Long Chen was both shocked and furious. He had clearly blocked that strike just now, so why did he miss a single strike?
If he hadn't retreated quickly, his head would have already landed. Such a bizarre move was the first time he'd ever seen such a strange move. Unconsciously, cold sweat broke out on his back.
"This strike was the time secret I comprehended when I was at the Divine Fire Realm. Although it was only superficial, it allowed me to dominate among my peers and face no opponent.
Your blocking time, speed, angle, and force are all fine, but unfortunately, you don't understand that time is the hardest magic in the world.
The reason you can dominate among peers of the same rank in the Tianlan Domain is because your opponents are too incompetent, not because you are strong yourself.
If you were born in the same era as me, you would only become a soul under my blade, a stepping stone on my path of cultivation. Luo
Zichuan held his long blade, pointed at the ground, and stared coldly at Long Chen. At this moment, he looked down on the world like a king, looking down on the universe.
"Time and space are the foundation of the operation of the Heavenly Dao. Only those close to the Heavenly Dao can comprehend it. Is that remarkable?" Long Chen sneered.
Long Chen wiped the blood from his neck, and the wound instantly healed. His gaze was cold and his fighting spirit soared. He knew he had encountered an extremely terrifying opponent.
Long Chen had studied the laws of time and space before, but he was naturally unfamiliar with the Heavenly Dao and was rejected by it. So what was the point of studying it?
It wasn't that he didn't want to study, but the Heavenly Dao forbade him. Mentioning such matters made him furious.
"It's my turn."
With a sharp shout, Long Chen transformed his black broadsword into black lightning and slashed fiercely at Luo Zichuan. In the instant of the slash, Long Chen's immense soul power locked onto Luo Zichuan.
At this moment, Luo Zichuan had suppressed his cultivation to the same realm as Long Chen. Long Chen immediately activated the lock, and the only comfort for him was that once Luo Zichuan's realm dropped, he would be locked by Long Chen's spiritual power. In other words, at the same cultivation level, Luo Zichuan's spiritual power was far inferior to his own.
"Relying on brute strength to suppress others with brute force is not the meaning of the Way of the Blade. You're becoming more and more disappointing." Luo Zichuan looked at Long Chen, snorted coldly, and slashed with his long blade.
"Clang, dang, dang... Long
Chen slashed down with his blade, but with a single impact, eight explosions rang out. Long Chen's arm shook violently, and his power was split into eight dissipations.
Originally, Long Chen had used his spiritual power to lock onto Luo Zichuan, intending to force him to fight him head-on. This way, he could reverse the disadvantage and use his strengths to exploit the enemy's weaknesses.
But the moment the blade touched, Luo Zichuan's blade trembled violently. The force of his strike was split into eight parts, easily blocked by Luo Zichuan.
Suddenly, Long Chen's hair stood on end, and golden dragon scales appeared on his left arm, pushing back to block.
"Pfft!"
A long blade slashed down from an extremely strange angle. Long Chen blocked with his arm, but his arm was cut open. The blade struck the bone before it finally stopped. Even the golden dragon scales couldn't withstand it. If Long Chen hadn't had the hard bones of this ordinary iron long blade, his arm would have been severed in one stroke.
"Your sense of danger is good, but unfortunately, your brain is a bit dumb. My point is right—you shouldn't have come into this world at all."
Luo Zichuan's cold voice reached Long Chen's ears. Long Chen's anger surged as he roared:
"Nonsense!"
"Boom boom boom... Long
Chen swung his long blade, and in his rage, He didn't care whether this guy was his grandfather or not; he was already bloodthirsty. Every move he made was a mutually lose-lose move, with both sides doomed to perish.
At this moment, Long Chen had no choice but to fight desperately. Immortal King Zichuan suppressed his realm to match his own, and without even activating his own purple blood energy, he killed him repeatedly, wounding him repeatedly.
Long Chen had never encountered such a blow in his life, and if he lost, he would be killed. In his rage, Long Chen no longer cared about his grandfather or not, swinging his broadsword and hacking at him to death.
"Unlawful and disorderly, like the wild thugs dancing wildly. The blood of the Luo family has been desecrated on you."
Luo Zichuan's long blade danced through the air, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. No matter how Long Chen changed his moves, Luo Zichuan could easily block them.
Long Chen's move, which forced others to make life-or-death decisions, was childish before Luo Zichuan. Luo Zichuan didn't engage him head-on; his long blade trembled as he neutralized Long Chen's moves, occasionally striking Long Chen's vital points. Long Chen had nowhere to dodge and could only block with his body. Within a few breaths, Long Chen was covered in wounds.
"Boom!" Suddenly,
Luo Zichuan shouted sharply, slashing his long blade. Long Chen blocked but unexpectedly Luo Zichuan's usually light blade instantly erupted with violent force. Long Chen's tiger's mouth exploded, the blade slipped from his hand, and he rolled out like a rolling gourd.
Whether it was a coincidence or not, Long Chen tumbled down from the direction of the Sharpening Stone Ladder. As soon as he landed, he was instantly swept down by the terrifying torrent.
"Gurgle ..."
Long Chen rolled down the Knife Sharpening Ladder in a sorry state, rolling all the way to the foot of the mountain, where he crashed hard into a rock. The hard rock left human-shaped marks and cracked like spider webs.
"Whoosh."
At that moment, a long blade fell from the air, stabbing into the rock beside Long Chen. The blade was none other than Long Chen's black broadsword.
Long Chen looked at the Blade-Sharpening Ladder, watching it plunge straight into the mist. He felt a pair of eyes looking down at him from above, their gaze full of coldness, not disdain, but that coldness made Long Chen feel even more humiliated and angry.
Long Chen stood up, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, then the world spun as he collapsed headfirst to the ground, losing consciousness.
...
"What's going on? Why can't I see the Sharpening Ladder anymore? "Just as Long Chen ascended the ninety-ninth step, the Sharpening Stone Staircase, the ladder disappeared. Even the mountain was nowhere to be seen, shrouded in endless mist. Bai Xiaole couldn't help but ask.
"That's not clear. Perhaps the clan leader has something to tell Long Chen and doesn't want others to see." Luo Changwu explained.
However, while explaining, for some reason, he vaguely sensed something was wrong, as if something bad was about to happen.
But for his mysterious father, his own son, he never knew what he was thinking. He could do nothing and could only wait with everyone.
...
No one knew how much time had passed before Long Chen slowly woke up. While unconscious, his chaotic space automatically repaired his body, and upon waking, he was recovered and refreshed.
Long Chen took a deep breath, pulled his broadsword out from the rock, slung it over his shoulder, said nothing, and rushed straight up the Knife Sharpening Staircase.
Having passed the ninety-ninth step of the Blade Sharpening Heavenly Staircase, Long Chen once again arrived in front of the stone house. Luo Zichuan stood beside the stone tablet, seemingly waiting for Long Chen to return.
At this moment, the Blood-Drinking Long Blade in Luo Zichuan's hand had already returned to the stele, and Luo Zichuan pressed his large hand on it again.
"呛"
< b1103> A sharp knife rang out, and a long blade appeared in Luo Zichuan's hand—it was actually a bone blade.
"Dragon bone?"
Long Chen's heart raced wildly upon seeing the long blade. The bone blade was actually forged from dragon bone.