"Boom!"
Long Chen wielded a thunderous spear and pierced through the void with a single strike. But the mysterious invisible figure, using some unknown method, instantly faded and merged into the void.
The void was pierced, but the mysterious transparent figure vanished. At that moment, everyone was horrified—this person was so elusive it was impossible to fathom.
Among the experts present, only Yue Zifeng gripped his sword hilt tightly, staring at a spot in the void. Veins bulged on the back of his hand, as if he could strike at any moment.
At this moment, Yue Zifeng was this nervous for the first time. That mysterious transparent figure was too terrifying. Even Yue Zifeng felt worried about Long Chen for the first time.
"Boom!"
The thunder spear struck again, aiming exactly where Yue Zifeng had been focused.
"Boom boom boom...
The void exploded repeatedly, leaving huge holes in space, but people could only see Long Chen's figure, not the mysterious transparent figure.
At that moment, people's scalps tingled; the pressure from an invisible enemy was immense, as if that sharp blade could appear at their throats at any moment.
"What new generation Saint King? Just like ...," Suddenly, the mysterious transparent figure sneered from the void.
With a loud explosion, Long Chen's thunder spear pierced through the void once again. However, this time, the power surged, and the vast lightning covered the sky. The force of this strike surged several times over before, and the terrifying thunder engulfed heaven and earth like raging waves.
That transparent figure finally could no longer hide and was exposed, and at the very moment he was exposed,
Behind Long Chen, billions of seven-colored divine swords converged into a boundless sea of swords, shooting fiercely toward him.
"Supreme Blood Burns, Ten Thousand Swords Fly Together."
Long Chen shouted angrily. After continuous probing, he finally found a weakness in the opponent, locked onto his position in advance, and unleashed his ultimate.
Billions of seven-colored longswords gathered together, their timing perfectly controlled. This time, the mysterious transparent figure could no longer dodge.
"Soul Hunter Slayer"—
the mysterious transparent figure snorted coldly. Suddenly, the space behind him collapsed, forming a vortex like a curtain of water, followed by an eruption of terrifying destiny power.
"He is the Chosen One,"
someone exclaimed.
The Dragonblood warriors were even more shocked. The mysterious transparent man had finally revealed his true power. He was not only a Destiny Holder, but a terrifying Destiny Holder. His Destiny power was countless times stronger than the Nether Dragon Tianzhao.
At that moment, people finally understood that this mysterious invisible man did not rely solely on bizarre assassination techniques to force his way into the academy, but rather possessed terrifying power himself.
The mysterious transparent figure shouted sharply, his longsword suddenly straightening. The billion-mile vortex behind him was absorbed without a single drop by his sword. The sword thrust forward, and a beam of divine light shot out from the tip, crashing into Long Chen's boundless sea of swords.
"Boom!"
A thunderous explosion shook the heavens, and runes of the Dao flew everywhere. This was the first time since their fight that the two had truly fought head-on without a trace.
A violent force swept across the heavens. At this moment, various grand formations within Lingxiao Academy activated, and terrifying fierce winds swept through, making the formation creak as if it might shatter at any moment.
Even with the protection of the grand formation, the disciples watching were still suffocated by the terrifying killing intent of the two. Some weaker disciples suffered intense soul pain, clutching their heads and groaning in agony.
"Cloud Dragon Presents Claw!"
Long Chen shouted, his sharp claws reaching down. From the divine ring behind him, a Sky-Shrouding Dragon Claw reached out toward the mysterious transparent figure.
The mysterious transparent figure snorted coldly, his transparent eyes once again showing strange dark red patterns. He chanted strange melodies, and suddenly the sword and man merged, shooting toward the dragon's claw like lightning.
The moment he charged out, countless blood-red patterns appeared centered around his eyes, outlining a humanoid shape. It was faintly visible that the mysterious transparent figure was a tall, thin man.
The moment his body touched the dragon claw, he became transparent again, and a blood-red divine light appeared on his longsword. He had actually fused all his bloodline power into the sword.
"Boom!"
A scene that shocked everyone unfolded. The Heaven-Shrouding Dragon Claw was pierced through by the blade's strike, but the sword's momentum did not wane, shooting straight toward Long Chen's chest.
Seeing this, everyone exclaimed in shock. Long Chen's invincible Cloud Dragon Claw had been broken by a mysterious invisible figure. By the time everyone reacted, the strange sword was already at Long Chen's chest.
Facing the sharp sword, Long Chen ignored it and thrust his thunderous spear straight at the mysterious transparent man's chest, ready to die together. At that moment, everyone's hearts leapt into their throats.
Even the Dragonblood warriors, who had absolute confidence in Long Chen, turned pale. That mysterious transparent figure was terrifying—far beyond their imagination. Compared to him, Nether Dragon Tianzhao, the number one of destiny, was nothing at all—he wasn't even worthy to carry his shoes.
When two divine weapons stabbed at each other's chests at the same time, it felt as if time had slowed down. People could clearly see their weapons slowly approaching each other's vital points.
Their movements were the same, their speed the same. At that moment, everyone's breathing stopped, while Long Chen and the mysterious transparent figure stared coldly at each other. Their eyes showed no emotion at all, letting the other's weapon pierce their chests.
"Buzz!"
Just as the mysterious transparent man's sharp sword was about to pierce Long Chen's chest, his pupils suddenly contracted. He instantly changed the sword's landing position, twisted its tip, and stabbed fiercely toward the shaft of Long Chen's Thunder Spear.
With a loud explosion, the thunder spear shattered, black lightning erupted, and a terrifying aura of destruction instantly engulfed the surrounding buildings. The academy's grand formation instantly vanished into nothingness.
The academy disciples hiding behind the formation were shaken wildly by the terrifying pressure.
"The power of a Saint?"
Xia Chen and the others were shocked. Long Chen's spear actually contained the power of a Saint. The force of this strike was countless times stronger than his own Sacred Talisman.
"Pfft!"
The mysterious transparent figure spat out a mouthful of blood, his body no longer transparent and gradually revealing his true form.
It was a short-haired man with a face full of pockmarks, dressed in gray leather armor. He was as thin as a bamboo pole, and his right hand, holding the long sword, had disappeared at the shoulder length, with blood flowing down his shoulder blade.
When they saw the true face of the Fate-Hunting Clan powerhouse with a pockmarked face, the fear of the experts present instantly lessened considerably. What people fear most is the invisible thing. When something becomes visible, their courage gradually grows.
The life-hunting clan powerhouse, with a pockmarked face, lost an arm, but showed no sign of panic on his face. He said coldly, "
I didn't expect you to have such a method. If I hadn't been quick to seize the opportunity and fight you head-on, I would have been the one to die."
Previously, he had planned to fight Long Chen to the death, confident he could kill Long Chen, while at most he was seriously injured.
But just as Long Chen's spear was about to pierce his body, his soul suddenly trembled. The instincts of an assassin made him quickly change his move.
And Long Chen's spear, which concealed the power of a Saint, was also detonated prematurely. Otherwise, if the Saint's power entered his body, even if he had a hundred lives, he would have died.
After all, after dissolving the Saint's corpse, the chaotic space released the Saint's tribulation power. Although it was only a small portion, once absorbed by Lei Ling'er, its power was still strong enough to kill him.
"Being quick to see the situation is useless. You're the one who died today."
After Long Chen finished speaking, he opened his large hand, and the thunder spear appeared once again. This time, Lei Ling'er's power was no longer hidden. The might of a Saint radiated across the heavens, charging straight at the Fate Hunter clan powerhouse.