"The waning moon shakes heaven and earth!"
Long Chen shouted sharply, and the Evil Moon of the Dragon Bone in his hand glowed. The moment the Moon glowed, the Qiankun Cauldron rapidly dimmed, clearly draining all its power.
"The same trick won't work the second time." The silver-haired man sneered in the empty air.
"Is that so?" Not necessarily, the Eye of Purgatory—activate! Long Chen shouted sharply, closing his right eye. In an instant, his left eye turned pitch black as ink, and a whirlpool appeared deep within his gaze.
"Buzz!"
The silver-haired man who had just raised the Divine Radiance Blade was left in the air, shocked to find his arm immobilized by a vortex, unable to move.
"What?"
"Pfft!"
The Dragon Bone Evil Moon slashed at the silver-haired, empty head. With a loud explosion, the silver-haired, empty head shattered with a thunderous crash.
"Boom!"
As the silver-haired, invisible head shattered, Long Chen was blasted away by the terrifying aura. At that moment, Long Chen, the Qiankun Cauldron, and the Dragon Bone Evil Moon all fell to the ground.
Blood streamed from Long Chen's left eye, and he couldn't open his eyes. His right eye looked at the silver-haired empty air, only to see a headless figure holding a silver longsword, walking toward him step by step.
"How could this happen? I can't accept it, I can't accept it..."
Long Chen roared in his heart, but his body no longer obeyed his commands. Even his eyelids couldn't open easily. The whole world slowly closed, and as it closed, Long Chen saw the silver-haired, empty figure already standing right in front of him.
"Sorry, brothers, I'm sorry to you!" At that moment, Long Chen's consciousness plunged into darkness.
The silver-haired man walked up to Long Chen in the void. Although he had lost his head, with the Throne of God present, his aura hadn't weakened much.
"Damn bastard, I'm going to skin you alive and grind your bones to dust." A sinister voice came from his silver-haired, crippled body, suffering losses one after another at Long Chen's hands. He was on the verge of losing control.
In his eyes, Long Chen was nothing but an ant, yet this ant had made him so miserable, even his head was severed.
The head is the most important part of his body. Even if he loses his head, he won't die, but it can inflict immense trauma. Recuperation takes time, which will delay his progress in merging with the Throne of Gods.
Most importantly, he was one of the Eight Great Divine Banners. The Eight Great Banners were the eight strongest under Great Brahma, representing supreme honor. If this story were to spread, the position he had endured countless years of waiting for might be replaced by someone else.
At this moment, Long Chen lay on the ground in the distance, completely drained of strength. The Purgatory Eye was unleashed to its limit, immobilizing one of the silver-haired hands in the air. Blood flowed continuously along Long Chen's left eye, staining the ground red.
This was mortal blood, because Long Chen's purple blood, dragon blood, and supreme blood had all been drained. Staring at the bright red mortal blood, the silver-haired man in the air grew even angrier. This blood was a merciless mockery of him.
Long Chen lay motionless on the ground, with the Qiankun Cauldron lying on his left side, the Dragon Bone Evil Moon embedded on his right. Both peerless divine weapons had exhausted their power, and even if they wanted to save Long Chen, they could no longer do so. They could only watch helplessly as the silver-haired figure walked toward Long Chen step by step, leaving the air in the air.
"How embarrassing... "How embarrassing...
Just then, a cold snort echoed, echoing through heaven and earth, shaking the heavens and earth. Even the silver-haired Sky couldn't help but shiver at the sound.
"Who?"
The silver-haired man shouted sharply in the air, but he couldn't sense anything unusual. Yet that voice sent chills down his spine.
"I'm not ready to take over my body yet, and you can't do it. You're too useless!" That voice continued to echo between heaven and earth, like the whisper of a demon, or like the murmurs of a vengeful ghost. Hearing it made one feel as if they were in an endless hell.
"Who exactly are you? Come out? The silver-haired man roared in the air, his voice echoing from his chest, his whole body glowing. A vast divine might swept across heaven and earth, trying to locate the source of that voice.
"If you can't even clean up a piece of trash like this, what right do you have to use the name Long Chen?" The voice completely ignored the silver-haired empty air, muttering to itself.
The silver-haired body suddenly trembled in the air. He was horrified to realize that the voice seemed to come from Long Chen's body, lying motionless on the ground.
"Whew."
Suddenly, Long Chen's body trembled slightly. The silver hair in the air was startled. He was certain that there was no trace of energy fluctuations inside Long Chen's body. At this moment, he was only half a breath left than a dead man.
After Long Chen's body trembled, white dots appeared on his black robe. The white mottled spots began to spread rapidly, and in almost an instant, his black robe turned into a white robe.
That kind of white, spotless and unblemished. Normally, white should be considered sacred, but the whiteness on Long Chen seemed to be the ultimate whiteness, so white it was terrifying.
When Long Chen, dressed in a white robe, slowly began to fight, his long black hair turned white. At that moment, Long Chen's aura completely changed.
"Who are you?"
Looking at Long Chen, the silver-haired Sky spoke in shock and anger. The aura on this white-haired Long Chen actually made him feel fear.
Dressed in white with white hair and pure from head to toe, Long Chen's aura was icy cold, so cold it seemed to freeze one's soul. At this moment, he seemed as if he had come from the Demon King of Hell, descending to the mortal world.
Long Chen stared coldly at the silver-haired empty air. At this moment, his eyes were pitch black—so deep and frightening that no one dared look into his eyes, as if their souls were about to be swallowed by them.
"Who am I? Why would someone ask such a stupid question? Because I am the real Long Chen. The one you defeated is just a coward with the Long Chen name. "Long Chen in white said.
"Nonsense! You're not Long Chen at all, so you're not saying anything, huh? Let me refine your soul. "The silver-haired man let out a furious roar in the air.
"Buzz!"
His divine radiance trembled as the Divine Blade in his hand slashed fiercely at the white-robed Long Chen.
"Whoosh"
Long Chen in white reached out with his large hand, and the Dragonbone Evil Moon flew into his grasp. Looking at the Evil Moon, a flicker of fanaticism flashed in Long Chen's eyes:
"Such a powerful weapon, landing in your hands—it's like casting a pearl in the shadows."
Seeing the silver-haired sword slashing through the air, White-robed Long Chen gently met the Dragonbone Evil Moon with his hand, blocking it just like that.
With a loud explosion, heaven and earth split apart, myriad paths tore apart, and the stars in the heavens shook continuously from their strike. The ground beneath their feet vanished in an instant.
"Buzz buzz buzz... Ripples
surged out, streaking through the void. The world was in disarray, flickering in light and dark. The entire world seemed to fall into destruction, and the ancient celestial firmament was collapsing.
Facing the white-robed Dragon Chen, this time the silver-haired Zanguang felt an inexplicable sense of fear. He had used the power of the Divine Throne for this strike, but unexpectedly, the white-robed Dragon Chen had actually caught it so easily.
"How is this possible?"
The silver-haired Dragon Chen stared at the white-robed Dragon Chen in the air, roaring inside. Although he had lost his head, his perception remained unaffected. The power of the white-robed Dragon Chen far exceeded his imagination.
"What's impossible about that? After all, I'm not that useless person—I'm the real Long Chen. After Long Chen finished speaking, he snorted coldly. He had been holding the blade in his right hand, but suddenly black divine patterns lit up on his left hand, endless hellish energy surged, and he struck the back of Dragonbone Evil Moon's blade with a palm.
"Boom!"
With a thunderous explosion, the silver-haired fragment trembled all over his body, and was sent flying backward by a single palm strike from the white-robed Long Chen.
"Whew."
Dragon Bone Xie Yue rested his shoulder on Long Chen's shoulder, coldly staring at the embarrassed silver hair flying backward in the air, and said icily,
"Come on, show me your strongest power. I'll make sure you die with all your heart."