Chapter 6137 Painting Sect’s Expert
BOOM!
A distance of ten steps might as well not be there when it came to Long Chen’s divine slapping art.
As his palm struck, a strange rune flared on the elder’s face, but it shattered under the impact.
The elder was sent spinning through the air, slamming into the astral barrier and bouncing back. The surrounding Sovereign Lords were visibly shaken.
“How odd,” Long Chen muttered.
He was certain the elder hadn’t had time to react. His attack had been too fast.
However, Long Chen had sensed the aura from the scroll on the elder’s back. Most likely, it had instinctively protected its master.
When the elder bounced back, he wasn’t seriously injured. But a deep red palm print burned across his face.
The elder’s once-composed expression twisted into a snarl.
“You damn brat, I’ll tear you apart inch by inch!”
BOOM!
The elder’s three Sovereign bodies appeared. Compared to the others, they were vastly stronger—each one exuding heavy, suffocating might that descended on Long Chen like mountains and seas.
Suddenly, the scroll on his back shot into the air and unfurled. It revealed a massive painting filled with ferocious beasts.
“They were drawn with essence blood!” someone exclaimed.
Long Chen’s heart shook. An oppressive spiritual pressure surged from the scroll, striking his soul like a hammer.
In an instant, Long Chen’s body stiffened, and his vision blurred.
“Hmph. Brat, you overestimated yourself,” sneered the elder. “Before my Hundred Beast Diagram, you are just an ant. Be suppressed!”
Seeing Long Chen caught in the illusion, the elder reached for his throat with a cold grin.
That scroll wasn’t just a painting—it was a formation. Each of the hundred beasts was inscribed with his core essence blood. Thus, the painting possessed extremely rare spiritual attacks. The moment the scroll activated, it dragged its victim into a spiritual illusion.
Such an attack was practically flawless, so he was confident in being able to capture Long Chen.
“It’s over.”
The Zither Sect’s woman shook her head with disappointment. Long Chen was far weaker than she had expected.
But then, the elder with the sword on his back shouted, “Watch out!”
Just as the elder’s hand was about to touch Long Chen’s throat, a sharp blade stabbed toward his abdomen.
“What?!”
The elder was stunned. One step more and he could’ve grabbed Long Chen’s throat. And once he did, Long Chen wouldn’t be able to move a muscle.
He clenched his jaw and pushed forward, trying to finish this fight. Divine light concentrated in front of his body.
But he was too late.
The blade pierced his defensive light like it was paper. Countless sharp tendrils wriggled through his insides like parasitic snakes.
Long Chen turned his head ever so slightly. The elder’s hand grazed his neck, leaving a few bloody claw marks.
Their eyes met. The elder instantly realized—he had been tricked.
Long Chen had faked being caught in the scroll’s illusion to lure the elder in. Not only that, Long Chen had masked the aura of his divine weapon until the last second, ensuring the elder sensed no danger.
Every move, every reaction, had been carefully calculated. Long Chen knew the elder’s pride and unwillingness to back down would make him gamble… and lose.
“Little brat!” the elder formed hand seals in a panic.
“Explode!” Long Chen shouted.
Evilmoon exploded into black petals, tearing out of the elder’s body like shrapnel from within. In an instant, the elder became a human sieve.
“Die.”
Long Chen pressed a finger to the elder’s head. A bolt of black lightning drilled through it, carrying the power of heavenly punishment.
The next moment, the elder’s eyes bulged. His three Sovereign bodies crumbled.
He was dead.
“Brat, die!”
Another elder charged—the one with the sword on his back.
As the blade left its sheath, Long Chen felt like an invisible blade was slicing his soul slowly.
This elder was a terrifying sword cultivator, but his sword will was different from that of the High Heaven Sword God’s line. It could directly attack his opponent’s soul.
Fortunately, Long Chen’s Spiritual Strength was vast, and he could endure this attack.
Long Chen raised a hand, and dozens of shields formed—each one made of razor-sharp petals.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The sword will sliced through the shields one by one. Long Chen didn’t dare take the hit directly.
After ten layers of shields shattered, the sword will finally dispersed.
As for Evilmoon, it wasn’t injured at all.
Just then, the sound of a zither rang out.
The next moment, heaven and earth twisted, and the world flipped on its head.
Long Chen’s expression changed.
The nine heavens suddenly dimmed, as if cloaked in black clouds. The astral river above was severed by an invisible force. Long Chen could no longer absorb astral energy from the heavens, and even his Life Gate started to flicker.
“Foolish brat, my Zither Sect’s Zenith Star Covering Art is your bane,” sneered the woman from the Zither Sect. “With this song, I block the astral energy of the heavens. Without it, what can you use to fight us?”
As she spoke, she attacked Long Chen from behind.
The Zenith Star Covering Art.
Long Chen’s heart shook. When he had first heard this name, he had felt something off. Now, his suspicions came true.
The stars around Long Chen dimmed, and his aura fell. At this moment, the sword cultivator elder crossed the gap between them, swinging his sword right at Long Chen.
Long Chen grunted and brought his hands together, clapping the sword between his palms. Astral energy exploded.
The elder froze in disbelief. No one had ever dared to catch his sword barehanded. However, he hadn’t put his full force behind this attack. After all, their goal was to capture Long Chen alive.
But then, the elder smirked, “So your manifestation has been sealed. Let’s see how much astral energy you’ve got left.”
His sword quivered violently as he poured in more power.
Long Chen could only draw on the astral energy stored in his dantian now, and that wouldn’t last long.
Still, he didn’t panic. He could already sense the Zither Sect’s woman had slipped behind him, preparing her final blow.
Just as she struck—
BOOM!
A burst of blinding astral light erupted from Long Chen’s palms like an exploding sun.
Startled, the sword cultivator thought Long Chen was launching another trick attack. He roared and released his full power.
“AH!”
A scream rang out, but it wasn’t Long Chen’s. It came from the Zither Sect woman.
The sword cultivator’s expression twisted in horror.
“Did he…?”
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