"Clang!"
Just as everyone was shocked by the High Priest's methods, he punched the bronze bell, producing a loud noise that startled everyone.
When Long Chen struck the bronze bell with his fist, the divine light on its body began to rapidly dimm.
Long Chen held a bronze fragment in his hand—it was a fragment of the Eastern Wilderness Bell. The fragment had a strong consciousness and wanted to come out, but was suppressed by the chaotic space.
When the High Priest made his move, Long Chen's courage instantly grew. He gripped the bronze shard in his palm and smashed it fiercely at the bronze bell. When the bronze shard touched the bell, a terrifying suction erupted from it, frantically absorbing the source power from the bell.
"This bronze bell possesses the primordial power of the Eastern Wilderness Bell, but lacks the artifact spirit. It's perfect to revive its primordial power."
Long Chen's heart stirred. He rode the bronze bell and smashed the bronze shard hard out of sight.
"Dang dang dang ..."
Dense bell tolls rang out, shaking heaven and earth, sending endless ripples across the world. The terrifying roar made the stars tremble, as if about to explode.
The powerful figures present were shaken by the bell sound, dizzy and dizzy, as if heaven and earth had been turned upside down and their heads felt like they were about to explode.
"What does the boss want to do?"
Guo Ran clutched his head and cried out in pain, but his cries were drowned out by the bell's ring, and even he couldn't hear a trace.
The Ye family head was shocked, forming hand seals to retrieve the bronze bell, but suddenly he discovered that the bell had lost contact with his soul.
"Clang"
—a loud sound suddenly rang out, followed by a crisp crack. To everyone's astonishment, the bronze bell, as large as a mountain, rapidly shrank to just over one zhang high. At the top of the bell, a hole the size of a bowl appeared.
"Huh?"
Everyone's mouths dropped open, their eyes nearly popping out. Long Chen actually punched a huge hole in this terrifying artifact with his fists? They couldn't believe their own eyes.
Although Master Tianyu said it was a replica, just now it had displayed its might, confronting the Northern Source Sword, and its world-destroying power was terrifying.
But this bronze bell, which could stand against the Supreme Divine Artifact, was actually broken by Long Chen with his fist? If Long Chen really had that ability? And how could he have been driven to death by that old woman of the Divine Clan?
"My origin power, damn bastard!"
At this moment, the Ye family head finally took back the bronze bell. Seeing the large hole in the bell and feeling its source energy rapidly dissipating, his heart ached so much that his face turned green.
He formed hand seals with both hands, divine lights surging forth, covering the gap in the bronze bell, trying to temporarily seal it.
But the source power of the bronze bell was simply unstoppable. In just a few breaths, no matter how hard the Ye family head tried, it eventually dissipated.
This terrifying replica artifact had turned into nothing but scrap metal. The Ye family head, both shocked and furious, suddenly turned to look at Long Chen, his face full of murderous intent. His old face twisted and deformed from rage, looking like a demon, intimidating and terrifying.
"Why are you looking at me?" You imitate the great Donghuang Bell, which itself is a form of desecration. I smash it, and you refuse to accept it?
If you're not convinced, go ahead and try it! Let's see if the High Priest will slap you to death. Long Chen stood with his hands behind his back, full of confidence. He stared directly at the Ye family head through his nose, his tail raised as if it could reach the sky, his expression utterly asking for a beating.
Damn it, if I had known the High Priest was so terrifying, why hold back when challenging the Lord of the Divine Clan? I should have gone all out from the start, maybe even taking down one of Jiang Wuchen or Ye Liangchen.
Long Chen was filled with regret, but he couldn't show it now. He wanted to show others that he was confident and under control, and that he could get angry at them.
Here, Master Tianyu wielded the Northern Source Sword, and behind the scenes, the High Priest was secretly watching. Even the two supreme beings of the Divine Clan dared not act rashly here.
Suddenly, the old woman of the Divine Clan spotted in the distant void, dressed in white, ethereal and ethereal, like a divine king descending into the clouds.
Yun Tian had been standing at a distance, neither participating in the battle nor in the neutral zone. He had been quietly watching, as if pondering something, and many people had even ignored his presence.
"Brother Yun Tian, be careful." Long Chen suddenly let out a startled cry.
The old woman of the Divine Clan dared not touch Long Chen, her fury with nowhere to vent. She set her sights on Yun Tian. With a flicker, she appeared in front of him and struck at his throat with a claw.
The distance was too great; Long Chen wanted to rescue her in too late. Even if he had, his cultivation was too low to stop the old woman. Long Chen was furious—the Divine Clan was shameless, lacking any trace of mastery to attack a junior.
"Buzz!"
Facing the suddenly appearing old woman, Yun Tian showed no panic. A rune on his brow lit up automatically, radiating divine light and forming a domain.
The rune was an ancient immortal script for the character "Emperor." As soon as it appeared, a vast imperial might radiated out.
"The aura of an emperor—who is this person..."
People's hearts raced wildly. The emperor's might was vast yet calm, neither domineering nor threatening, yet it inspires awe deep into the soul.
"Pfft"
Facing the old woman of the Divine Clan, Yun Tian's expression remained calm. He slashed out with his long sword, and to everyone's shock, her hands flew out of her body, severing them with a single strike.
"What?"
Everyone, including Long Chen, was terrified. The old woman's claws were covered in scales, extremely terrifying, yet in front of Yun Tian, they were severed by a single sword strike.
That sword strike was ordinary, like cutting through a radish, severing the hands of a Fusion Heaven Realm expert filled with divine power.
"Pfft"
Yuntian swung his sword again, slashing at the old woman of the divine race. However, as she quickly retreated, the sword only slit his throat, blood splattering everywhere, but not her neck bone.
The old woman of the Divine Clan rapidly retreated. As she withdrew from Yun Tian's domain, the imperial mark on Yun Tian's brow slowly faded, and her imperial aura vanished as well.
"This... What's going on? "Today, people feel like they're dreaming; the world is so crazy, and their imaginations have been overturned several times.
Long Chen smashed the terrifying artifact with his fist. This mysterious man in white, with a wave of his hand, severed the hands of a Fusion Heaven Realm expert, nearly decapitating him. People felt his head was running out.
"Let's just let today's matter end here. How about that?" At that moment, a deep voice came from afar, echoing through heaven and earth, but only the voice was heard, no sign of a person.
The voice was somewhat aged but carried endless authority. As he spoke, the laws of heaven and earth trembled, as if being oppressed.
"The Lord is giving you such respect, old man."How could rotten people possibly step on their noses and face with them? It was all just a misunderstanding, so it was best to let it go. The high priest's voice came, equally calm and composed, neither servile nor arrogant.
The two of them each spoke from afar, then vanished without a trace. The Ye family head's face darkened, gritting his teeth, snorting coldly as his body flickered and vanished into the void.
The old woman of the Zhao family had a face full of wrinkles, twisted like a flower curl, her eyes squeezed into triangles, looking like a monster, looking extremely frightening.
Although his arms had grown back and the wound on his neck had healed, the bloodstains on his body still recorded the humiliation from earlier.
Zhao Ritian died, and she couldn't avenge him. She wanted to kill Yun Tian but was almost killed by him. Today, the Zhao family suffered the greatest setback in history.
"Just you wait. I will make you regret coming into this world." The old woman's words were like a demon's curse, sending chills down her spine. After speaking, she left.
"Long Chen, just wait. When my spiritual bone is activated, I'll come back to take your head." Jiang Wuchen, covered in blood, watched as Long Chen coldly uttered a sentence, then boarded the chariot and left with Feng Fei and the others.
"Long Chen, this time you're lucky, but no one can live by luck forever. Just wait, next time we meet, you will surely die by my sword." Ye Liangchen's face darkened; his vision was abruptly interrupted, and he felt extremely resentful.
But now that the Tianwu Alliance has someone backing him up, and the Lord has given an order, today's matter is settled. He can only leave.
Long Aotian glanced at Long Chen, intending to say something, but after thinking it over, he said nothing and left as well.
Everyone from the Divine Clan left, and Fairy Dan took the Ancient Clan members with them. As for the evil path, Ye Ming never showed up from beginning to end.
As for the evil sect disciples, only a few thousand escaped capture, taken away by evil cultivators like Xie Wentian and other evil sect experts. Long Chen secretly asked the old man if he could eliminate all the evil sect members and the Sea Demon clan's members.
But the old man shook his head at Long Chen. Although he didn't quite understand why, Long Chen could only let them leave.
Some strong figures from the neutral zone came over to congratulate Long Chen. A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Long Chen's mouth, and he ignored them, instead exchanging some pleasantries with the elders of the Nangong family, Beitang family, and Mo Sect.
Long Chen was full of contempt for neutral strongmen. Even now, he was still so conservative, really thinking that standing on the wall to watch the commotion made him safe?
When the avalanche strikes, no one can stay out of it. The dark age is about to arrive, and when the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain intact? They can't even tell who truly cares for the Tianwu Continent, only thinking about self-preservation. Such people are the most despised of all.
After some pleasantries, Nangong Zuiyue and Beitang Rushuang said goodbye to Long Chen and each took their disciples and left.
"Long Chen, let me introduce you. This is Lord Le Si of our Miao Le Immortal Palace, also the steward of our palace master. He is her grand disciple."
At that moment, Ziyan and a group of disciples from the Miaolexian Palace walked over. Ziyan held the hand of a beautiful middle-aged woman and smiled as she introduced to Long Chen.
The middle-aged woman looked extremely quiet and dignified, exuding an innate noble aura that was very pleasant to look at. She was like a kind elder, and looking into her eyes felt especially warm.
"Junior Long Chen, greetings to senior." Long Chen hurriedly bowed.
"Truly heroic and heroic, peerless. Ziyan didn't misjudge her." The old woman smiled at Long Chen, her eyes full of admiration.
The female disciples of the Miaole Immortal Palace behind her chuckled secretly. Ziyan's pretty face flushed bright red; she hadn't expected Lord Le Si to speak so directly.
"Why didn't Lord Le Si make a move just now?" Have you forgotten the identity of Miao Le Immortal Palace? At
that moment, a cold voice rang out, sending a terrifying chill through everyone.