One strike shook heaven and earth, tearing the entire world apart. Even the starry sky above the ninth heaven seemed to be sliced open like a painting.
It wasn't a Heaven-Opening Divine Technique, nor any spell. This strike was the purest form of power, without any technique.
This strike was the bond between the invisible and tangible forces within Long Chen's heart, and he hadn't used a blade for a long time.
When he unleashed this strike, Long Chen suddenly understood that he didn't need to rack his brains to combine invisible and tangible forces.
All that is needed is a fusion point between invisible and tangible power, and that fusion point for this person is his long blade.
Although the Dragon God Body Refining Technique originated from dragon clan experts, by Long Chen's side, it had lost its original form. This was a unique divine ability.
Long Chen had no dragon horns, but he could wield weapons. When movement and stillness, clarity and clumsiness, yin and yang merged into the long blade, everything suddenly became clear.
In fact, this wasn't Long Chen's fault. Dragons don't use weapons; every part of their bodies is the strongest divine weapon, so they never bothered to use weapons.
Therefore, when the dragon clan powerhouse taught Long Chen the Dragon God Body Refining Technique, they also instilled the idea that the body is the strongest weapon, which limited Long Chen's thinking.
Now that Long Chen wielded the Minghong Blade, when all his power merged into the blade and endless runes lit up, it not only illuminated the world but also illuminated the path forward.
"Rumble rumble...
The long blade slashed down, not fast, but it gave no time to dodge. This strike not only locked Liao Bencang but also locked the entire world. This strike aimed not only to kill Liao Bencang but also to destroy this entire world.
At that moment, everyone present was locked onto by the terrifying and murderous aura. Their hearts raced wildly. They were all ancient monsters who had lived countless years, fighting all their lives, yet had never witnessed such a terrifying strike.
"In my name, command all beings. The power of all beings is my power, the lives of all beings, and I may take whatever I want..."
Seeing Long Chen slash at him, Liao Bencang chanted loudly. As he spoke, the massive statue behind him lit up, the three flowers gathering on it. At the same time, the millions of small statues began to tremble, with white threads connecting the large statues.
"This is a gamble of all faith power. Is Liao Bencang going all out? He's just an Immortal King—has he really been pushed to that point? Someone exclaimed.
You have to understand, although faith power is terrifying, once depleted, it can't be restored in years or decades; it may take tens of millions or even tens of millions of years to recover.
Divine cultivators have their strengths, but they also have a huge drawback: if their faith power is insufficient, they cannot advance.
Liao Bencang was at the peak of the Realm King, just one step away from Divine Venerable. Normally, in a few more years, when his faith power reached its limit, he could advance to Divine Venerable.
But this time, after using so much faith power, even if Liao Bencang killed Long Chen, his path to advancement would be extended indefinitely, and the cost would be too high.
So when all of Liao Bencang's statues lit up, the hearts of these Divine Venerables raced wildly. Long Chen's long blade had locked onto Liao Bencang, and it seemed the terror of this strike was far beyond what they had seen.
On Liao Bencang's long sword, endless power of faith trembled, streaking across the sky and radiating a crescent-shaped divine light.
Within that divine radiance, countless figures could be seen, kneeling devoutly in prayer. All of them were followers of Liao Bencang, and the sword sliced through the void, carrying supreme divine power as it slashed at Long Chen's long blade.
"I have billions of followers, and you're just a poor kid with no background. What do you have to fight me?" Liao Bencang slashed out with his sword, his furious roar shaking the heavens.
Liao Bencang was furious and in pain, but Long Chen's strike was terrifying, shaking his fate's golden thread. This meant this strike had the chance to kill him, forcing him to unleash his full power.
Along with the pain, he was filled with endless hatred, because he was about to ascend to Divine Venerable. After this strike, he might need to delay for a hundred years.
"All you can do is fool a bunch of brainless idiots. No matter how poor I, Long Chen, am not willing to deceive anyone. Even if you have billions of followers, it won't change your fate of being slain." Long Chen shouted coldly.
"Boom!"
The clash of blades and swords shattered the heavens and earth. The laws of heaven and earth collapsed in an instant, and the once clear world was reduced to chaos.
Great Dao runes scattered, fragments of time and space flew everywhere. The surrounding Three Flowers-level Earth Venerable experts had long prepared defenses, yet their blood and energy surged violently, stars appeared before their eyes, and some even split their brows, their primordial spirits nearly shattered.
This was a world-shaking impact, releasing energy that shattered laws, chaos in order, and endless spatial rifts around it, like the mouth of a monster, greedily sucking in the world.
"Buzz buzz buzz...
Endless energy collided back and forth, the laws of the Heavenly Dao were continuously torn apart. Amid endless roars, Long Chen gripped the Minghong Blade, pressing down on Liao Bencang with all his might. The two divine weapons trembled, roared, and roared.
"What?"
People were shocked to discover that Liao Bencang had used such terrifying faith power to fight Long Chen to a standstill?
No, it wasn't exactly evenly matched, because Long Chen's long blade pressed down, and countless thunderous waves roared, causing the space beneath Liao Bencang's feet to twist continuously. Clearly, Long Chen held the upper hand.
The Sanhua-level Earth Venerable experts present had been speculating before whether Long Chen would be killed by Liao Bencang in a single strike. Even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured. Only they knew the terrifying power of faith.
That was truly terrifying power. Although everyone was a three-flower-level Earth Venerable expert, they all knew that if Liao Bencang fought desperately, no one would dare to stand against him.
But Long Chen's long blade roared, overpowering Liao Bencang. The scene left everyone unable to believe their eyes.
There was no technique, only violent clashes, strength and weakness obvious. Their divine weapons trembled, blades rubbing against swords, producing piercing sonic booms, sparks flying like stars bursting forth.
"Buzz buzz buzz...
In the void, ripples centered on the two of them surged in all directions, forming death ripples that washed over heaven and earth.
The divine ring behind Long Chen trembled, the dragon's figure surging within the ring, boundless power erupting. At this moment, Long Chen looked down like a god descended to earth, looking down at Liao Bencang, murderous intent surging in his eyes.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the divine ring behind Long Chen lit up brightly, and the resonant dragon roar rang out again. The piercing roar pierced through clouds and cracked rocks. Unlike the previous roar, this sound seemed to come from an ancient world, crossing through time and space.
"Boom!"
Heaven and earth resonated, golden auspicious clouds erupted, and Liao Bencang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, while the tens of millions of statues behind him instantly cracked.
"What?"
At that moment, countless faces showed expressions of terror.