Long Chen pressed the golden lotus seed against his head and charged toward the Gate of Flame Void, when suddenly the golden lotus seed burst forth with supreme divine radiance.
The massive Yanxu Gate suddenly trembled, then shattered with a thunderous crash to everyone's astonishment. Along with it, the sky-covering giant hand shattered as well.
"Rumble... The
spatial gate shattered, transforming into a massive black vortex stretching ten thousand miles. The golden lotus seeds above Long Chen's head radiated divine light, illuminating the depths of the vortex.
From the whirlpool, people saw a world of black flames. In that endless sea of flames, the golden lotus seed's divine light could only illuminate one corner of it.
In this corner, a long-haired man was glaring at Long Chen with a face full of shock and anger. Long Chen saw that one of the man's arms had disappeared, and golden flames still clinged to his shoulder.
"That's impossible. Long Chen has killed countless people—how could he possibly gain your approval?" The man roared in anger.
"Rumble... The
man's furious roar echoed from the endless vortex, shaking the myriad Dao to collapse. Long Chen grunted, blood spilling from his ears, nose, and eyes.
All the powerful beings present, friend and foe, were shaken so hard their eardrums rumbled, instantly dazed, their souls aching in pain, as if torn apart.
"This is definitely a Celestial Venerable-level powerhouse."
Yu Xiaoyun and the others were shocked; this man in black was terrifying.
But even though he was so terrifying, he could still be wounded by Long Chen from a distance—no, it should have been by Long Chen's golden lotus seed from a distance.
Long Chen did not answer him, and of course, the golden lotus seed did not respond either. Amidst the endless divine radiance, the vortex slowly shrank and finally disappeared, restoring the world to its original form.
...
"Third Brother, ..."
Amidst the endless black sea of fire, chaotic energy surged. A person cried out in alarm—it was none other than Yan Xu's eighth son, Yan Hong's brother, Yan Feng.
The man with one arm severed was Yan Xu's third son, Yan Shang. At this moment, shock and anger appeared on Yan Shang's face.
"Boom!"
An endless sea of fire erupted beneath Yan Shang's feet, chaotic energy intertwining like thunder, enveloping him for billions of miles of fire.
As the black flames continuously poured into Yan Shang's body, the golden flames on his severed arm slowly extinguished.
"How could this happen? Even you can't handle Long Chen with your own intervention? Yan Feng said in shock.
Back when Long Chen killed Yan Hong, he had intervened from afar, but Long Chen was protected by the golden lotus seed, so he couldn't do anything to him.
This time, Yan Shang personally intervened. After all, Yan Shang was a Celestial Venerable-level being, yet he actually lost an arm.
"It seems this arm won't grow back in just a few months." Yan Shang looked at her severed arm, her expression growing even more serious.
"What?" Even in the chaotic sea of fire, can't they recover immediately? Yan Feng was shocked.
Yan Shang was silent for a long time, then sighed and said, "I don't understand. Long Chen's killing sack is so severe, how could it have taken such a liking to him?" This simply doesn't make sense.
Forget it, the Gate of Hell has already opened. Long Chen will probably not escape death in the end. Let's wait and see." After
speaking, Yan Shang slowly merged into the chaotic sea of fire. Yan Feng was stunned for a long time before finally merging into the sea of fire as well.
...
The vortex above the void disappeared, and the divine radiance of the golden lotus seed gradually faded. Its color dimmed, losing its previous sacred radiance, as if that strike had drained all its power.
"Whoosh!"
Long Chen was startled and hurriedly retracted it into the chaotic space. Fortunately, after the golden lotus seed returned to the chaotic space, it returned to its original position, showing no other abnormalities except for losing its brilliance.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a loud explosion rang out in the distance. Long Chen turned his head and saw a black dagger slicing through the sky, severing ten thousand paths, while a large head flew out.
"Xiao Yu!"
Long Chen exclaimed in surprise.
That head was none other than that of Enpuda, the master of the Bloodkill Hall. Dongming Jade actually beheaded Enpuda.
And the weapon used for this strike was not her original dagger, but the divine weapon Long Chen had given her.
Dongming Yu's face was pale, her breath weak, and she was nearly exhausted. Yet her gaze was like stars in the night, without the slightest wavering. Even facing a master of Empuda's caliber, she remained calm and composed.
"I never expected this, I really didn't expect it. All your previous 3,617 attacks were all groundwork for this final strike.
This composure, this patience, this scheming—it's admirable. I, Enpuda, did not lose in vain. Enpuda's
head was severed, the wound on his neck rapidly rotting, but he looked calmly at Dongming Yu and sighed.
Inside the Vermilion Bird Imperial Capital, everyone stared at Dongming Yu in shock. This girl, who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, actually beheaded Enpuda, the master of the Bloodkill Hall, who shook the world.
Zhu Yifeng, Zhu Yunwen, Yu Qianxue, and the others were all stunned, staring in disbelief at this seemingly small and delicate young girl. Yet within her small body was a terrifying power that made one's soul tremble.
At that moment, Xia Chen, Guo Ran, and a group of Dragonblood warriors walked over, covered in blood.
Guo Ran carried a broadsword longer than his own body. On the blade, like candied hawthorns, were strung together three corpses, each representing three national rulers, one of whom was none other than Weng Taibei, ruler of the Purple Ting Empire.
When the great battle broke out earlier, everyone's attention was focused on Long Chen and Dongming Yu. Their attacks distorted space, preventing them from seeing the battlefield of Guo Ran and the others.
Now that the Dragonblood Warrior has returned, clearly, everything is over. Looking around, there is no one left on the battlefield.
Those Sanhua-level Earth Venerables who had been suffocating everyone had all disappeared—either all killed or fled outright.
The Dragonblood warriors had won a great victory—a battle renowned throughout the land—but except for Guo Ran, everyone wore calm expressions, as if they had just completed an ordinary task—a calmness that made one's heart race.
Guo Ran, Xia Chen, and all the Dragonblood warriors stood behind Long Chen. Seeing this scene, a bitter smile appeared on Yu Qianxue's face.
Any Dragonblood Warrior you picked was stronger than these princes and princesses. She had once bet herself to defeat Long Chen's entire Dragonblood Legion. Thinking back now, it was pure wishful thinking, and she felt so ashamed she wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground.
Zhu Yunwen and the others couldn't help but admire silently. Dragonblood warriors are all dragons among men. Perhaps only a super monster like Long Chen could earn their approval.
"They say when a person is about to die, their words are kind. I don't know what words you, as cunning, despicable, and shameless, will say before you die." Dongmingyu looked at Empuda's head and said.
Although Empuda was left with only one head, Dongming Yu still gripped the dagger tightly, her star-like eyes fixed on Empuda without a trace of relaxation.
Empuda smiled faintly, but then looked toward a certain spot in the void and said,
"I lost, defeated with complete conviction. Silent Night, you may come out now."