Long Chen and Minglong Amaterasu collided fiercely. This was a world-shaking collision, more intense than any before.
"Boom!"
Another loud explosion followed, this time even more terrifying than before, and the entire world twisted.
The stars of the myriad heavens and the vortex of the Heavenly Dao turned into chaos. Everyone lost their vision. Everyone present was a strong warrior. They knew Long Chen and the Nether Dragon Amaterasu were about to face off in the final showdown.
After countless tests, the two found they couldn't defeat the other with skill or combat experience, and both lost patience, deciding they would just fight for their strongest strength.
This is a contest with no technical content, no shortcuts, and it all depends on who is stronger.
"Boom!"
Another earth-shattering explosion rang out, and among the endless Dao rune fragments, a figure was sent flying backward from the center of the battlefield.
"It's Minglong Amaterasu." Someone exclaimed, recognizing the figure.
"Nether Dragon Amaterasu can't defeat Long Chen?" People couldn't believe it.
"Buzz!"
At that moment, Long Chen charged out from the core of the battlefield, chasing after the Nether Dragon Amaterasu. Clearly, in the third duel, Nether Dragon Amaterasu was blasted away by Long Chen, proving that in terms of absolute strength, he was slightly inferior.
Seeing this result, everyone was stunned. Although everyone knew the two would definitely win today, most believed that Amaterasu would win.
But now, Minglong Tianzhao had lost. Even after using the power of Destiny, he was still pushed back, which meant that, in terms of absolute strength, he was no match for Long Chen.
Seeing Long Chen charging at the Nether Dragon Amaterasu, the Dragon Blood Legion erupted in thunderous cheers. With absolute power and Long Chen victorious, Long Chen would surely win this battle. Their leader would always be invincible.
"Not good!"
Suddenly, Ye Ling cried out in alarm.
"Pfft"—
just as people thought Long Chen would not give Minglong Amitharu a chance and would keep him in check, until Minglong Amithao was completely defeated, a sudden change occurred, blood splattering everywhere.
Long Chen, who had been rushing at Nether Dragon Amitasura, suddenly retreated rapidly, golden blood splattering across the sky.
When Long Chen retreated, a large gash over a foot long appeared on his chest, the wound exposing the bone.
Looking at Minglong Amaterasu, he found a strangely shaped spear in his hand, its spearhead enormous and occupying half its length.
On the pitch-black spear, endless dragon patterns flickered. As soon as it appeared, its fierce aura radiated outward, causing the temperature of heaven and earth to drop sharply in an instant, making the entire world chilling to the bone.
This is a terrifying divine weapon, like a bloodthirsty beast, possessing an endless desire to kill, striking fear into one's heart.
"If you react even a moment too slowly, you'll be cut in two." Minglong Amaterasu held a spear, his eyes filled with chilling murderous intent.
He was furious, truly furious. He had fought all his life, countless times breaking free from the Dark Dragon clan's guard, and undertaken real life-and-death trials alone.
It can be said that most of everything he has now owes to his desperate efforts. That's why the Minglong clan values him more among the two brothers—because he is a true powerhouse, not a sheltered flower raised under the family's protection.
Throughout his life, he had never lost—whether it was a battle above his level, a relay battle, or any adversity, he had never lost.
But today, he lost three times in a row. In his first battle in the field, he lost; The second time he competed in divine powers, he lost; The third time, with no restrictions, a contest of absolute strength, he still lost.
For him, this was a merciless blow. He couldn't accept it. Just now, if he hadn't used the divine weapons of the Nether Dragon clan, Long Chen wouldn't have given him any chance. Under a fierce storm of assault, he would have died without a doubt.
While others were bare-handed, he had to rely on the power of his ancestral divine weapon to fight for a chance to survive. For someone as proud as him, this was an unacceptable humiliation.
"What kind of weapon is that?" Guo Ran exclaimed in shock. The fierce aura of this weapon was terrifying—definitely not an ordinary weapon.
"That's a sacred weapon. After fusing with a sacred soul, it can trigger a Saint-level strike. In this state, Long Chen is bound to lose. Let him escape quickly!" Ye Ling looked at the divine weapon, a look of shock flashing in her eyes.
A sacred weapon, as the name suggests, is the exclusive divine weapon of a saint, and only the power of a saint can wield it.
Moreover, the sacred weapon in Minglong Tianzhao's hand was a divine weapon fused with a sacred soul. Even if Minglong Tianzhao was not a Saint, as long as the Sacred Soul within the weapon contained it, he could still unleash a full-force strike from the Sacred Weapon. That was almost equivalent to a Saint's strike; no matter how strong Long Chen was, he would be killed in one strike.
She knew Long Chen was a peerless powerhouse and his pride. She couldn't just force him to retreat, so she wanted to use everyone to pass the message to him, letting him know this was an unfair battle. Even if he escaped, it wouldn't affect his reputation.
"Die!" You damned human ant, what right do you have to compare yourself to me! Minglong
Amaterasu roared, his face twisted, his eyes filled with furious murderous intent. Unable to accept his defeat, he fell into madness.
"Nether Dragon Heavenly Fury!"
Nether Dragon Amaterasu roared, raising his spear and slashing fiercely at Long Chen. At the moment his spear struck, a black dragon phantom appeared behind him.
As soon as the phantom appeared, it was sucked into the spear. Immediately after, a roar from ancient times echoed. The dragon patterns on the spear seemed to come alive, and the entire spear radiated a bloodthirsty, ferocious aura as it slashed fiercely.
At that moment, heaven and earth fell silent. It seemed as if only this spear existed in the entire world. It was the supreme existence in this world. The powerful beings present were shocked to find themselves unable to move, not even able to think.
Although they didn't know what level of weapon this was, they knew that no one could withstand this strike.
When Minglong Tianzhu summoned the sacred spear, the ancestor of the Minglong clan couldn't help but sigh. He hadn't expected things to escalate to this point.
Long Chen was too strong. Although he was somewhat reluctant, he still had no choice but to let Minglong Tianzhao kill him. He would rather give up Long Chen's secrets than maintain Minglong Tianzhao's sharpness. If he couldn't kill Long Chen on the spot, Minglong Tianzhao's pride would be crushed, and he might never recover.
"Everyone saw it—he was the one who started the weapon, so I won't hold back."
Facing the terrifying sacred spear, Long Chen showed no fear; instead, he was filled with excitement. Then, to the shock of countless people, Long Chen summoned a bronze cauldron.
Then people saw the sacred weapon spear slash fiercely into the bronze cauldron.
With a loud bang, the invincible sacred weapon shattered with a thunderous crash to everyone's astonishment.