"Rumble..."
Tens of thousands of demon clan experts roared forward. Leading them was one man wielding a white bone steel fork, a horn growing from his head, and a ferocious grin, leading the demon clan warriors in an instant to the front.
The demon leader fiercely battling Luo Yanfeng was instantly furious: "Xue Yin, this is not your territory. Aren't you afraid of punishment if you come here to rob people?"
The demon leader known as Xueyin chuckled, "Why should we be punished?" As long as we kill you all, then we'll say it was the humans who wiped you out. We came here and it won't count as breaking the rules. At
this moment, on the battlefield, the Luo family disciples were fighting madly, with fewer and fewer demon clan powerhouses. The Luo family disciples had already taken control of the battle, and it wouldn't be long before the demons were defeated.
After fighting the demons for so many days, Long Chen had figured out their rules: only when the demon team was reduced by more than half were they allowed to retreat.
Only when one team is defeated or wiped out are the others qualified to enter someone else's territory to fight.
Of course, this was only true deep within the battlefield. The demons on the edges were weak and chaotic.
Now that Blood Yin had arrived, aiming to seize this battle and kill all the demon clan experts like Lang Qing. It was clear that the demons themselves should also have rewards similar to slaughter points; otherwise, they wouldn't have gone so crazy.
"Attack! Kill them all, friend or foe!"
Xue Yin rushed to the front of the formation, waved his large hand, and gave the order with a sinister grin.
"Kill!"
The demon clan experts brought by Xueyin let out excited roars, surging forward like a tide.
At that moment, the Luo family disciples didn't need Long Chen to command and immediately began to contract their formation. This was an instinct they had developed: when faced with extreme danger, they had to use formations to minimize casualties.
"Take out that commander first. I can't stand him!" Xue Yin saw Long Chen standing calmly in the void and immediately felt a bit annoyed.
"Ling Feng Strike"
Facing the surging tide of demon warriors, Long Chen gripped his longsword, bent his knees, bent his waist, and leaned his body. A massive aura swirled around him, purple energy slowly flowing toward his sword-wielding hand.
"Clang!"
The long sword was drawn, its sword crying like a dragon's roar. A purple sword aura, like a purple crescent moon, instantly covered the battlefield ahead. The crescent moon for ten thousand miles roared past like the scythe of the god of death.
When he saw the purple crescent moon, Xue Yin's expression changed dramatically. He hadn't expected that this seemingly non-threatening, yet impressively powerful figure would unleash a deadly ultimate move from the start.
The most terrifying thing was that before Long Chen made his move, no one could sense any energy fluctuations. But once he did, the threat of death erupted instantly. A chilling will of slaughter swept across the world. The powerful beings targeted by Long Chen were horrified to find their bodies stiff, their bloodlines seemingly frozen, unable to respond effectively.
"Puff puff puff..."
The purple crescent swept across the battlefield, the void collapsed, myriad paths shattered, and all the demon clan powerhouses along the line turned into blood mist.
Tens of thousands of experts were slain by a single sword strike, but only Xue Yin wielded a bone fork and managed to block the attack. In the end, he was left alone on the battlefield.
The power of a single sword was terrifying. At that moment, everyone on the battlefield was stunned, even the Luo family disciples wore expressions of shock.
Last time, Long Chen had unleashed a sword strike that amazed the entire arena. This strike's power surpassed that of the previous one. It was a world-shaking strike, and they had never seen such a terrifying move.
Although they had seen someone use Ling Feng's Strike before and knew it was a super killing move from the Ling Feng Sword Technique, when others unleashed it, their power was less than a tenth of that move.
Moreover, when that instructor used it,
it took several breaths just to charge up. The instructor warned them that this move was extremely powerful, but the charging time was too long, which was a fatal flaw and advised against using it lightly, especially when facing experts, as it could easily be interrupted.
But with Long Chen's strike, the charging process was almost impossible. The light sword strike was ten times more powerful than the instructor's strike. After all, that mentor was the Purple-crowned Divine Emperor.
Although the mentor wasn't a combat-type expert, they were proficient in various spells and divine abilities. In terms of the power of a single move, they were not much inferior to combat-type experts.
"As expected, with less power, a calmer mindset, and a quieter soul, the sword energy becomes easier to control, power to concentrate more easily, and the lethality to increase."
"Clang!"
Long Chen sheathed his sword, staring at the lonely bloody shadow on the battlefield, narrowing his eyes and thinking to himself.
"Tch, that's only when encountering demons can you calm your mindset and your soul be calm. If I run into someone as idiot as Luo Shenghui, how am I supposed to be calm?" Why is it so quiet?"
Suddenly, Long Chen reverses his own thought. He's not Yue Zifeng—how can he always maintain a mind as calm as still water, a sword heart that is clear?
In reality, it wasn't that he had improved, nor had his control increased; it was just that the target had changed—it was all for nothing.
"Pfft..."
At that moment, Xueyin on the battlefield spat out a mouthful of blood. His lower body didn't move, but his upper body slowly slid down.
Seeing this scene, both friend and foe opened their mouths in shock. At first, they thought Xueyin had blocked Long Chen's strike and were shocked by his strength.
After all, he hadn't even summoned the dragon vein to block this strike. Seeing him stand straight upright, everyone was awed by his strength.
But unexpectedly, Long Chen's sword had already severed both him and his weapon.
However, this blood yin was indeed powerful. Even though his body was severed, his will was still fighting against the will of Long Chen's sword energy. As long as he could suppress Long Chen's will, he could use his soul power to summon a dragon vein and repair his body.
But unfortunately, he didn't succeed.
"Thud!"
Two parts of his body slowly collapsed to the ground, and both weapons fell to the ground. The blood yin that had just been full of vigor and boastful was now dead.
"Run!"
Seeing this, Lang Qing shouted in terror, abandoning Luo Yanfeng and fleeing for his life.
With such a terrifying presence hidden among the opponents, if not now, then when? The other demon clan experts heard the order and scattered in all directions.
"Kill them. We absolutely cannot let them return to tip them off." Luo Yanfeng roared in anger and charged straight at Lang Qing.
"Boom!"
Lang Qing was already suppressed by Luo Yanfeng, and now, terrified by Long Chen's sword, he was instantly severely wounded by Luo Yanfeng's sword, spurting blood wildly.
At this moment, even the most foolish demons knew Long Chen had been hiding his true strength,Since it was hidden, not wanting the opponent to know, this secret had to be kept safe.
But there were too many enemies, and they were fleeing recklessly. Trying to wipe them out without leaving anyone was simply impossible. Everyone panicked—if even one escaped, the interception would have failed.
"Purple blood ignites the heavens, yin and yang cross together!"
At that moment, purple flames rose from Long Chen's thumb and middle finger.
"Snap!"
Two fingers clenched together, snapping their fingers. Purple flames formed a Taiji diagram, instantly covering the entire battlefield.