"Die with me!"
The old man's body was pierced through, knowing he was doomed. With a furious roar, the Soul-Summoning Banner from afar crashed straight at Luo Zichuan. If Luo Zichuan killed him, he would not be able to escape the banner's strike and would die as well.
Originally, seeing that Luo Zichuan's strength was average, he hadn't planned to use the Soul-Summoning Banner against him, but instead continued to use its power to locate Long Chen.
After all, this kid was too hateful. If they didn't find him and kill him, the demon clan warriors would feel like a sharp sword was standing in their backs, unable to engage in battle.
In the end, his actions cost him his life. At this moment, he gritted his teeth, determined to perish together with Luo Zichuan.
"Boom!"
But at that moment, an ancient bronze cauldron appeared and crashed into the Soul-Summoning Banner. With a loud explosion, the banner was sent flying—it was Long Chen who had used the Demon Moon Cauldron, knocking it to the wrong direction.
"Pfft"
Luo Zichuan's long blade trembled, and the old man's body exploded with a thunderous crash. Another Divine Empress-stage demon clan member had died.
As the battle began, Long Chen and Luo Zichuan each killed a leader at the Divine Empress stage of the demon clan. The powerful members of the Purple Blood clan erupted in thunderous cheers, giving them hope.
Especially the disciples of the Luo family, whose blood boiled with excitement. Luo Yanfeng and the others, having endured repeated battles, were already exhausted.
But with the blessing of the War God Drum, each of them was full of energy and strength. Now, seeing Long Chen and Luo Zichuan's heroic deeds, they were even more inspired, roaring as they fiercely battled the demon army.
"The old clan leader is in danger. I need to help him. Long Chen, you must be careful." After coordinating with Long Chen, Luo Zichuan said to him.
"Don't worry, Grandpa. Leave this to me!" Long Chen shouted.
"Whoosh!" Long Chen's
figure flashed like lightning, directly lunging at the Soul-Summoning Banner. This was a treasure, and Long Chen planned to store it in the Chaos Space, hoping it might come in handy in the future.
"Whoosh" However,
just as Long Chen was about to grab the Soul-Summoning Banner, it suddenly erupted with endless blood-red divine light, forming a spatial gate. It rushed through the portal and instantly vanished, escaping.
Before leaving, the blood mist it released enveloped Long Chen's body. Long Chen realized that this mist was like a curse. Just like before, he would no longer be able to use the power of the Heaven-flipping Seal to become invisible.
"That little beast can't go invisible. Kill him!"
Seeing Long Chen cursed and at the core of the demon army, alone, countless demon warriors roared and charged at him.
"Long Chen!"
Luo Yanfeng and the others shouted in alarm from afar. At this moment, Luo Zichuan had already rushed toward the distant battlefield, where the void twisted and formed a world of its own. It was impossible to see what was happening on their side, and even if they could, Luo Zichuan wouldn't have time to rescue them.
"A bunch of shameless frogs at the bottom of a well, daring to claim to kill you, Long Sanye? Who gave you the courage?
Today, Master Long San will show you what true power really is. Facing countless elder-level demon clan elders, a look of arrogance appeared on Long Chen's face.
"Buzz"—
thirteen purple dragon veins appeared behind Long Chen, their noble purple divine radiance flowing. At that moment, Long Chen descended to the mortal world like the Purple-Blood Divine Emperor.
Above Long Chen's head, the Qiankun Cauldron trembled, faint divine light scattering to help him counteract the suppression and lockdown of mid-stage Divine Emperor experts. This was the only thing the Qiankun Cauldron could do for him, and that alone was enough.
"Purple blood ignites the heavens, the wind returns to the tomb. With my blood, Long Chen, I command all laws and paths. The movement of blood, the extreme of wind, the soul of sword—these three converge... Long
Chen gripped the sword hilt with both hands, the tip pointing downward. As he chanted, the sword in his hand trembled uncontrollably.
A sword shadow appeared... Two sword shadows ... Three ... A hundred paths ... A thousand paths ... Myriad ..., sword shadows centered on Long Chen, overlapping layer upon layer, the entire world began to crack and collapse because of those sword shadows.
"Such terrifying sword energy!"
At that moment, the fierce sword energy radiated across the entire arena.
Regardless of friend or foe, there was a sense of soul-splitting terror. "Blade Storm"
At that moment, Long Chen shouted angrily, like a war god's roar, while his longsword suddenly pressed down.
"Boom!"
The sword energy formed by billions of sword shadows bloomed like a lotus flower. Each aura was attached to a purple divine pattern, and the sword shadows instantly covered hundreds of thousands of miles of space.
"Puff puff puff... Sword
energy pierced through the void, and the once dense demon army was instantly wiped out by ninety percent, leaving only a few scattered demon warriors, covered in blood, standing in midair.
"It's the supreme divine art within the Lingfeng Sword Technique. I heard that ever since we entered the small world, no one has ever mastered this move."
From afar, Luo Yingchen saw that Long Chen's location had been almost completely cleared out, with countless demon clan warriors slain. He couldn't help but speak in a trembling voice.
This move was extremely difficult, so high it was despairing. For countless years, not only had he not even mastered it, he had no qualification to cultivate it.
Therefore, the Purple Blood clan members all believed there might be some secret behind this, which was not recorded in the books and needed to be passed down orally.
Either times have changed and the laws of heaven and earth to cultivate it have disappeared, so no one has succeeded.
However, when Long Chen used this sword, they finally understood what a "frog at the bottom of a well" meant. Thinking of this, countless hearts ached. Although they didn't want to admit it, they had no choice but to admit it.
The Purple Blood Clan has many legendary spells and divine abilities, but they couldn't cultivate them all. In the end, they all settled on the two above. Thinking about it now, it's truly laughable.
On the battlefield, Long Chen held a long sword, his arm slightly bowed, still maintaining a posture to unleash the blade storm. At that moment, the entire battlefield seemed to come to a standstill.
Of the billions of powerful warriors under Long Chen, ninety percent were killed. Even among mid-stage Divine Emperors, more than a dozen were killed, while among tens of thousands of early-stage Divine Emperors, less than one-tenth survived.
If mid-stage Divine Emperor experts survive by strength, then early-stage Divine Emperor demon warriors rely on luck.
As for those demon warriors below the Human Emperor level, they were almost all shredded to pieces. The terrifying impact of this strike struck fear into countless demons.
Although Long Chen's strike was terrifying, for the mid-stage demon clan experts, it was nothing special. The reason those dozen or so were killed was simply because they were too weak—not combat-oriented fighters at all.
To put it bluntly, Long Chen's strike was like exposing a fake and killing the unworthy guy, leaving the rest to be true experts.
Of the more than four hundred mid-stage Divine Emperor experts of the demon clan, more than three hundred were concentrated here, with only a dozen or so dead, so the impact on them was minimal.
However, they were indeed frightened by Long Chen's strike. The fierce, overwhelming attack was impossible to block or evade, each covered in blood, utterly disheveled.
"What a pity. If Zifeng had used this move, none of these guys would have survived."
Seeing so many mid-stage demon clan experts, though only slightly injured but not fatal, Long Chen couldn't help but sigh inwardly: After all, they are just fake sword cultivators.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, Long Chen's long sword exploded. It still couldn't withstand his power, which also meant that Long Chen's move had too many flaws—his control was too rough, and his grip was fatal.
"Kid, your purple blood has been burned dry. Now, are you ready to die?"
At that moment, the demon clan experts surrounded them with sinister expressions.
"Purple Dragon Battle Body—Open!"
Long Chen responded to them with concrete actions.