The Might of a Single Symbol
Blood rained down from the sky, slowly falling. Wan Xiaoshan looked at the scene before him in horror, as if he were in a dream.
"Thump, thump..."
Figures fell slowly, their expressions before death just like Tian Wenjing's, filled with confusion, utterly unaware of what had happened.
Hundreds of powerful individuals were instantly killed. These were the strongest of Qinghe Sect. Now, including Tian Wenjing, they were all wiped out. The powerful members of Qinghe Sect were left dumbfounded.
Everything happened too suddenly, like a dream, but for Wan Xiaoshan and the others, it was a beautiful dream. For the strong of Qinghe Sect, it was a nightmare.
"Well done."
Long Chen stood within Wan Long's nest, witnessing Xia Chen kill so many powerful individuals with a single symbol from a distance, he couldn't help but give a thumbs-up.
Xia Chen, a formation master and runic expert, had incredible control over symbols. Due to his limited soul power, he couldn't afford to waste any. He had to spend his resources judiciously.
After condensing the true dragon veins, Xia Chen's destiny power replaced his soul power, and with the assistance of the dragon soul, his fundamental power surged a thousandfold.
Despite the tremendous surge in power, his control remained unaffected. In fact, his control over symbols had reached an almost abnormal level.
Symbols tore through space, distorting it, deceiving everyone's senses. Even high-level experts like Tian Wenjing were deceived in their perception of death and were killed in a single strike.
After killing Tian Wenjing, the symbol detonated using his essence blood as a trigger. It transformed into numerous rice-sized symbols. Although small, their power was astonishing.
What amazed Long Chen was that all those fragmented symbols accurately hit vital points. The level of control was truly abnormal.
"Boom, boom..."
Xia Chen killed Qinghe Sect's top experts with a single strike. Wan Long's nest continued moving forward, but Xia Chen didn't bother to deal with the trash from Qinghe Sect.
"I thank you for saving my life. Please leave your name; I will surely repay you in the future," Wan Xiaoshan urgently shouted as Wan Long's nest was about to leave.
"Help me exterminate these insignificant pests." Long Chen was straightforward, giving him a chance to repay the favor.
"Huh?"
Wan Xiaoshan was bewildered. What was this supposed to be?
However, at that moment, Wan Long's nest had already whizzed away and disappeared. Wan Xiaoshan gritted his teeth and yelled:
"Kill them all for me! Not one should escape!"
...
"This Fan Tiande is so arrogant. He actually wants to unify the human race within the Heavenly Vein Profound Realm," Xia Chen said from within Wan Long's nest.
"The people of the Fan Tiande lineage all have that kind of character, especially the so-called 'Sons of Fan Tiande.' They're so conceited that their words come out without passing through their brains," Long Chen responded with a smirk.
"However, they have such a massive backing behind them. It seems that having a functioning brain isn't really necessary. Meanwhile, we don't even have the privilege of making foolish mistakes," Xia Chen chuckled, but there was a hint of helplessness in his laughter.
The saying goes, the butt decides the head, and position determines thought. No matter who sits in that position of power held by Fan Tiande, they can get whatever they want without effort, as if they don't need to use their brains. But not using your brain for an extended period leads to its degradation.
This strange phenomenon sometimes occurs—people who sit in high positions but speak like fools and perform actions irredeemably stupid.
"Mountains with support can collapse, dependence on one's father can grow old. In this world, nothing stays the same. Other people's power will always belong to them. No matter how powerful their backing, it will eventually crumble. True power lies in one's own hands. No matter how powerful the Great Fan is, or how glorious the Fan Tiande lineage becomes, what does that have to do with us? When I chop off his head, he'll undoubtedly still have that idiotic expression," Long Chen stated calmly.
Xia Chen burst into laughter. Following Long Chen for so long, he had witnessed countless so-called geniuses fall at their leader's hands. Their expressions before death were strikingly similar, some even identical.
It was ironic sometimes. Why did so many people only wake up in their final moments? Unfortunately, it was all too late by then.
"Boss, you're already a Nine Veins Heavenly Saint. This time, we'll definitely sweep through the Heavenly Vein Profound Domain and beat that Fan Tiande guy to a pulp," Xia Chen clenched his fist, his face filled with excitement.
The Dragon Blood Legion and the Fan Tiande lineage were sworn enemies. The world-shattering battle on the Tianwu Continent was masterminded by the Fan Tiande lineage.
The deaths of the Dragon Blood warriors on the battlefield were scars that couldn't be erased from Long Chen's heart. The hatred wouldn't fade with the passage of time; if anything, it grew stronger.
Thinking about this opportunity to engage in a bloody battle against the Fan Tiande lineage, it was time to settle old scores and extract revenge for the new ones. Even if they couldn't retrieve the principal, calculating the interest could be satisfying.
"It's not that simple," Long Chen shook his head, his expression turning serious.
"Why?" Xia Chen asked in bewilderment.
At this moment, Long Chen had reached an unprecedented level of power. Xia Chen had followed Long Chen for so long that no one understood Long Chen's current strength better than him. However, as Long Chen grew more powerful, he became increasingly cautious, which puzzled Xia Chen.
"You've been guided here to activate the Emperor's Path Reversal Scale. Along the way, you haven't encountered any monstrous-level experts from various races. Yet, I have. They... are terrifying," Long Chen's voice was somewhat solemn, his gaze carrying a hint of gravity.
While Long Chen had grown stronger, he was certain that this group of adversaries hadn't been idle either. Carrying a formidable mission, they must have plenty of hidden cards. During their battles, they refrained from revealing their full strength due to either insufficient power or unripe opportunity.
But none of this escaped Long Chen's powerful perception. Visible dangers weren't the real threats; it was the invisible factors that were truly deadly. Whether it was the Dragon in the Wilderness, Fan Tiande, Li Changgeng, or the Underworld Dragon Peak, they all harbored something fearsome, something that sent shivers deep into Long Chen's soul.
Although Long Chen had condensed nine dragon bloodline veins and was still firmly convinced that within the same tier, no one could defeat him, these adversaries wouldn't care about any rules. Once they acted, group battles and chaotic warfare would be inevitable. While Long Chen was confident, he wasn't arrogant enough to believe that he alone could suppress all these opponents.
Most importantly, these individuals were overt enemies. Within the Heavenly Vein Profound Realm's myriad races vying for supremacy, who knew how many strong experts like them were hidden? Long Chen was under tremendous pressure.
So, Long Chen wanted to ring a warning bell for Xia Chen—remain vigilant even when safe. The higher one stood, the more cautious they needed to be.
Listening to Long Chen's words, Xia Chen's heart raced. He hadn't expected that there would be so many terrifying beings within the Heavenly Vein Profound Realm.
"Boom!"
Just as they were conversing, a sudden explosion occurred. Wan Long's nest trembled violently as it was abruptly halted by an immense force.
Xia Chen was astonished to see that a stone wall had appeared in front of them at some point. Wan Long's nest crashed into the wall, breaking it apart. The powerful recoil caused the nest to come to a stop.
"Seems like we've met again, Long Chen. Come out and die, or I'll shatter your turtle shell," a haughty and familiar voice resounded, just as this happened.
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