Weng Tianyao stepped forward, his sword pointed at Long Chen. On his long sword, endless arcs of thunder flickered, dazzling and radiant. This was a thunder-type divine weapon. When the sword was drawn, thunder roared across the heavens, and the world changed color.
"Mad Blade?" Isn't that Weng Taibei's exclusive divine weapon? They were actually in his hands—what exactly was their relationship? Someone exclaimed.
The Mad Blade was a divine weapon Weng Taibei obtained in his youth in the Primordial Secret Realm. He fought alongside him across the land, earning an endless reputation and a weapon that made countless powerful fighters tremble at the thought of him.
This is a very famous Domain Artifact, and among Domain Artifacts, thunder-type divine weapons are extremely rare, so this Divine Weapon is very well-known.
Legend has it that Weng Taibei once roamed the world wielding this fierce blade. Although he was defeated by Xia Guhong twice, he ultimately escaped thanks to this divine weapon. It can be said that this weapon was Weng Taibei's lifeline.
Now that this divine weapon has appeared in Weng Tianyao's hands, it shows their relationship is definitely extraordinary. Although both share the surname Weng, in the Immortal Realm clans, sharing the same surname is not a big deal, and even between father and son, the relationship may not be close.
After all, the lifespans of powerful beings in the Immortal Realm are so long that they can have many offspring in a lifetime, so in the Immortal Realm, the master-disciple relationship often outweighs that of father and son.
Weng Taibei was able to pass his divine weapon to Weng Tianyao, probably because he regarded Weng Tianyao as his successor.
Weng Tianyao drew his sword, lightning swirling around him, his aura shaking the heavens. A terrifying pressure spread out, and his fighting spirit had already locked onto Long Chen.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Long Chen's mouth. I knew it, this fat guy didn't hold back any good nonsense; he was just flattering him, elevating him to the heights and making him everyone's target.
As the saying goes, there is no first in literature, nor second in martial arts. No cultivator wants to be beneath others, especially among peers. There must be a clear distinction between winners and losers. Because of this, countless prodigies have died in empty fame.
The tactic was simple, the intention obvious, but it was highly effective. Countless Supreme prodigies set their sights on Long Chen, eager to try it. It could be said that Enpuda's goal had been achieved.
Facing so many provocative stares, Long Chen's pride was instantly ignited. He looked coldly at Weng Tianyao: "
I've got my eye on your weapon. I'll take it right next to your corpse."
Long Chen's response invigorated countless powerful warriors. His response was overwhelmingly domineering—the two masters were about to go to war.
"Hahaha, shameless boasting! If you dare to say such a thing, why do you still stand there like a turtle hiding away, not daring to come out?" Weng Tianyao sneered.
"I'm just too lazy to waste my energy, because if I defeat you, your old guy will make a move.
That way, my big brother Guhong will step in too. I don't want him to interfere in my affairs. As for their grudges, I think it's best for them to handle them alone. Long Chen shook his head.
"You mean you can definitely beat me?" Weng Tianyao wore a mocking look on his face.
"Winning is certain, but killing you is difficult. After all, you have more men and we fewer, so fighting will put us at a disadvantage.
Moreover, that sly Fat En, and the sly Liao Bencang with his donkey-like face are no good. If a chaotic fight breaks out, they'll definitely come after me.
So, stop cursing like a shrew in the street, showing off your lower IQ and challenging me—I'll wait for you in three thousand worlds. Long
Chen said coldly, then turned to the others: "I know you've fallen for Fat En's trick and want to step on my corpse to make your name known."
But it's okay. The path of cultivation is a path of no return, and I don't mind others challenging me.
The path of the strong is not something you endure, don't give up, don't ask for, and certainly can't be reasoned with.
Anyone can attack me for any reason or excuse, and likewise, I don't need any reason or excuse to kill you.
Just like He Changtian earlier—before the battle, he was arrogant and domineering, but after defeat, he wailed and begged for mercy. That was meaningless—everyone was an adult now, and they should take responsibility for their words and actions.
So, you may challenge me as much as you want, but after I defeat you, remember, don't kneel and beg for mercy, because I will show no mercy. Perhaps
because he had been through so much, Empuda's tricks were just fooling kids to him.
But sometimes, some fools fall for it. Normally, when they challenge Long Chen, everyone sparring fairly wouldn't be a big deal.
But in the Three Thousand Worlds, not only is time precious, but dangers are piling up around them. The challenge at this moment is meant for Long Chen's life. So, if anyone dares to challenge him without thinking, he will unleash a massacre.
However, some things need to be made clear in advance. Long Chen warned them, and if they didn't listen, then it wasn't Long Chen's fault. When he killed them, Long Chen would feel at ease.
Just after he killed He Changtian, Long Chen made a shocking discovery: at the very top of the Heavenly Dao Tree, a red fruit had borne out.
On that fruit was a flame rune, containing a terrifying fluctuation—the aura of a Supreme powerhouse.
Long Chen had slain Moluo Tianye, the supreme prodigy of the Moluo clan, and Ji Wuying of the Blood Slaughter Hall, but the Heavenly Dao Tree showed no reaction. Long Chen thought the fruit of the Heavenly Dao Tree was limited to first-generation powerhouses.
But today, He Changtian was killed, and the Heavenly Dao Tree produced a strange fruit. Long Chen's heart skipped a beat. Based on past experience, this was probably a Supreme Fruit.
Recalling the deaths of Moluo Tianye and Ji Wuying, Long Chen suddenly understood that Ji Wuying's Supreme Arm had been preserved and had not returned to heaven and earth, so the Heavenly Dao Tree could not absorb its power.
As for Ji Wuying's Supreme Bone, Long Chen originally planned to cut it down alone without destroying it, but it escaped. The Heavenly Dao Tree still hadn't absorbed any power.
He Changtian died, and the Supreme Blood scattered across the world, eventually being absorbed by the Heavenly Dao Tree, condensing into a Supreme Heavenly Dao Fruit. This discovery shocked Long Chen himself.
At that moment, he couldn't help but have a thought that made his heart race: if he killed more Supreme-level experts, could he possibly obtain more Supreme Heavenly Dao Fruits?
However, killing for the sake of plundering always felt uncomfortable for Long Chen. Yet Empuda's words made him the target of widespread criticism. While furious, Long Chen also harbored wicked thoughts: Since you are courting death, don't blame me.
"If you don't dare to fight, then say you don't dare to fight. Why bother with all this nonsense? Are you hiding your fear?" And the youngest dean in the history of Lingxiao Academy? Nonsense. A Supreme-level expert beside Weng Tianyao sneered, his face full of disdain, clearly thinking Long Chen was just making excuses.
"Long Chen, if you want to kill, just go ahead and do it. With me, Xia Guhong, here, no one can turn the tide." Xia Guhong spoke, and the moment Xia Guhong spoke, countless hearts trembled.