The Fall of the Ancient City, The Rise of a Storm
BOOM!
With a single sword strike, Long Chen not only cleaved the ancient city in half but also annihilated the ancestral spirit of the Mo Yan Devouring Python Clan that had been parasitizing the city for countless years.
The city, split in two, began to collapse—shattering, crumbling, and disintegrating into nothingness. A boundless surge of primordial Dao energy erupted from its ruins.
This was the energy accumulated since the city's creation, forged with the essence of heaven and earth, storing the purest source of power within.
Above the ruins, Kun Ding hovered silently, absorbing the released energy like a black hole. The artifact spirit of the city had perished long ago. Now, its destruction might just be the liberation it had long awaited.
Whoosh!
Long Chen extended his hand, and from the wreckage, he forcefully yanked out a battered figure.
It was Mo Zhan.
At this moment, the once-mighty warrior had been reduced to a pitiful state—his body half-destroyed, his Imperial Flame completely extinguished, and even his soul fire flickered weakly, like a candle in the wind, barely holding on.
His life was at its final moments, standing at death’s door with no possibility of salvation.
"Nine hundred ninety-nine strands of Imperial Flame... what terrifying destructive power."
Long Chen was inwardly shaken.
When he struck, he had intentionally held back, deliberately missing Mo Zhan’s vital spot, just to leave him a sliver of life.
But he underestimated the sheer devastation of his own attack. The instant the blade descended, Mo Zhan’s body had been frozen in place, unable to move.
Had he not instinctively erupted with all his strength to dodge several meters to the side, even the residual force of that strike would have killed him ten times over.
Long Chen couldn't help but imagine—
If instead of his Purple Blood, it had been his Supreme Bloodline or Dragon Blood fueling the attack…
Just how terrifying would that sword have been?
But at present, the Supreme Blood and Dragon Blood were in an uncontrollable berserk state. He couldn’t wield them freely yet.
While he could forcefully summon them, the energy would be unstable, volatile, and could even backfire on him.
For now, Purple Blood served as a stabilizer, allowing him to adapt to Imperial Flame’s power and helping balance the chaotic forces within him. He believed that soon, he would be able to completely master his true strength.
The Last Defiance of Mo Zhan
Mo Zhan, despite being in such a miserable state, remained fearless. His twisted face was filled with fury as he snarled at Long Chen:
"Long Chen… our Mo Yan Devouring Python Clan… will never forgive you…"
Even on the brink of death, this man was utterly ruthless.
"Prepare yourself for the bloodbath to come! Our eight great branches in the Nine Heavens World… are filled with countless peerless geniuses—cough!"
Blood spewed from his mouth, but he gritted his teeth and forced his final words out:
"And in the Chaos World… our ancestors reign supreme! No matter where you run—Nine Heavens or Chaos—
there will be no place for you to hide… Ha… ha…"
Mo Zhan wanted to laugh maniacally, but his body had no strength left. Instead, he twisted in agony, his madness fully exposed.
A Fate Worse Than Death
Long Chen's expression remained indifferent.
"I originally wanted to ask you a few questions. If you answered them honestly, I would have let you die with dignity.
But since you insist on being difficult… I won’t be polite anymore."
"Zhizhi."
A chilling whisper echoed.
Suddenly—
Mo Zhan’s body convulsed violently.
His skin bulged and shrank, as though something was crawling beneath it. His bones cracked, and his veins twisted grotesquely.
At the same time—
His nearly depleted life force began to surge once more. His soul energy, which had been moments away from extinguishing, was suddenly revitalized.
Mo Zhan’s eyes widened in horror.
"What… what are you doing to me?!"
For a warrior who did not fear death, this was the first time he felt true terror.
He could accept dying.
But now, he realized something far more terrifying was happening.
He might not be allowed to die at all.
"PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!"
From beneath his flesh, translucent vines burst forth—serpentine, writhing, hungry.
"AAAAAHHHH!!!"
Mo Zhan screamed.
It was not just pain—it was soul-wrenching despair.
His eyes bulged from their sockets, his body twitched uncontrollably, and his voice twisted into agonized howls.
The vines kept growing, burrowing deeper.
His cries turned into muffled groans, then… silence.
Extracting the Truth
A moment later—
"Zhizhi."
Long Chen heard the familiar chirping response in his mind.
He extended a single finger, pressing it against Mo Zhan’s forehead.
"HUMMMM!"
A torrent of information surged into his consciousness.
Long Chen’s eyes gleamed with excitement.
Zhizhi has evolved again!
It could now bypass soul restrictions and forcibly extract memories.
Although some details were fragmented and chaotic, the sheer amount of information was a massive victory.
"PFFT!"
Suddenly—
Mo Zhan’s head exploded, his lifeless body collapsing into the rubble.
Long Chen had already flashed away, landing several miles away in an instant.
"His soul was too weak. If he were stronger, I could’ve gotten even more secrets… what a pity."
Even so, he had learned plenty.
A New Mission Begins
At that moment, Xi Yuanqing and the others arrived.
Seeing Long Chen effortlessly slay Mo Zhan and destroy an ancient city, their blood boiled with admiration.
To them—
This was true power.
To kill a Return to One Realm powerhouse while still in the Human Sovereign Realm…
He made it look as easy as butchering livestock!
"Long Chen-sama!!"
Excited, they surrounded him.
Long Chen, however, remained calm.
"This man took the wrong path, making him weak internally.
If you could overcome your fear and find his weakness,
at least a hundred of you could’ve killed him yourselves."
"A hundred of us?!"
They were shocked.
Long Chen continued,
"If this were my Dragonblood Legion, they could have killed him with ease, even if he had nine hundred ninety-eight strands of Imperial Flame."
"Combat mastery doesn’t come from shortcuts—it’s built through real battles, through bloodshed, and through risking your lives."
"Prepare yourselves. We don’t have time to waste."
He had seen vital information in Mo Zhan’s memories—
The Dragon Clan needed to regroup immediately.
"I have my own mission. You will meet up with Di Mengyao.
She will organize you all and prepare for the battles ahead."
As he finished speaking, Cang Lu descended from the Emperor Dragon Divine Nest.
With a final glance, Long Chen vanished into the void.
Final Thoughts:
Long Chen’s dominance reaches new heights, but with his growing power comes even greater enemies.
The war is only beginning.
Will he be able to gather the Dragon Clan before it’s too late?
🔥 Stay tuned! 🔥
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