The strongest who could watch the battle here were at least late-stage Immortal King Realm experts, leaders of various clans. The reason Immortal King Realm experts could come was because of their immense strength and prestige.
There were millions of these people, because the beast warriors all liked heavy weapons—sabers, broad swords, spears, spears, giant axes, war hammers, and other weapons were their favorites.
Among the strong warriors present, hundreds of thousands wielded knives. With Long Chen's shout, the long blades on their backs and waists seemed to be summoned and began to shake wildly. They appeared to be expressing their loyalty to Long Chen, longing to appear in his hands.
With the care of the Tiandu core, Long Chen's perception could extend infinitely. He sensed countless long blades, calling them out to see who would want to fight alongside him.
"Clang!"
A long blade flew out from the hand of a half-step Realm King expert. As soon as it left the sheath, the half-step Realm King was startled and reached out to grab the blade.
"Pfft!"
The long blade seemed to come alive. With a twist of its blade, the wrist of the half-step Realm King expert was severed. Blood splattered as the blade transformed into a streak of light, plunging into the heavenly tribulation.
At that moment, within the tribulation, eight figures of Wuying charged at Long Chen simultaneously, water curtains surging across the sky, space twisting, as if they were at the bottom of the sea.
"Buzz!"
Long Chen gripped the long blade, ignoring the other figures and thrusting fiercely.
"Pfft!"
Blood light splattered as the nine-foot blade pierced Wuying's chest. The water-splitting daggers in Wuying's hands struck Long Chen, but sparks flew and did not break through Long Chen's golden dragon armor.
"A self-righteous woman, lacking brains, yet learning the art of clone from humans.
Can the body be divided, and the weapons can also be divided? Distinguishing weapons is easier than distinguishing the real one. Long Chen slashed at Wuying, his eyes icy cold.
Wuying was a proud fool; her physical avatar had almost no flaws, making it impossible to tell when dealing with demon beast experts.
But with Long Chen's powerful soul power, he could easily sense the true body's vitality and soul fluctuations.
Even if Long Chen couldn't sense her blood energy and soul fluctuations, the weapons of Wuying's other clones were all imitations and couldn't fool anyone.
"I..."
Wuying had been full of confidence before, but she hadn't expected Long Chen to break her waterway barrier with a casual strike and more precisely locate her true body. When the true body was attacked, the clone's strength was greatly reduced, unable even to break through Long Chen's defense. At this moment, her eyes were filled with fear.
"You look down on the human race, yet you learned their tricks. You look down on me, yet you died by my hand. Go in peace!" Long Chen said coldly.
"No... "Don't kill me..."
Wuying cried out in alarm.
"Pfft!"
Wuying's body shattered. It wasn't Long Chen who killed her, but a powerful member of the Golden Bull clan. He ambushed Long Chen from behind, actually trying to save Wuying, but Long Chen threw Wuying's body at him, hitting his Vajra Staff, and was smashed to dust.
The Golden Bull clan's powerhouse was both shocked and furious. He had just tried to conceal his strength, but it was too late.
"Don't feel guilty, go accompany her!"
Long Chen's long blade pointed to the sky, slashing down like lightning. Countless patterns lit up on the blade, emitting a dragon's roar.
"Dodge!"
The Eighth Prince of the Mammoth Divine Elephant Clan cried out, simultaneously raising his spear and stabbing at Long Chen. He could tell that the Golden Wild Bull clan powerhouse had killed Wuying, and his power instantly dissipated. At this moment, Long Chen launched his attack, just as his old strength had faded and new power had yet to emerge.
"Boom!"
Unfortunately, Long Chen gave him no chance to dodge. The aura had already locked onto him, so he could only desperately resist. With a loud explosion, golden light flew and blood mist swirled. The Vajra Pestle was actually cut in half by Long Chen with a single strike, and the Golden Bull clan expert was shattered to dust.
"Clang"
Long Chen killed the Golden Bull clan's powerhouse with a single strike. His long blade spun perfectly and perfectly blocked the rescue strike from the Eighth Prince of the Mammoth Divine Elephant clan. Unfortunately, his attack was still too late.
After a loud explosion, the Eighth Prince of the Mammoth Divine Elephant clan staggered back three steps before steadying himself, his face full of shock.
He had absorbed a large amount of thunder power, and his body was nearly saturated. If he escaped the heavenly tribulation, he could immediately ascend to Divine Lord.
Even without advancing to the Divine Lord realm, his power had surged more than tenfold. Now, holding a spear, the spear harmonized with the phenomenon, greatly increasing its power. But the previous strike felt like crashing into a star—Long Chen didn't budge an inch, and his blood surged violently.
Long Chen repelled the Eighth Prince of the Mammoth Divine Elephant clan with a single strike. Instead of pressing the advantage, he slowly looked toward the long blade in his hand.
The blade was nine feet long, the hilt one and a half feet long, its entire body blood-red, ancient in design, and its blood-red hue radiating fierce killing intent. This was a divine weapon that had slain countless living beings.
On its hilt, two Jiuli Immortal Scripts were carved, and they were third-tier Jiuli Immortal Scripts Minghong.
The entire blade was blood-red, and the two characters were vividly red. On these characters, Long Chen sensed the aura of the dragon clan—these two characters were carved with dragon blood.
"No wonder it feels so familiar." Long Chen looked at the blade, a smile appearing on his face. The blade was extremely heavy to the touch, perfectly matching his current strength.
Moreover, its length makes it very comfortable to use. Most importantly, the spirit of this Minghong Saber gives it a strong sense of familiarity. This is a top-tier royal weapon.
That half-step Realm King of the demon beast clan had possessed it for countless years, always carrying it with him, but never using it, because the blade bore the will of a dragon—he could not subdue it, nor could it be used by him.
The reason he carries it all day is actually to show off his status. Occasionally, he can show off and let others know he can command the Dragon Soul Divine Weapon, thereby intimidating some enemies.
He never dreamed that after carrying the Minghong Blade for so many years, it was actually prepared for Long Chen. Just now, one of his hands was cut off by the Minghong Blade. This guy must be so angry he'd cough up blood.
With the Minghong Blade in hand, this was the first time since Long Chen lost the Dragonbone Evil Moon that he felt the unity of man and blade. He finally had a companion to fight with.
"Puff puff puff..."
At that moment, countless ghostly evil spirits rushed in. Although they were lightning incarnations copied by the Heavenly Dao, their appearance was exactly the same as what Long Chen had seen in the underworld.
They lunged forward, biting and tearing wildly. The Eighth Prince of the Mammoth Divine Elephant clan and others had to kill these ghostly evil spirits while guarding against Long Chen.
"Buzz!"
Long Chen slashed horizontally with his blade, the sound of dragon roars reignited. The area behind him was instantly cleared away. Wherever the long blade passed, all who stood in his way were swept away. The ghostly evil spirits shattered one after another, transforming into endless thunderous symbols.
As soon as those thunder symbols appeared, they vanished, as if something was silently absorbing them.
"The long-lost feeling is back."
In
Long Chen's eyes, a surge of fighting spirit surged. Suddenly, he pointed his blade toward the sky. A blade shadow shot upward, piercing through the tribulation clouds and piercing into the firmament. In that instant, the entire world trembled, and a will that seemed ready to split heaven and earth surged. That will changed the color of the heavens, and even the gods and demons of the heavens trembled in fear.
"First Technique of Heavenly Creation"
rumbled rumbling...
Amid countless shocked gazes, a towering giant blade split through the tribulation clouds above, mercilessly slashing toward the Eighth Prince and others of the Mammoth Divine Elephant clan.