The Mad Old Man casually loosened his grip, showing none of the deanor from just now when he had pinched to death the First Evil Dao of the world. It was as if he had rely squashed an ant. The surrounding cultivators of Chudi, upon seeing the Mad Old Man turn his head, felt a faint chill run down their spines.
However, everyone knew that if the Mad Old Man truly intended to kill them, fleeing now would likely give them no chance of escape.
Jiang Chen had just been swaggering around, but now he felt his clothes drenched with sweat. As for Tian Wu, Jiang Chen had only heard of him. Of course, when Jiang Chen made his na, Tian Wu had already been sealed. Although it was unclear who sealed him, both were quite renowned on the Sacred Continent.
So, all along, Jiang Chen thought the difference between them wasn’t much, but just in this short while, Jiang Chen broke out in a cold sweat. This person was terrifying. Although Qiu Wucheng was not at his pri, squeezing him to death so simply was sothing Jiang Chen admitted he couldn’t do.
"Now it’s your turn, Little Zombie."
The Mad Old Man grinned and beckoned Jiang Chen with a hand gesture. To be able to call the ancestor of zombies, Jiang Chen, a Little Zombie, was probably sothing only the Mad Old Man dared to do.
But that smile, in Jiang Chen’s eyes, was no less than a death-inducing fierce ghost. Only one thought remained in Jiang Chen’s mind now, and that was to flee quickly. But could he really escape with his speed and techniques?
Jiang Chen took a deep look at the Mad Old Man. What to do now? Fight - he couldn’t win; run - it seed he couldn’t escape either.
Thinking of this, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but let out a long sigh in his heart. Must he really die here? He had just perfected the Grievous Corpse Technique he created, and then he encountered soone like this. Truly, his timing was unlucky.
Setting the Mad Old Man aside, while this side was one-sidedly crushed, Long Yan was entirely engulfed in a bitter battle. The Armor of the Martial God was drenched in blood, and Long Yan couldn’t tell if it was his own or the enemy’s. The Twelve Great Imperial Guards had all been killed by him, leaving only the pitifully defeated Chen Long before him.
Chen Long was now barely hanging on to life. When had he ever thought that a person who couldn’t even kill a chicken could grow to this point? Looking around at the eleven fallen companions, Chen Long suddenly felt a sense of shared fate.
Although they had usually sched against each other, likely all those lying here wanted to topple each other for their position, after their deaths, Chen Long still felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.
Forcing down his inner sorrow, Chen Long looked at Long Yan and said:
"Surrender. Although I can’t beat you, I still have so many people with ."
Many disciples from the various Chudi sects frantically rushed up, yet no one dared to approach Long Yan. After all, the corpses scattered around warned them that anyone attempting to claim this glory must be prepared to join those lying on the ground.
People had co mainly due to the might of the Imperial Clan, but truthfully, none of them were willing to risk their lives for it. So both sides were at a standstill for a while.
Long Yan now held a spear in one hand and a sword in the other. The War God Armor was shattered and beyond quick repair, so Long Yan simply dispersed the armor fragnts. But the white robe inside was not in good shape either. The holes were secondary; it was now as though it had been soaked in blood.
"No need to waste your breath on such things. Since we’re here, we must at least try, right?"
Long Yan smiled slightly, but his pitiful appearance was sowhat mournful for others to behold. With a gentle wave of his spear, he knew that Jian Wuchen and Lu Wujue were behind him, helping fend off the Chudi cultivators from the rear. The remaining path was for him to walk alone.
"Co."
Chen Long knew this vendetta of two lives could not be resolved with re words. He forcibly raised his sword and charged at Long Yan with unstoppable determination. Despite every step bringing excruciating pain, he rushed at Long Yan without hesitation.
Long Yan showed no hesitation either. The two t midway. For a mont, spear light and sword shadow flew around. Every strike from both was done with full force. Each collision of the magic gun and sword produced a teeth-clenching sound, making the onlookers uneasy.
Ultimately, Chen Long was one move behind. In another clash between the magic gun and the long sword, it should be noted the magic gun was an Array Clan Sacred Artifact level weapon, while Chen Long’s sword was rely a low-grade divine weapon. Finally, unable to withstand the strain, the sword shattered into countless pieces, scattering around.
Chen Long’s eyes showed complex emotions, including surprise, indifference, but more a sense of relief. It seed he had reached his end.
Long Yan did not let the opening pass. As the magic gun descended, the Immortal Slaying Sword in his left hand unhesitatingly slashed across Chen Long’s throat. His throat cut open, blood gushed out as if money were no concern, so even splattering on Long Yan’s face. Half of Long Yan’s face was covered in blood, resembling an Asura.
"It’s over..."
Chen Long muttered, but with his throat slit, he had no strength left to lift even a hand, which fell in the air. Then, with a thud, he collapsed to the ground.
Long Yan didn’t give a thought to having just killed one of the top ten young geniuses of Chudi, or perhaps he was simply unaware. Holding the magic gun in one hand, he walked firmly and unyieldingly in the direction of the Imperial City.
The Chudi cultivators nearby were already terrified out of their minds. Let alone facing Long Yan – even eting his gaze sent shivers down their spines. Many felt like they might just lose control of their bowels. This scene etched itself eternally in the hearts of the surrounding cultivators.
Later, due to this sight, Long Yan gained the moniker of Asura, but that’s a story for another ti.
Though Long Yan moved slowly, with each step forward, every cultivator stepped back. So at the back had already retreated into the Imperial City, yet still lacked the courage to face Long Yan.
This mont solidified Long Yan’s subsequent reputation. Though the Imperial City was but five miles away, his lone force drove the cultivators five miles back, ensuring Long Yan’s na would resound throughout Chudi regardless of today’s outco.
As Long Yan stepped forward step by step, a deep voice resounded, and then a massive figure landed heavily on the ground.
"I see the Chudi’s cultivators are cowards. Long Yan, kid, how about you lend your head?"
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