Blood rain filled the sky, slowly falling down. Wan Xiaoshan stared in shock at the scene before him, as if he were in a dream.
"Thud, thud, thud...
One
figure after another slowly fell, their dying expressions just like Tian Wenjing's—utterly bewildered, completely unaware of what had happened.
Hundreds of powerful figures were instantly wiped out. These were the strongest members of Qinghe Sect, and now, including Tian Wenjing, all had been wiped out. The Qinghe Sect's experts were stunned.
Everything happened so suddenly, it felt like a dream. For Wan Xiaoshan and the others, it was a sweet dream, but for the Qinghe Sect's experts, it was a nightmare.
"Beautiful."
Long Chen stood inside the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, watching Xia Chen use a single talisman to kill so many powerful figures from a distance, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
As a formation master and rune master, Xia Chen's control over talismans was astonishing. There was no other way—his soul power was limited, and he didn't dare waste a single piece. Money had to be spent wisely.
After condensing his life-bound dragon vein, Xia Chen's destiny power replaced soul power, with dragon soul assistance. As a result, his source power surged a thousand times in an instant.
The surge in power did nothing to affect his control; instead, his control over talismans had reached an almost monstristic level.
The talisman tore through the air, distorting space and bewildering everyone's senses. Even a powerhouse of Tian Wenjing's level was deceived into sensing death and was wiped out in a single blow.
After killing Tian Wenjing, the talisman used Tian Wenjing's blood essence as a ignition to ignite all the power within the talisman, transforming it into talismans the size of grains of rice. Though small, their power was astonishing.
What amazed Long Chen was that so many shattered talismans could all precisely hit vital points. This level of control was truly monstrous.
"Rumble...
Xia Chen slayed the top experts of Qinghe Sect with a single strike. The Ten Thousand Dragon Nest continued forward, and Xia Chen couldn't even be bothered to intervene against the weaklings of Qinghe Sect.
"Thank you for saving my life, sir. Please leave your name. I, Wan Xiaoshan, will surely repay you in the future." Wan Xiaoshan saw Wan Longchao about to leave and shouted anxiously.
"Help me kill all these small fry." Long Chen didn't stand on ceremony and directly gave him a chance to repay him.
"Huh?"
Wan Xiaoshan was stunned. What was this supposed to be?
But by then, Wan Longchao had already swept away and disappeared. Wan Xiaoshan gritted his teeth and shouted:
"Kill them all! Not a single one can escape!"
...
"This Brahma Tiande is so arrogant, actually trying to unify the human race within the Heavenly Vein Profound Realm." Inside the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest, Xia Chen said.
"People from the Brahma lineage all have that kind of personality, especially the so-called Sons of Brahma—so arrogant they speak without thinking." Long Chen curled his lips and said.
"But with such a powerful backing behind us, it seems like brains really aren't really needed, and we don't even have the qualifications to act foolish." Xia Chen smiled, but there was a hint of helplessness in his smile.
As the saying goes, 'Your butt determines your mind, your position determines your thoughts.' No matter who sits in Brahma's position, everything is served and food is served, whatever you want, you get it. It seems you don't need to use your brain. If you don't think for a long time, your mind will deteriorate.
So a strange phenomenon arises: some people sit in a high position, but their words sound foolish, and their actions are hopelessly foolish.
"Mountains that rely on others will fall, and fathers will grow old. In this world, nothing stays unchanged.
Someone else's power will ultimately belong to them; no matter how powerful a backing is, one day it will collapse.
Power is only truly real when it is in one's own hands. No matter how strong the Great Brahma Heaven is, no matter how glorious the Brahma lineage is, what does it have to do with him? When I chop off his head, he'll definitely still have that dumb look." Long Chen said calmly.
Xia Chen laughed heartily. After following Long Chen for so long, how many so-called prodigies had fallen at the hands of the boss? Their expressions at the end of their lives were almost identical, even almost identical.
Sometimes it's really ironic—why are there so many people who only wake up at the moment of death, but sadly, it's all too late?
"Boss, you're already a Nine Veins Heavenly Saint. This time, we'll sweep through the Heavenly Vein Domain and beat that Brahma Virtue to a pulp." Xia Chen clenched his fists, his face full of excitement.
The Dragonblood Legion and the Brahma lineage are mortal enemies; the world-destroying war on the Tianwu Continent was orchestrated solely by the Brahma lineage.
On the battlefield, the deaths of the Dragonblood warriors had always been an indelible pain in his heart. That hatred would not fade with the passage of time; instead, it would become increasingly etched in his heart.
Just thinking about this time, he could have a satisfying bloody battle against the Brahma lineage. It was time to settle old grudges. If he couldn't get his principal back, he could settle the interest.
"It's not that simple," Long Chen shook his head, his expression serious.
"What's wrong?" Xia Chen was taken aback.
At this moment, Long Chen was unprecedentedly powerful. He had followed Long Chen for too long; no one understood Long Chen's current strength better than he did.
However, Long Chen had become even stronger, and instead became even more cautious, which he found hard to understand.
"You were guided here to unlock the Reverse Scale of the Imperial Path, and along the way, you didn't encounter any monster-level powerhouses from any race.
But I ran into them—they were terrifying." Long Chen's voice was a bit low, his eyes carrying a hint of seriousness.
He had grown stronger, but these guys definitely hadn't been idle either. They carried a powerful mission and must have many trump cards. When fighting him, the reason they didn't make their most was either because their strength wasn't enough, or because the opportunity hadn't arrived.
But none of this escaped Long Chen's powerful perception. The visible dangers weren't dangers at all; those invisible things were what were truly fatal.
Whether it was Long Zaiye, Fantian De, Li Changgeng, or Minglong Tianfeng, each had something deadly on them that made Long Chen's soul tremble deep within.
Although Long Chen had now condensed nine Dragon Blood Heavenly Veins, and still firmly believed that no one within his rank, no one could defeat him.
But these guys didn't care about any rules. Once a fight broke out, group battles and round-robin battles were inevitable. Although Long Chen was confident, he wasn't arrogant enough to think one person could suppress these guys.
Most importantly, these people were all visible enemies. Within the Heavenly Vein Profound Realm, countless races competed, and who knew how many powerful beings like them were hidden? The pressure on Long Chen was immense.
Therefore, Long Chen wanted to first sound a warning to Xia Chen: stay vigilant in times of peace, and the higher you stand, the more cautious you must be.
Xia Chen's heart pounded wildly as he listened; he hadn't expected so many terrifying monsters to exist within the Tianmai Profound Realm.
"Boom"
Just as the two were talking, a sudden explosion rang out. The Ten Thousand Dragon Nest trembled violently, and was forcibly stopped by a tremendous force.
Xia Chen was shocked to discover that a stone wall had appeared ahead at some point. The Ten Thousand Dragon Nest crashed into the stone wall, shattering it. The tremendous recoil force stopped the nest's advance.
"Enemies really cross paths. Long Chen comes out and dies, or else I'll smash your turtle shell."
At that moment, an arrogant and familiar voice echoed through the heavens and earth.