This strike split ten thousand paths and severed the sky. This strike not only carried all the power of his dragon blood, but also contained endless grief and pain in his heart.
Xia Guhong, what a hero? But she couldn't withstand the schemes and schemes, her lover died tragically, and she spent her life lonely, never able to escape that whirlpool.
Xing Wujiang, full of heroic spirit and a hero among men, carried the mission of reviving the family, yet still met a tragic end, dying with endless attachments and regrets.
Five great emperors, gifted and stunning through the ages, still failed to fulfill their wishes. The old man and Qu Jianying, two resentful couples who had loved and hated each other for life, finally understood the true meaning of love—only to die in battle and die for love.
Ling Yunzi, Hu Feng, and those fallen Dragonblood warriors, along with countless unsung heroes—their names were never even left behind before being buried by history.
They may be humble, may be ordinary, but in the eyes of their families, they are pillars of the sky, the heroes in their hearts. Yet, what they can leave their loved ones is endless pain and sorrow. Why does this world need war?
"Why?"
Long Chen's face twisted with rage, gritting his teeth, blood seeping from between his teeth. Why are beautiful things always destroyed by ugly and filthy things?
Long Chen slashed down with a single strike, shattering heaven and earth, stripping away all paths, dividing heaven and earth, and separating yin and yang.
"Click."
A faint sound came from inside Long Chen's body, as if something had been snapped. But at this moment, Long Chen was consumed by rage. He felt nothing; all he had in his heart was endless killing.
"Boom!"
The Heavenly Blade slashed down on the galaxy, and the defenses formed by hundreds of Heavenly Saints exploded with a thunderous crash. Under the blade, no matter what level of beings they had, they were shattered into dust.
The experts on either side of the blade were shaken so hard that blood spurted wildly, their bodies cracked, nearly shattered.
Nearly half of the hundreds of experts were wiped out in an instant, while the remaining were all severely wounded, some even unable to move and unable to fight.
"Kill!"
Long Chen roared, his voice hoarse. Holding the Dragon Bone Evil Moon, he charged into the crowd and slashed down. Heavenly Saints fell in waves, now transformed into demons, frantically harvesting their lives.
Meanwhile, on the other side, a thousand phoenixes swirled around Huo Ling'er, wielding the Flame Dragon Bone Whip in her hand, making the Heavenly Saint experts cry out in despair.
These usually lofty Heavenly Saint powerhouses never imagined that one day they would become targets of slaughter. Their primal fear and longing for life drove them to roar and wail in unwillingness.
Some even cried and begged for mercy, but Long Chen had already gone berserk, unable to hear a single sound. In his mind, there was only one word: "kill."
As for Huo Ling'er, she paid them no mind. Apart from Long Chen, she had almost no feelings for anyone else and showed no mercy because of their wails.
Hundreds of powerful warriors were instantly killed down to just a few dozen, but these Heavenly Saint experts scattered and fled, starting to slow down their fight.
"Long Chen, save me!"
Just as Long Chen was slaughtering wildly, unleashing his fury, Mo Nian's cry for help came from afar. Long Chen hurriedly looked toward the sound.
Mo Nian was sprinting toward him in a sorry state, and behind him followed a figure. His hair was disheveled, covered in blood, with several areas of flesh and blood exposed, bone-revealing wounds.
The newcomer held a flaming longsword, and within the vision behind him, a statue of the Great Brahma Heaven appeared faintly—it was none other than the Deputy Hall Master of the Fire God Hall.
At this moment, he was filled with murderous intent. The wounds on his body bore claw marks, bite marks, and even a handprint on his face, all covered by his loose hair.
It turned out that Mo Nian had used the secret techniques of Wuliang Palace to fuse the Imperial Dao runes, temporarily gaining the power of the Imperial Dao and killing the Deputy Hall Master of the Fire God Hall, who could only defend and was unable to fight back.
What infuriated the Vice Hall Master of the Fire God Hall the most was that Mo Nian's offensive moves were nothing short of shameless—grabbing, biting, scratching, kicking groin—all sorts of tricks coming out endlessly. These seemingly low-level moves actually caused him to suffer a huge loss, and in his panic, Mo Nian even slapped him hard, driving him crazy.
In fact, this wasn't Mo Nian's fault. Mo Nian wasn't good at close combat, and having spent years underground, mostly dealing with various mechanical ancient corpses, he had little experience fighting people.
Mo Nian knew Long Chen was the king of close combat, virtually invincible, so he secretly learned many techniques from him and improved them according to his own characteristics. It can be said that Mo Nian's melee strength was not weak.
But he was facing the Vice Hall Master of the Fire God Hall, whose strength was too great, forcing him to resort to some sneaky moves. That's why, after forcing the Vice Hall Master away from the battlefield and out of sight, he only began a bloody battle—mainly out of fear of losing face.
After all, Mo Nian cared a lot about his reputation; otherwise, he wouldn't have made so many flashy doggerel poems and flashy movements.
Mo Nian's shameless divine move caused the Vice Hall Master of the Fire God Hall to suffer repeated losses, driving him mad. But the fact that the Vice Hall Master could hold that position showed he was someone who knew how to endure and endure.
This guy had always been steady and steady, suppressing his anger and letting Mo Nian use his power, but he didn't rush for credit or rush into Mo Nian's trap.
Mo Nian had even deliberately shown flaws many times, trying to lure the Deputy Hall Master of the Fire God Temple into a mutual destruction, but he refused to fall for it.
Long Chen fought while provoking him, but the Deputy Hall Master of the Fire God Hall remained silent. No matter how Mo Nian humiliated or mocked him, he remained unchanged.
He was waiting for an opportunity: the power of the Imperial Dao runes would begin to wane. Once the imperial Dao power began to wane, it would be the time for Mo Nian's death.
Mo Nian used every trick in his body, but still couldn't truly seriously injure the Vice Hall Master of the Fire God Hall. Seeing the power of the imperial runes about to fade, he had no choice but to run back and join up with Long Chen.
After Mo Nian returned, he saw the masked man had disappeared, but the air still carried the aura of the Child of Destiny. He knew the masked man had already been taken down by Long Chen. Seeing the battlefield littered with corpses and the scattered Heavenly Saint experts crying for their parents, Mo Nian was overjoyed. Long Chen had never let him down.
Long Chen immediately spotted the Vice Hall Master of the Fire God Hall behind Mo Nian. His killing intent surged once more, and he charged toward Mo Nian, carrying the Dragonbone Evil Moon.
"Bang bang bang... Long
Chen stepped on the void, charging faster and faster. His momentum and speed surged wildly, and the seven Heaven-Opening Runes of the Dragonbone Evil Moon on his shoulder also lit up rapidly, quickly condensing together.
Now, the Dragonbone Evil Moon had devoured the blood souls of so many Heavenly Saint experts. Its own power was rapidly awakening, no longer relying solely on Long Chen's strength for passive exertion. It could now actively assist Long Chen, with seven runes connecting almost instantly.
"Buzz!"
The Dragonbone Evil Moon shot skyward, slashing down with a single strike. The strongest seven-form fusion was unleashed, with all the dragon blood power penetrating the Dragonbone Evil Moon. Before the blade arrived, the terrifying killing intent had already locked onto the Vice Hall Master of the Fire God Hall.