Zhao Ritian possessing? How could it be so terrifying?
But then again, Zhao Ritian himself was worth a fortune—what kind of divine weapon could he have chosen for it? Anything he could use as a weapon must be an incredibly terrifying divine artifact.
The long staff in Zhao Ritian's hand radiated multicolored divine light. As the staff appeared, the surrounding void began to collapse in large areas, as if the world itself could not contain it.
"Long Chen, I, Zhao Ritian, am a seedling of an emperor. You're just an ordinary mortal, yet you made me use the Heaven-Suppressing Dragon Staff.
Do you know how damn you are? Tell me, how should I kill you? Zhao Ritian looked at Long Chen, murderous intent flashing in his eyes as he said coldly.
Long Chen looked at the bloodstains on his body; the dragon scales had vanished, the power of dragon blood had fallen into slumber, and for now, he could no longer summon the Azure Dragon Battle Body.
But Long Chen didn't get discouraged. Instead, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Seeing Zhao Ritian's questioning, he disdainfully said, "
You're still so foolish. The questions you ask are so ridiculous. I'm too embarrassed to answer. If I did, I'd look as dumb as you."
If it weren't for that woman Feng Fei warning you, your source essence would be exhausted, and you probably wouldn't even have the strength to use this stick, would you? How can you still say such arrogant things now?
Truly a skin of iron—do you know what shame is? Do you realize that, in a sense, you have already lost?
And now you can still brazenly spout such arrogant things. I really don't know where your confidence comes from. If I were you, I would have already run my head into the ground and died, you know? "
Did I lose?" Nonsense! In this world, no one can defeat me, Zhao Ritian. Today, I'll let you experience the power of the most powerful divine weapon in the world—the Heaven-Suppressing Dragon-Coiling Staff. Long
Chen's mockery pierced Zhao Ritian's heart like a poisoned arrow. He could not accept the truth Long Chen said. He roared, raising the Thunder-Shaking Coiling Dragon Staff high, gathering divine might. The world roared and exploded, causing the faces of the powerful figures present to change, filling them with endless fear.
Long Chen snorted coldly, hesitating for a moment. Just as he was debating whether to summon the Heaven-flipping Seal or the Demon Moon Furnace, the ground beneath the Dragon Altar suddenly exploded, and a surge of evil energy surged forth, as if the gates of hell had opened.
"How dare you act arrogant over a single firewood stick?" A dark, evil, and bloodthirsty voice echoed through the world, sending chills down one's spine.