"Despicable dragon clan, how dare you resort to underhanded tactics?" The Kunpeng Ancestor let out a deafening roar.
It turned out that the dust was nothing else—it was the rust Long Chen scraped off from the chains when he landed on the ghost ship, infused with the terrifying power of time.
Even the terrifying body of the Kunpeng Ancestor could not withstand the corrosive power of time; the wounds instantly rotted over large areas.
"Boom boom boom... Ancestor Kunpeng rolled wildly, trying to throw Long Chen off his back.
"Pfft" Unfortunately,
not only did he fail to throw Long Chen down, but Long Chen took the opportunity to strike another wing of the Kunpeng Patriarch with his blade.
"Whoosh."
Long Chen sprinkled another handful of rust on his other wound, still sneering coldly:
"First, I'm not a dragon. Second, when it comes to despicability, who could be more despicable than your Kunpeng clan?"
Clearly, they knelt and begged for mercy, bowing their heads in submission, yet secretly plotting against the Dragon Clan. This is merely returning the favor with the enemy's own way.
Even putting aside the first two, you're a three-flower-level Earth Venerable powerhouse, living for a long time, yet you're coming to deal with a rookie like me who just entered the Immortal King realm. Aren't you despicable?
How is it? You've lived so many years, and all your cultivation has been trained to this extent? You're covered in fur, yet you laugh at others for looking like chickens? "
Boom boom boom...
The Kunpeng Patriarch struggled desperately, but no matter what, he couldn't shake Long Chen off. Long Chen was like a barnacle stuck to the bottom of a ship; no matter how hard the Kunpeng Patriarch tried, he couldn't do anything to him.
At this moment, Ancestor Kunpeng was also panicking. Someone as powerful as he was, Long Chen had seized an opportunity and could kill him.
If this continued, his wounds would never heal, and to resist the corrosion of the patin, he would have to consume a great deal of primordial power to wear down the power of time.
He would become weaker and weaker, and Long Chen was like a cheetah hiding in the shadows—once seized, he would deliver a fatal blow.
"Regain human form, otherwise how could I have thrown him off?"
In the distance, countless powerful figures watched the Kunpeng Ancestor struggling frantically. They wanted to rescue but couldn't get close, fearing accidental injury. Someone shouted.
Prompted by that person's warning, Ancestor Kunpeng immediately shrank his body, and just as he was about to transform into human form,
"Puff puff"
His pair of wings were torn off by Long Chen, and Ancestor Kunpeng let out another piercing scream.
"Hahaha, idiot, now that you've transformed into human form, your strength is limited. Can you still keep these wings?"
Long Chen laughed heartily, but suddenly his smile faded and he put on an apologetic expression and said,
"Sorry, I was really rude. You and Kuntu are both my major clients. I shouldn't have mocked you, so there won't be any repeat customers in the future."
"I'll kill you!"
Ancestor Kunpeng roared, his face twisted, eyes blazing with fury as he wielded a blood-red halberd and charged at Long Chen.
"Boom!"
Facing the Kunpeng Ancestor's strike, Long Chen blocked with a punch. With a loud explosion, the Kunpeng Ancestor was shaken back three steps, while Long Chen's body only swayed slightly.
"You've already lost your wings, and nearly half of your cultivation has been lost. What do you have to be arrogant now? Is it because of your thick skin like a city wall? Long Chen still maintained his stance of punching to face the enemy, his face full of a cold smile.
Perhaps it was because the true dragon's essence blood flowed within him, ravaging the Kunpeng clan, which filled Long Chen with great satisfaction.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, something unusual happened in the space behind Long Chen. A longsword tore through the air, and the mighty power of faith surged in like a tide.
"Boom!"
Long Chen swung his fist backhand, his arm shaking violently, a sharp pain surging across his fist, as the sharp sword had actually cut open a wound.
Long Chen turned to look, and sure enough, the attacker was Liao Bencang, the Hall Master of the Nine Nether Hall. At this moment, Liao Bencang was also visibly shocked. His faith power was unstoppable, yet it could only break through Long Chen's outer defenses, without even harming his muscles or bones.
"It seems that this time, the true self has finally descended. If I kill you this time, it will truly be a god-slaying measure." Long Chen looked at Liao Bencang, his face sinister, his eyes filled with icy murderous intent.
The Nine Nether Hall specializes in slaughtering those Nine-Star successors who have not yet matured, and he is one of them.
Back in the world-destroying battle on the Tianwu Continent, Long Chen nearly died at the hands of the Nine Nether Hall's experts. Too many people perished in that battle, bringing endless pain to Long Chen.
Although the Great Brahma Heaven is the mastermind behind the scenes, Liao Bencang before them is the executioner.
"Today, let's settle this for good!" Long Chen glanced at the spatial gate, took a deep breath, and said coldly.
Now that Huo Ling'er was absorbing those hellfires, the souls of the dead were no longer scorched by hellfire, so there was no more resentment. Without enough resentment as motivation, the gates of hell couldn't be opened.
Now it seemed everything was under control. Now that the root cause had been completed, there was no rush to destroy the spatial gate. Long Chen wanted to avenge the dead Nine Star successors first.
"Ignorant kid, who do you think you are? Still slaying gods? Dream on! Liao Bencang sneered, a divine statue appearing behind him, its sacred radiance instantly enveloping him.
Endless power of faith wrapped around him, worshipping him. Behind that massive statue were countless small sculptures.
Each statue is a reservoir of faith power, and each statue represents the legacy of a different dimension.
The Nine Nether Hall is spread across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and in the mortal realm, countless followers abound. The faith power accumulated over countless years is unimaginable.
This is the most terrifying aspect of divine cultivation: they are gods who stand above all beings, elevating their status with their lives and faith. They can freely enjoy and dominate the faith power of their followers.
The strength of divine cultivators does not lie in their realm or their artifacts, but in how much faith they possess.
Now that Liao Bencang's true self had descended, he had summoned his statue and used all his faith power. His aura was ignited in an instant. He was only at the Realm King realm, but his aura was even more terrifying than the Kunpeng Ancestor, a three-flower-level Earth Venerable.
"As long as my faith endures, my soul will live forever. You will never kill me, and I can easily crush you." Liao Bencang said coldly.
"Oh?" So I want to try the legendary immortality—does it really exist? Long Chen looked at Liao Bencang, the blood slowly flowing through his body suddenly surged rapidly.
"Boom!"
As the dragon blood surged, all the golden spherical runes within Long Chen were awakened. Only now did Long Chen enter his strongest state.
Feeling the endless power within him, as if it might burst him apart, Long Chen slowly reached out his large hand toward the hilt of the blade behind him.
When Long Chen gripped the Minghong Blade with his large hand,At that moment, the vast sea of killing intent locked onto Liao Bencang, and in that instant, the entire world was silent without sound.
"Clang!"
The long blade was drawn, and the world's murderous aura was absorbed by the shadow of the Sky-Breaking Blade without a trace. The blade sliced through the heavenly wall and slashed straight at Liao Bencang.
Long Chen held nothing back in this strike; he had only one thought in his mind—to take out Liao Bencang.