The attack was silent and without warning. It came from a perception blind spot, and as soon as it appeared, it accelerated instantly, like thunder.
Long Chen was startled; he hadn't expected someone to sneak up to his side, and he didn't even know about it.
As soon as the attack appeared, it almost reached Long Chen's neck, moving so fast that he had never seen anything in his life. It was already too late to dodge.
"Clang"
Sparks flew everywhere. The scabbard on Long Chen's back suddenly moved upward, blocking the dagger at the critical moment. Amidst the flying sparks, a tremendous force surged through. Long Chen staggered and charged forward a long distance.
"Whoosh!"
Without waiting to steady himself, Long Chen swung the Minghong Blade and slashed fiercely behind him.
"Clang!"
With a loud crash, in the blink of an eye, Long Chen struck with his blade with incredible precision—the second attack of the dagger.
The long blade and dagger collided, and the two divine weapons erupted with a thunderous roar. The master was fighting, and the weapons suppressed each other. The void trembled, and only then did Long Chen clearly see who had made the move.
It was a tall, slender woman, her face covered with a black scarf, her hair rarely short, and her eyes narrow and cold, unfocused, like the pupils of a corpse.
Her aura was restrained, without any external release, locking all her energy within her body. Long Chen narrowed his eyes; he had never seen such a technique before.
You have to know, normal people need to release their aura outward; otherwise, the force is too great and it can easily injure themselves. One wrong move and their bodies could explode and die.
This person was exceptionally gifted, locking all his power within his body, attacking fiercely yet focusedly, wasting no effort.
"Are you that Nine Nether Rakshasa?" Long Chen looked at the woman and said.
"Remember my name, because its bearer killed you." Jiuyou Luocha said coldly. Her voice was just like hers—utterly emotionless, dry, like a machine.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, the figure of the Nine Nether Rakshasa flickered, vanishing into thin air from beneath Long Chen's long blade. No trace of escape was visible, and his movements were ghostly.
"Clang" Long Chen's
long blade suddenly thrust forward. With a loud bang, the Nine Nether Rakshasa who had just vanished reappeared. It turned out she hadn't fled, but had stepped back, her dagger pressing against Long Chen's blade.
A look of astonishment appeared in her cold eyes. She was exceptionally gifted, a super powerhouse in the Nine Nether Hall, and was crowned with the title of Nine Nether Rakshasa.
The Nine Nether Rakshasa is the title used by the Nine Nether Hall for its strongest disciples. Only those who pass the most brutal Nine Nether trials can earn this title.
She was the only person in the past three million years to pass the Nine Nether Trial. Her movement technique was obtained through the trial. In the Nine Nether Hall, except for the Hall Master Liao Bencang, no one could see through her movement. Unexpectedly, Long Chen saw through her here.
She vanished on the spot. Normally, people would instinctively spread their minds throughout their bodies and their senses would disperse, but in that instant, she would have killed someone in an instant. She had never missed a blow, but today, she had missed.
"I never remember the names of dying people, because—I've killed too many people, I really can't remember them all." Long Chen's face was icy, murderous intent surging in his eyes like a tsunami.
She, the Nine Nether Rakshasa, had hands stained with the blood of the Nine Star successors. From her, Long Chen seemed to see countless Nine Star successors roaring in unwillingness before death.
"Rumble rumble...
Suddenly, countless stars lit up on Long Chen's long blade. The blade roared, shaking the heavens and earth. The pupils of the Nine Nether Rakshasa contracted sharply as she realized Long Chen had locked onto her with an unparalleled spiritual force.
At the same time, Long Chen's long blade seemed to be imbued with the power of the stars from the heavens, trying to crush her directly. Long Chen actually forced her to fight with strength—a simple violence, a fight to the death, with no room for shortcuts.
In this situation, she could only take it head-on. If she tried to dodge or escape, under the pull of her energy, Long Chen's power would erupt like a volcano, instantly destroying her.
"When it comes to strength, I fear no one." The Nine Nether Rakshasa snorted coldly. As she spoke, red runes appeared on her brow, instantly covering her entire body.
Immediately after, behind her, a massive figure appeared. As soon as it appeared, its fierce aura swept across the nine heavens.
That shadow was clearly a person, yet it carried an endless fierce aura, like a demon from hell, making one's soul tremble.
"Long Chen, be careful. That is the Nine Nether Rakshasa, a notorious demon from ancient times who slaughters endless living beings. On such a battlefield, she absorbs grudges and possesses boundless power." Bai Shishi's mother saw that figure and couldn't help but exclaim.
She had originally thought this woman was called Jiuyou Luosha, just a metaphor for her ferocity and strength, but she never expected she was truly connected to this ancient demon.
It turned out that the Nine Nether Hall had a trial ground, enshrined to the souls of the Nine Nether Rakshasas. After passing the trial, one would receive the legacy of the Nine Nether Rakshasa and its protection.
The Nine Nether Rakshasa is bloodthirsty and cultivates by absorbing grudges. Especially on the battlefield, when living beings die, they generate a large amount of resentment.
Originally, the phenomenon of the Nine Nether Rakshasa could grant her endless power, and now, on this battlefield, she was even more invincible.
"So what if I know? I abandoned my original name and traveled the world under the name of the Rakshasa. The Nine Nether Rakshasa is me, I am the Nine Nether Rakshasa. I rule the world, and all races can only tremble and weep beneath my feet. "The Nine Nether Rakshasa said coldly.
At this moment, her voice had changed, her soul fluctuations had shifted, and she carried a wild aura, as if the Nine Nether Rakshasa of ancient times had come back to life.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
Long Chen's Minghong Blade roared and exploded, crushing the dagger of the Nine Nether Rakshasa. Under the immense force, cracks appeared in the void like a mirror, rapidly spreading.
"No matter what Nine Nether Rakshasa or Ten Nether Rakshasa is, in front of me, Long Chen, you can only bow down." Long Chen pressed his long blade down and shouted coldly.
"Ignorant fool, ants like you will never know just how terrifying the Rakshasa clan really is."
The Nine Nether Rakshasa, who had been expressionless all along, suddenly surged with anger, as if Long Chen's contempt for the Rakshasa clan was the greatest provocation and insult to her.
"What are the Rakshasa clan, that they deserve to be with me... Is Long Chen really comparable? Long Chen roared, his eyes bloodshot, nearly calling out my Nine Star lineage.
Long Chen's internal qi and blood churned, surging endlessly like the Yangtze River. As his qi and blood surged, his meridians rapidly expanded. Only by expanding his meridians to the extreme could he withstand the ultimate power.
Thinking of those Nine-Star disciples who died at this woman's hands, of those passionate men with great ideals, Long Chen was filled with hatred.
"Die!"
Suddenly, Long Chen and Jiuyou Luocha roared in unison. Their power erupted in an instant, and in that instant, the world changed color.