"Boom!"
With a thunderous explosion, Long Chen's palm and index finger were shattered, his arm went numb, and with a muffled groan, his internal organs nearly flipped over.
"Enpuda!"
The attack was silent. Long Chen's block was purely instinctive. With a single block, Empuda's face suddenly appeared in Long Chen's mind.
"Rumble rumble... Sand
and stones flew across heaven and earth, causing the sun and moon to lose their light, stars trembling wildly. Long Chen was horrified to discover that a world-shaking battle was erupting here.
Long Chen was sent rolling out by Empuda's dagger, but he didn't see any trace of Empuda. The terrifying aura of death locked him tightly.
Long Chen roared angrily, swinging his long blade repeatedly, slashing thirty-six in one breath. The thirty-six explosive sounds followed one after another, so dense it felt like a single explosion.
Long Chen was shocked. Enpuda's attacks were so fast that he couldn't even see the moves, attacking wildly with full-screen perception. In reality, Long Chen's attacks were all based on intuition.
At this moment, he was like a blind man—unable to see the enemy or sense their position, relying on his sense of death to make random moves.
This was Long Chen's first real battle with Empuda. Only now did he realize just how terrifying Empuda was. In the past, Empuda was always disguising himself, but today he abandoned it—he was truly going to kill him.
Under the fierce storm of attacks, Long Chen didn't even have time to activate his battle body. All his time was spent frantically defending against it. One mistake would mean death.
"Boom!"
Another long blade tore through the sky, shattering countless paths. With a loud explosion, the void shattered, and Empuda's massive body finally appeared.
It was Xia Guhong who made his move. At this moment, a three-colored divine flower appeared behind him. The three flowers swirled, divine power reached the heavens. Xia Guhong wielded a long blade, like a god descending to earth, carrying supreme divine might and looking down on the world.
"You fat bastard, how dare you ambush me!"
Smack!
At the very moment Xia Guhong forced Empuda out, Long Chen, who had been holding back his anger, slapped his chubby face with a loud bang. Empuda's round body was sent flying.
Long Chen was both shocked and furious. Enpuda's attacks were relentless, giving him no chance to catch his breath. He had unleashed so many moves in one go, reaching his limit. If Xia Guhong hadn't intervened, he would have been dead.
And in the most humiliating and humiliating way, Long Chen was assassinated. In his rage, seeing an opportunity, Long Chen slapped him hard across the face without hesitation.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the void around Long Chen exploded, and countless powerful figures appeared. Long Chen immediately spotted Weng Taibei, the ancestor of the Kunpeng clan, the old monster of the Primordial Demon Clan, and many other powerful figures.
These old monsters, in the strange phenomena behind them, also held three divine flowers. The divine flowers swirled, their Dao arts reaching the heavens, and their terrifying aura pressed down on Long Chen, making him feel as if he were holding a world beneath him, his body nearly being crushed.
"Long Chen, you little beast, you still bring the Rakshasa fate here."
Liao Bencang roared in anger. The endless power of faith behind him erupted, also condensing three divine flowers. However, his divine flowers were all of the same color, while Xia Guhong and the others had three colors.
"If you want to kill my brother, first ask me, Xia Guhong, if he's willing to agree."
Xia Guhong snorted coldly, his long blade dropping. Even as Liao Bencang tried several different movement techniques, Xia Guhong still struck him with precision.
With a loud explosion, Liao Bencang was sent flying by Xia Guhong's blade. In front of Xia Guhong, he was clearly no match.
"Rumble... A
Kunpeng appeared, its wings covering the sky, piercing through the firmament. Its massive figure covered the entire world. Suddenly, it opened its huge mouth, endless divine radiance swirling, and a beam of divine light shot toward Xia Guhong.
That was the ancestor of the Kunpeng clan. He had activated his life-bound divine ability, and as soon as that divine light appeared, even Long Chen was locked onto.
Long Chen's soul was in sharp pain, as if it was about to be torn apart, as if his soul was about to be scattered. Long Chen was terrified; a simple lock on him nearly made him unable to withstand it. Such an attack was enough to kill him millions of times in one blow.
Facing the Kunpeng clan's ancestor's attack, Xia Guhong sneered, gripping the blade with both hands—one gripping the hilt, the other supporting the blade—and actually used the blade to counter the divine light.
"Boom!"
The divine light descended and struck Xia Guhong's blade. A divine pattern appeared on the blade, converging into a dragon-headed sparrow-body pattern. The moment the pattern lit up, the attack unleashed by Ancestor Kunpeng was shattered instantly.
"Rumble rumble... Billions
of divine light fragments shot out like sharp swords, piercing clouds and splitting stones. The ancient cities underground collapsed one after another. These ancient cities, tempered by time, were indestructible but could not withstand these divine light fragments.
"Death!"
Suddenly, a roar erupted, demonic energy soaring skyward. Four old monsters of the Primordial Demon Clan joined forces to attack.
"Back then, I could kill you so much you terrorized; today, I can kill you until you kneel and beg for mercy." Xia Guhong's long blade slashed horizontally, and the Dragon Sparrow Divine Pattern lit up again.
With a loud explosion, Xia Guhong staggered back several steps, while the four old monsters of the Primordial Demon Clan were sent flying like meteors, fighting four opponents at once, their dominance unmatched.
"So what if you all go in together? Today, let's see who can walk out of Ziyan Tiandu alive. Xia
Guhong shook his long blade, the blade roaring and exploding. Standing in the void, he seemed like a heavenly emperor towering above the mortal world, looking down upon eternity, exuding an indescribable dominance and composure.
Only then did Long Chen realize that they had been fighting for a while. They had probably suffered a major loss, and in a fit of rage, wanted to kill Long Chen. Naturally, Xia Guhong had to back him up.
"Long Chen, you little bastard, hand over my Mad Blade and the Thunder Tower, or else you'll be unable to live or die."
Weng Taibei looked at Long Chen, his eyes reddening. That was the national treasure of the Purple Thunder Empire, and it had all fallen into Long Chen's hands.
"Not only must you return the two divine artifacts, but you must also return my origin runes... At that moment,
a figure in the distance looked at Long Chen, his eyes full of hatred—it was Weng Tianyao.
"Lei Ling'er, you didn't kill him!" Long Chen couldn't help but ask.
Lei Ling'er immediately felt a bit embarrassed and said, "Sorry, Brother Long Chen. I saw how miserable he was, so I didn't feel comfortable killing him." Lei
Ling'er had taken Weng Tianyao's Thunder Blade and the Ancient Pagoda, and also extracted his origin runes. Weng Tianyao was already in a half-crippled state. In the end, she didn't kill him and let him go. Now, seeing Long Chen ask, she felt a bit uneasy.
Long Chen smiled and said, "Not bad, not bad. Now you have your own emotions and the ability to judge right from wrong, instead of always doing things according to my will. That's great—you're getting better and better." Seeing
that Long Chen didn't blame her but instead praised her, Lei Ling'er was deeply moved. But to Long Chen, a half-dead Weng Tianyao was nothing. Instead, Lei Ling'er had developed independent thinking, which made him very happy—she had grown up.
Want to get something from me, Long Chen? You're overthinking it. Faced with Weng Taibei and Weng Tianyao's demands, Long Chen couldn't be bothered with them and just showed a disdainful expression, which counted as an answer.
Long Chen's expression instantly enraged everyone, because these people were either descendants, disciples, or clansmen—either killed or crippled by Long Chen. They wished they could bite Long Chen to death.
"Xia Guhong, I, Weng Taibei, want to kill this little bastard. Let's see if you can stop him." Weng Taibei roared, wielding a thunder spear. The thunder roared, echoing across the clear sky, carrying supreme divine might as he charged forward.
Seeing Weng Taibei's ferocious expression, Long Chen quietly asked the dragon clan expert:
"Senior, if someone attacks me later, can I kill one with a bronze cauldron?" Watching them act tough makes me annoyed. "