The heavens roared with a deafening fury, the air itself seemed to tremble as waves of energy surged violently. Amidst the howling tempest, the most elite warriors, those who had reached the pinnacle of power, were flung backward before they could even close the distance to Long Chen. The sheer force of his aura was enough to repel them.
"How is this possible?!" The crowd gasped in disbelief. These were warriors who had ignited nine hundred and ninety-nine Emperor Flames, the absolute peak of human cultivation, the prodigies who stood at the zenith of the Human Emperor realm. Yet, they couldn't even withstand the pressure of Long Chen's unleashed aura?
Within the chaotic storm, Long Chen stood tall, his body wreathed in nine hundred and ninety-eight Emperor Flames. The flames danced and writhed, sending out tendrils of energy that sliced through the air, leaving behind fine cracks in the fabric of space itself. The sound of the air being torn apart was like a screeching wail that pierced the soul, sending shivers down the spines of all who witnessed it.
No one had ever seen such a terrifying display of power. They counted and recounted the number of Emperor Flames surrounding Long Chen, and yes, it was indeed nine hundred and ninety-eight. Yet, the aura he exuded was enough to dominate the entire battlefield. It defied all logic, all reason.
Even those who also possessed nine hundred and ninety-eight Emperor Flames felt like insignificant ants in the face of Long Chen's overwhelming presence. Xi Yuanqing, who had already braced himself for Long Chen's strength, couldn't help but feel his pupils contract in shock. Long Chen was far more terrifying than he had ever imagined.
The tempest raged on, the roar of dragons echoing through the heavens. The phantom image behind Long Chen grew more vivid, the dragon within it thrashing about with an air of supreme majesty. It was as if Long Chen had become the Dragon God himself, his gaze sweeping across the realms with an unshakable dominance.
"Nine hundred and ninety-eight Emperor Flames... Heh, this power is truly overwhelming!" Long Chen stood in the void, his Emperor Flames burning brightly. Within each flame, the symbols of dragons flickered and danced, their power surging to unprecedented heights.
"Don't be afraid! His aura may be strong, but his Emperor Flames are scattered and unfocused. He's only just broken through, we still have a chance!" A dragon warrior with a vertical eye on his forehead shouted, trying to rally the others.
But before his voice could fade, Long Chen's hand shot out, and the space around the dragon warrior collapsed. A terrifying suction force pulled him toward Long Chen, no matter how hard he struggled.
"ROAR!" The dragon warrior bellowed, his Emperor Flames erupting in a dazzling display of light, spreading like a spider's web across half the sky. He anchored himself in the void, trying to resist the pull. His strength was formidable, his reaction swift.
But just as he thought he could withstand the force, Long Chen's palm lit up with ancient runes, and he uttered a single command:
"Divine Dragon's Grasp!"
"BOOM!"
The space around the vertical-eyed warrior exploded, the force of Long Chen's technique shattering his defenses. With a scream of terror, he was yanked toward Long Chen, helpless as a leaf in a hurricane.
Several others tried to intervene, but they were too slow. The vertical-eyed warrior was already in Long Chen's grasp.
"I'll fight you to the death!" The warrior roared, veins bulging on his forehead as he formed a seal with his hands. His third eye began to open, but before it could fully awaken, Long Chen's finger shot forward like a bolt of lightning.
"PFFT!"
The sound of flesh being pierced was sickening. Long Chen's finger stabbed directly into the warrior's third eye, blood spraying out in a gruesome arc.
"You won't get the chance," Long Chen said coldly, his voice dripping with disdain. Lightning crackled around his finger, and with a flash, a bolt of thunder shot through the warrior's skull, exiting from the back of his head.
The warrior's body convulsed once, then went limp, his life extinguished in an instant.
With a casual flick of his hand, Long Chen had effortlessly captured and killed a warrior with nine hundred and ninety-nine Emperor Flames. The other dragon warriors felt a chill run down their spines, fear gripping their hearts like a vice.
"Chirp... chirp..."
At that moment, a tender vine, delicate and translucent, emerged from the void. It was like a newborn sprout, so fragile it seemed it could break at the slightest touch. Yet, it slowly coiled around the body of the vertical-eyed warrior, dragging it into a dark, chaotic space.
"Zhi Zhi?" Long Chen's eyes widened in surprise and joy. Zhi Zhi, the vine spirit, had regrown its body. Long Chen looked into the chaotic space and saw a new vine, about three feet tall and as thick as a thigh, growing where Zhi Zhi had once been. It was like a sturdy bamboo shoot emerging from the earth.
The vine's translucent body pulsed with a liquid that seemed to carry countless ancient runes within it.
"Chirp... chirp..."
The vine dragged the warrior's body into the black soil of the chaotic space and then fell still. Long Chen felt a mix of emotions—gratitude, sorrow, and relief. Zhi Zhi had just regained its form, its consciousness still dormant. Yet, even in this state, it continued to help Long Chen, driven by an instinctual memory of its past duties.
Long Chen sighed softly. "Such a diligent little one," he murmured, his heart aching with a bittersweet warmth. Seeing Zhi Zhi reborn filled him with a sense of peace, a weight lifted from his shoulders.
But just as he allowed himself a moment of respite, the space behind him rippled. A black dragon's claw, dripping with venomous energy, silently reached for his back. The claw was shrouded in a dark mist, corroding the very fabric of space as it moved. This was the attack of a poison dragon, a master of spatial manipulation and deadly toxins.
The moment the claw appeared, the air around it began to decay. Even divine artifacts would crumble under its touch, let alone flesh and bone.
"SMACK!"
But Long Chen didn't even turn around. With a casual backhand, he slapped the claw away. The force of the blow shattered not only the claw but the space around it. The poison dragon warrior, his body covered in a viscous black liquid, was sent flying.
"Now! Kill him! He's been poisoned! His arm is useless!" the poison dragon warrior screamed, his voice filled with both pain and triumph. He had poured all his venom into that single strike, betting everything on it. He didn't fear Long Chen's retaliation—he welcomed it. The more Long Chen fought back, the more the poison would spread.
"Hisss..."
Black tendrils of venom began to spread across Long Chen's arm, writhing like serpents as they tried to consume him.
"He's poisoned! Everyone, attack now!" Ming Long Xuan, the leader of the dark dragons, seized the opportunity. With a roar, he charged forward, his weapon gleaming with deadly intent.
The others followed suit, their fear momentarily overshadowed by the hope of victory.
"Poisoned? Is that all you've got?" Long Chen's lips curled into a mocking smile as he raised his arm. With a flick of his wrist, the venom was flung off, splattering onto one of the charging warriors.
"AHHH!"
The unlucky warrior screamed as the venom ate through his flesh, his head dissolving in a matter of seconds.
Seeing that even their most potent poison was useless against Long Chen, Ming Long Xuan gritted his teeth. He raised his dragon-scale shield and charged forward with a furious roar, determined to crush Long Chen with brute force.
But Long Chen stood unwavering, his eyes burning with a fire that seemed to challenge the heavens themselves. The battle was far from over, and the rage within him only grew fiercer with each passing moment.
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