Beheading is an extremely humiliating way to die. In the secular world, only those guilty of heinous crimes are punished with such punishment, or those with deep hatred are allowed to die without a whole corpse.
In the cultivation world, corpses left unscathed were common. With force, one could blow someone apart with a single punch, but deliberately beheading someone was rare. Unless hatred reached a certain level, no one would want to use such a technique.
But today, Long Chen used it. He had hundreds of ways to kill the Divine Clan Holy Lord, but Long Chen used the one the Divine Clan found most unacceptable.
"Long Chen... The
Divine Clan experts roared, their eyes blazing. Long Chen beheaded the Holy Lord and destroyed his soul right before everyone's eyes—this was the greatest insult to the Divine Clan.
Long Aotian's spear trembled in his hand, but he didn't dare move, because his mother was being held in Long Chen's hands like a dead dog.
At this moment, Long Aotian gritted his teeth but had no solution. Long Chen was unyielding to both soft and hard tactics, unyielding to oil and salt; once he made a decision, not even the gods could change it.
Moreover, this man was a madman. No one knew what a madman might do. He had barely escaped but refused to leave, causing chaos among the Divine Clan. Now, powerful figures from various domains were rushing over, yet Long Chen seemed completely indifferent.
Long Aotian wanted to save his mother. Long Aotian was indifferent to his father, but extremely dependent on his mother. The path he is today was all shaped by his mother, and his life path was paved by her mother.
Even his future path after ascending to the previous stage was arranged for him. His mother had placed all her future on him, naturally showering him with endless pampering.
Long Aotian tried several times to save his mother, but if Long Chen had a single thought, her mother would lose her life instantly. He was anxious and angry, but powerless to do anything.
"Long Chen, what exactly do you want to do to let my mother go?" Long Aotian's face twisted as he shouted sternly.
"You want me to let your mother go?" It's easy, as long as you pay me back everything you owe. Long Chen held Long Aotian's mother and looked at him calmly.
"That's impossible. If I give it to you, I'm just a cripple." Long Aotian shouted angrily.
"Hahaha..." Long Chen laughed loudly toward the sky, then suddenly said coldly, "You, an adult, know that losing your spiritual blood, spiritual roots, and spiritual bones makes you a cripple."
Back when I was still a baby, how could you have brought yourself to do it? Now you want me to let your mother go? When did you ever think about letting me go back then? Spare my whole family? Hearing
the conversation between Long Aotian and Long Chen, the powerful figures on the outskirts of the Divine Clan were in an uproar. Although they had roughly guessed the secrets from back then, they still couldn't be certain.
Now that Long Aotian had admitted it himself, countless people felt a wave of disappointment. Long Aotian, the supreme genius of the Divine Clan, a peerless prodigy who hadn't appeared in tens of thousands of years, had actually committed such a despicable act. Everything about him was actually stripped away from Long Chen.
As for Long Chen, even though he had lost his spiritual blood, roots, and bones, and had become a half-dead cripple, he still reached the pinnacle of martial arts.
The other became a cripple, stranded in a secular small country, struggling to cultivate, and had to fight for every resource on his own.
The other is in the gods' race, where all resources are concentrated in him—whatever he wants, he gets.
Compared to the two, the two are worlds apart. What is a true strongman? Even if you break my wings, I can still soar across the sky.
Long Chen's voice continued to echo in the sky: "In this world, there are many truths that cannot be explained clearly."
Only when the board hits yourself do you understand what pain is, and only when it hurts do some foolish people learn to respect it.
You keep watching others suffer, which is why you can stand above others and appreciate their struggles in pain.
Today, I want you to experience what that feeling feels like. As
Long Chen spoke, he looked at Long Aotian's mother in his hand and gritted his teeth, "You vicious woman, you're the real culprit. My home was destroyed by you."
Originally, I was supposed to skin you alive and grind you to dust here, but I, Long Chen, have no intention of dealing with a woman.
Today I deliberately let you escape, to give you hope, but I want you to know that hope is right in front of you, yet you simply can't hold onto.
Even if the gods descend today, they won't save your life. Today, I am here to deliver the final judgment on what you did back then. "
Whoosh."
Suddenly, with a large hand pull, Long Aotian's mother's primordial spirit was pulled out. Flames rose in Long Chen's hand, continuously scorching her soul.
"Ah..."
Long Aotian's mother let out a piercing scream. Even the alchemical fire to refine her soul couldn't withstand heavenly punishment, let alone a woman who lived a life of luxury and comfort.
"Long Chen... Long
Aotian was furious. He knew Long Chen was determined to kill his mother. It was impossible to save her. Now, he could only kill Long Chen to avenge her.
"Rumble... Long
Aotian struck in fury, his dragon spear surging, tearing through the void as it thrust toward Long Chen.
"Ssshh... Long
Chen snorted coldly, his primordial spirit shooting out, his spear shooting straight at Long Aotian.
"No..."
Long Aotian's mother screamed. Long Chen was so vicious, he was determined to die at the hands of his own son.
This time, Long Aotian seemed to know Long Chen would use this move. He appeared to strike with full force, but in reality, he held back a lot. Seeing his mother's primordial spirit fly, he was overjoyed, hurriedly withdrew his dragon spear, and reached out to catch her soul.
"Bang!"
Long Aotian caught his mother's primordial spirit, afraid Long Chen might suddenly attack and quickly retreated, but his expression quickly changed.
"How could this happen... Long Aotian's mother's face was full of unwillingness. Her primordial spirit was caught but cracked inside.
Long Aotian was stunned too. He had caught it, so why did he still fail? Her mother's primordial spirit was slowly fading, on the verge of destruction, powerless to save the heavens.
"I told you, I would let you see hope, but I couldn't hold onto it. Didn't you want to give my head to my mother, so she could see what I would look like when I grew up?
Now that I am giving your primordial spirit to your son, it shouldn't be too much, right? Long Chen stood with his hands behind his back, speaking calmly.
"How could this happen? I don't want to die... I don't want to die... Long Aotian's
mother's primordial spirit struggled desperately in Long Aotian's hands. Unfortunately, no matter how hard Long Aotian tried, it could not change the fate of his mother's primordial spirit continuously dissipating.
"Bang!"
Finally, Long Aotian's mother's soul shattered. She left with fear, unwillingness, and perhaps a trace of regret, ending her sinful life.
"Mother..."
Long Aotian roared like a beast. His father had been killed by Long Chen, and his mother had died right before his eyes. He was instantly driven mad.
"Long Chen, I will tear you to pieces."
Long Aotian suddenly howled toward the sky, his long hair flying, and charged at Long Chen with an endless fierce aura.