Chapter 5715 - Vantian's True Form
The blade's shadow astounds the heavens, cleaving through an empty space. At that position, a figure holds a bone fork, piercing through the sky with boundless force, directly aiming for Long Chen's back.
This attack originates from Long Chen's blind spot. In theory, while dealing with Hou Tianwu's father's full-force strike, Long Chen shouldn't have been able to consider this aspect at all.
Yet, Long Chen seemed to have known in advance, as if anticipating the ambush by the elderly member of the whale clan. The power absorbed by the Shield of Divine Control from the Dragon Bone Sinister Moon had all been infused into the blade.
"Boom!"
A thunderous explosion, the bone fork shatters, and the old woman is cleaved in two by Long Chen's blade. Even in death, the elderly whale clan member couldn't fathom how she had failed.
"Splurt!"
With the death of the whale clan elder, her true form is revealed. Long Chen waves his large hand, and before her body can fully enlarge, it is directly absorbed into the chaotic space.
Now, on the black earth of the chaotic space, the previous whale carcass remains undigested, forming overlapping mountains of flesh.
"How could this be..."
Hou Tianwu's father, now shriveled and with a feeble aura, like a candle flickering in the wind, stares disbelievingly at the shield before him. His lifelong strength, concentrated in that single strike, proves unable to even shake this shield.
"Old Lamp, your death wasn't in vain. This happens to be one of my strongest abilities at the moment."
"Alright, it's about time. Don't keep your son waiting too long. Oh, when you get over there, pass along my regards to Hou Tianwu," Long Chen speaks and points a finger.
"Splurt!"
A bolt of lightning shoots out, piercing through the center of Hou Tianwu's father's brow. He was already drained, lacking the strength to evade, and is instantly killed by the strike.
At that moment, the entire scene is astonished. Is this Long Chen some kind of monster? Surrounded by thirteen dragon-vein level powerhouses and still able to kill a senior god emperor, what's even more terrifying is his seemingly effortless demeanor.
Above the void stands Feng XinYue, her beautiful eyes flashing as she observes the battlefield's developments. The Dragon Blood Legion is like a tiger among sheep, engaged in a one-sided massacre. Tang Wanjun's Hidden Dragon Legion and disciples of the Wind God Seaguild engage in flanking maneuvers, with her rarely taking action, leaving opportunities for others.
Feng XinYue's face reveals a gratified expression. Tang Wanjun has grown significantly this time, no longer overly competitive but understanding the bigger picture. She's gradually showing the qualities of a leader.
With no safety concerns here, Feng XinYue's thoughts are mostly focused on Long Chen. Watching him face the besieging experts with both strength and tactics is nothing short of perfection.
Such mastery over everything, even Feng XinYue can't help but sigh. Some people are simply born leaders. This level of control isn't achievable through effort alone.
In a casual conversation, two god emperor-level powerhouses from the chaotic era are calculated and killed. While outsiders might find this method dishonorable, in Feng XinYue's eyes, this is true wisdom.
"Your arrogance ends here!"
Suddenly, Vantian De gnashed his teeth and stepped forward. Radiance burned around him, and endless runes converged at his brow, forming a faint yet distinct "梵" character.
As the "梵" character appeared, Vantian De's aura transformed. A sacred energy surged, causing the void to rumble and roar. Behind him, the void split open, revealing a figure that slowly materialized. As this figure appeared, an overwhelming pressure locked onto Long Chen.
"Phew,"
Long Chen shrugged his Dragon Bone Sinister Moon onto his shoulder and quipped, "Are you finally bringing out Daddy? I was getting curious earlier, wondering why you hadn't summoned your old man yet. Is it possible you're a wild child?"
The figure was indeed that of the Great Vantian, but it wasn't a statue; it resembled a manifestation of his true form. This manifestation constantly shifted between the real and the ethereal, channeling boundless divine power into Vantian De's body.
"Daring to defile the revered Vantian, you, Long Chen, deserve to die a thousand deaths. I've let you be arrogant until now; you should be content and grateful. I'm going to unleash my true strength. Next, you'll understand the true gap between us," Vantian De spoke coldly, his voice having changed as well.
Every word, every syllable, carried an unmatched divine authority, akin to a decree from the heavens, commanding the respect of all creation. This was the power of the Great Vantian, and even a trace of his true form was enough to dominate the universe.
"Cut the crap already, can't you stop boasting? Can you die without bragging? From the past to the present, when have I, Long Chen, not been arrogant? If you can't win, you summon the power of the Great Vantian. Fine, summon away. Can you please stop coming up with these boring excuses? If you have the ability, you wouldn't need to rely on someone else's strength. And if you do rely on it, you're not qualified to brag, got it?" Long Chen said disdainfully.
Long Chen had known about Vantian De's trump card for a while now, and he had been waiting for this moment. After all, the guy was the son of the Great Vantian, using his old man's power wasn't something Long Chen looked down upon.
But before using his old man's power, Vantian De had to act all high and mighty, as if he had been playing around with Long Chen this whole time. That was what truly made Long Chen look down on him.
"Your mouth is full of foul language, I can't be bothered to talk nonsense with you. Your life, I, Vantian De, will take it."
"Boom!"
Vantian De's figure flickered, amidst countless roars, he took a step forward, his illusions overlapping, charging straight at Long Chen.
"You think you can just die without boasting?"
Long Chen's anger was ignited as well. His dragon veins ignited, his dragon blood boiled, and a purple radiance bloomed like a sun as he swung his blade down.
"Boom!"
The clash of sword and blade, the power of belief and the purple radiance collided like two worlds crashing together, fiercely eroding each other. The power of both individuals rapidly escalated, seeming endless.
However, even though Vantian De had invoked the power of the Great Vantian's true form, he still couldn't suppress Long Chen. An expression of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
"My power is a hundred, and yours is only thirty. The power of the Great Vantian's true form is a thousand, ten times mine. But what does that matter?"
"You think your puny body can bear the might of Vantian? Don't you have any idea? You thought summoning the Vantian's true form could suppress me? Is your brain filled with excrement?" Long Chen roared angrily.
"Boom!"
With a forceful shove from Dragon Bone Sinister Moon, amidst a resounding explosion, Vantian De was sent flying backward. People were astonished; even in this state, Vantian De was still being suppressed by Long Chen?
"Vantian Gale Slash!"
Vantian De roared in anger, gripping his sword with both hands. While still in retreat, he swung the sword down, cutting open the sky itself.
"Dragon Blood Return Blade!"
Facing Vantian De's ferocious strike, thirteen dragon shadows flew out from Long Chen's arm, intertwining with Dragon Bone Sinister Moon. The blade's edge emitted purple ripples.
"Boom!"
The two divine weapons clashed once again, and both were knocked back simultaneously with a muffled groan. In this exchange, neither gained an advantage.
However, the terrifying pressure caused the laws of the entire world to crumble, and within the void, cotton-like fragments of collapse appeared. These were the remnants of shattered Dao runes that hadn't had time to repair themselves, forming this phenomenon.
This kind of spectacle was something countless people had never witnessed before. The astonishing destructive power was enough to make one's scalp tingle.
At this moment, the powerful individuals from various clans, seeing this scene, had no intention of challenging the Dragon Blood Legion anymore. They hastily fled the battlefield.
"I don't believe it..."
Vantian De roared in frustration. He couldn't believe that even after summoning the Vantian's true form, he still couldn't suppress Long Chen. His longsword danced wildly, striking with fury.
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
The blades clashed furiously, unleashing ripples of death in the void, violently scouring the heavens and earth.
They exchanged thirty-six moves in a single breath, and then both staggered back once again. Long Chen was slightly panting, showing a hint of exhaustion, while Vantian De had blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, panting heavily like a bull, sweat pouring down. Clearly, his consumption was even greater than Long Chen's.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the space trembled, and a figure quietly appeared. A pitch-black, ink-like colossal hand emerged, covering the sky as it reached out to grab Long Chen.
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