"Bang!"
Facing Kuntu's claw, Long Chen met the attack with his fist. Neither of them used any divine powers, relying solely on their physical strength. With a loud explosion, waves of energy surged. A sharp pain struck Long Chen's fist, and the sword from Kuntu tore five bloody gashes, skin torn and flesh torn, blood flowing everywhere.
"Boss!"
Jiang Lei cried out in alarm. He knew perfectly well how formidable Long Chen's physical body was, but facing Kuntu, Long Chen was injured in a single blow, leaving him greatly shocked.
"You think you can withstand my strike with your own body?" Like an ant trying to stop a chariot, an ant shaking a tree—utterly laughable! "
Kuntu's sharp claw was withdrawn, stained with golden blood—it was Long Chen's true dragon essence blood.
Kun Tu stuck out his tongue and lightly licked his paw, his eyes narrowing slightly, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth:
"Dragon flesh and blood are indeed delicious, but unfortunately, mixed with the stench of humans, it ruins its original taste. Long Chen, you really deserve to die!"
At this moment, Kuntu was like a bloodthirsty demon. His killing intent seemed to be stirred by the scent of dragon blood. His blood and energy roared, and a terrifying pressure was released, pressing down on the powerful warriors present so much they could barely breathe. Even Supreme-level experts seemed so insignificant in the face of that aura.
Long Chen looked at the scaled palm, which had been scratched into five blood grooves. Golden blood flowed over the wound, and even the power of the chaotic space surged in, only allowing the wound to heal slowly, not immediately.
"Impressive! A strike infused with the will of the Kunpeng, able to surpass the Heavenly Dao. I didn't expect you to possess such power." Long Chen looked at the wound on his palm, divine light flickering in his eyes, his fighting spirit rising continuously.
In his life, this was the first time Long Chen had ever defeated him physically. The Kunpeng clan truly deserved their reputation as legendary defiant beings. But this wound not only didn't make Long Chen fearful, it actually ignited his desire to fight.
"I have this kind of power too?" This statement sounds harsh—do you really possess such power? "Kuntu sneered.
Long Chen gently clenched his injured hand, and the wound finally began to heal. Only then did Long Chen look at Kun Tu and say, "
Of course, I also possess this kind of power."
"Hahaha... Kuntu
laughed loudly at the sky, as if he'd heard the biggest joke in the world: "You own it too?" Even humble humans can possess powers that defy the heavens?
The dragon blood on you isn't the blood of the ancestral dragon at all. How can you talk about defying heaven's power? Are you trying to laugh me to death? "
Long Chen shook his head and said, "My heaven-defying power does not come from the true dragon's essence blood, but from ... It comes from myself. "
Clang!"
Suddenly, Long Chen drew his long blade, the Minghong Blade roared and exploded, and Kuangdo's will soared skyward, slashing down with a single strike.
With a loud explosion, the long blade collided with Kuntu's sharp claws. Two invisible and tangible wills collided, and a pillar of light shot up into the sky, piercing through the sky. Under their will, the stars trembled continuously.
At that moment, the winds and clouds changed, eternity shattered, and various strange phenomena descended upon heaven and earth. Endless Great Dao runes shattered, as if the apocalypse had arrived.
When their wills erupted, the surrounding experts all turned pale and retreated one after another. Their souls trembled, their whole bodies trembling—a fear that came from the depths of their souls.
The Heavenly Dao is revered and dared not defy by all, and those who defy Heaven are beings who stand above the Heavenly Dao. Such people possess terrifying spiritual power.
Although this power won't inflict real harm on them, it can erode their confidence and make them afraid to oppose it.
"Rumble rumble rumble... The
sky trembled, myriad paths roared, Long Chen and Kuntu locked eyes, their eyes seeming to spark. Both powerhouses possessing heaven-defying power were unleashing their full spiritual power, trying to crush the other's will.
"Do humans also have ambitions against the heavens?" Don't be ridiculous—you humans are the most lowly of all races.
You have struggled at the bottom of the myriad races for countless years, been enslaved for countless years. Your servile nature has long been deeply imprinted in your souls. You are only fit to be humble slaves. "A fighting spirit surged in Kuntu's eyes, his killing intent undiminished.
"The cycle of heaven and earth means no one will remain forever lowly, nor will anyone remain forever noble.
Do you think your Kunpeng clan can claim the altar of invincibility and shine forever?
If you were really that formidable, you wouldn't have knelt before the dragon clan for mercy, barely clinging to life. Long Chen sneered.
As soon as Long Chen mentioned the Kunpeng clan submitting to the dragon clan, Kuntu's eyes instantly turned blood-red, filled with boundless murderous intent erupting like a volcano.
"Boom!"
With a thunderous explosion, the space behind Kuntu exploded. A massive phantom rapidly spread, so vast it was boundless, covering the sky and making it impossible to see what it was.
At the same time, a terrifying surge of wild energy radiated out. The powerful figures present grunted, then were blasted backward by a violent force, flying tens of thousands of miles away before barely stabilizing themselves.
After retreating tens of thousands of miles, people barely saw the phantom behind Kuntu as a gigantic fish-shaped creature. Its aura sent chills down one's spine, especially its eyes in the darkness, which made one dare not look directly, as if a single glance would draw one's soul in.
"It's Zu Kun!"
someone exclaimed. People in the Immortal Realm had seen Peng, but no one had ever seen Kun, because Kun was a creature from the mortal realm, and the Immortal Realm could not see it.
Only after ascending from the mortal realm does Kun appear in the form of a roc. So in the Immortal Realm, there are countless Peng clans, but no one has ever seen Kun, let alone the legendary ancestor Kun, who endured countless tribulations step by step.
As soon as the Ancestral Kun's phenomenon appeared, the entire world began to deform, space started to twist, as if this world couldn't contain it. The Blood Sea of the Milky Way started to collapse, and the calm surface of the sea was covered in earth-shattering waves. At the same time, something seemed to be surging within the blood sea.
"Such a terrifying aura."
Seeing the strange phenomenon behind Kuntu, Long Chen was shocked. It was the first time he had witnessed such a terrifying power—even those at the Divine Sovereign level did not have such a terrifying aura.
When Kuntu revealed his vision, the divine ring behind Long Chen automatically rose, his six-star battle body activated, and endless purple energy swirled within the star sea. Facing Kuntu, Long Chen dared not be careless and unleashed all his firepower.
"A humble human race, the great Kunpeng clan—are you really someone you can speak recklessly about? Go to hell! Long Chen mentioned twice the Kunpeng clan's submission to the dragon clan, a history the clan least wanted to admit. Kunpeng's murderous intent soared, and he struck down with a claw aimed at Long Chen.
The moment he made his move, the Ancestor Kun in the vision behind him suddenly trembled, and water-like ripples surged into Kuntu's arm.
"Crack"—
the void was pierced through, and on Kuntu's sharp claws appeared a strange fish pattern—it was Zu Kun's totem.
"Buzz"—
Countless stars swirled in the sky, one after another lighting up. The moment they lit up, the Minghong Blade in Long Chen's hand also lit up with stars.
"Drawing Stars into the Body, Third Form of Heaven Opening!"
Long Chen shouted sharply, gripping his blades with all his might. A purple star river descended, heading straight for Kuntu's giant claw to meet it.