"That Long Aotian is too strong. Do we really not need to back the boss?" Xia Chen hesitated.
Seven-Colored Supreme Blood and Ancient Purple Blood, Long Aotian was now as strong as a monster, and he was a bit worried about Long Chen.
"Don't worry unnecessarily. Long Chen's strength is absolutely beyond your imagination. Besides, the fight between him and Long Aotian is a battle of destiny—it's not convenient for us to get involved.
With Long Chen's pride, he absolutely won't allow us to help, so let's just do what we need to do! Mo Nian said.
He knew Long Chen very well. Although he hadn't spent as much time with Long Chen as Guo Ran or Xia Chen, as a master, he could sense Long Chen's terror. So, no matter how terrifying Long Aotian was, he wasn't worried about Long Chen.
Mo Nian led the group to continue exploring the coffins. After their first successful experience, they cooperated with each other, making everything easy and effortless.
What shocked them was that inside each coffin was a terrifying living being. These beings' bodies were intact; although their souls were dead, their bodies were lifelike, exuding a terrifying pressure that made people afraid to approach.
Guo Ran was in charge of keeping watch, while Xia Chen collected the chaotic energy. Whatever chaotic energy could be gathered, he tried to take with him. After all, once taken out, these things were priceless treasures.
After all, it wasn't yet time for the chaotic energy to erupt. If he wanted to absorb it, it would be too late to do so then.
Moreover, if too much chaotic energy is absorbed, once the Heavenly Dao King Crown begins to manifest, one cannot fight anymore and must find a quiet place to seclude until it fully forms. Otherwise, if the best opportunity is missed, one will never be able to condense the Heavenly Dao King Crown in this lifetime.
Therefore, no one dared to absorb too much chaotic energy, especially Guo Ran, who didn't dare move at all, afraid that at the critical point he would have to enter seclusion to condense Wang Mian. Now was not the right time.
Xia Chen absorbed most of the chaotic energy into the talisman, leaving only a small amount of chaotic energy, which everyone absorbed directly with their bodies.
Mo Nian fully demonstrated what professionalism and dedication meant. He had scavenged everything inside the coffin thoroughly, even removing the hair and scales of some living beings.
Not to mention, the weapons, armor, and other treasures of these beings were carefully crafted by Mo Nian; except for some he could use, he gave the rest to Xia Chen.
In his words, if he took it in, that shameless and smoking master next time would also be siphoned off. As the saying goes, 'Fat water doesn't flow to outsiders'—he might as well just give it all to Xia Chen.
After all, the Dragon Blood Legion had just reunited and needed some treasures to arm the legion. Xia Chen was full of admiration for Mo Nian.
You have to understand, these creatures' weapons alone can scare people to death just by their aura. These are definitely beings above the divine artifacts of the realm, yet Mo Nian didn't even blink—he gave them all away. Such generosity was truly impressive.
Unfortunately, these terrifying artifacts had lost their spirit spirits. Countless runes rane on them, but they were dull and dull. Without spirit artifacts, these runes could not be activated and their power could not be unleashed.
But this was no problem for Xia Chen. In the future, they could cultivate new artifact spirits and inject them into these divine artifacts. At that point, these terrifying artifacts could see the light again.
Weapons could be taken, but Mo Nianqu dared not touch these corpses. He had a gut feeling that these beings weren't truly dead—they were just asleep, ready to wake up at any moment.
After exploring more than a dozen coffins in succession, the beings they encountered all came from different races, not a single one was the same.
The more they searched, the more terrified they became. These beings were terrifying beyond measure; getting close to them made one's soul ache. If they were alive, just how powerful must they be?
Yet such powerful beings were all killed, each bearing fatal wounds. The wounds were shocking, as if telling the story of the terrifying battles they had endured.
"Boom boom boom..."
While Mo Nian and the others were secretly exploring, the battle between Long Chen and Long Aotian grew increasingly intense, reaching a fever pitch. Both were stained with blood.
Long Chen used powerful and heavy moves, each move giving his full strength without holding back. Long Aotian also exerted himself with full force, punches and claws flying back, each strike shattering heaven and earth. Both began to suffer injuries.
From the beginning until now, the two had been locked in a fierce battle for three hours, but now, with such a storm-like attack, they showed no signs of pause. Their moves grew ever more ruthless and fierce.
"Boom!"
"Sss
!" A punch landed squarely on Long Aotian's chest. His chest collapsed, the sound of bones cracking, and Long Aotian spat out a mouthful of blood.
Long Aotian's sharp claws also gripped Long Chen's arm, forcibly leaving five blood grooves, wounds visible to the bone.
The two exchanged another move, both injured, but neither blinked and charged at each other again.
"My power of light is endless. No matter how many times I get hurt, I can heal. How much longer can you hold on?"
Long Aotian fought fiercely while shouting loudly. His sunken chest slowly puffed up, and after a few breaths, it returned to its original state. The power of recovery was astonishing.
"Better care about yourself. If you have any last words to leave behind, think it through first." Long Chen snorted coldly.
Previously, he had fought Yin Changsheng over the Fusang Ancient Tree. He had seized the tree's crown, and atop it, millions of corpses were thrown into the black soil.
In the current chaotic space, chaotic energy is thick and life force is boundless. The injuries on Long Chen's body are nothing but a relief he can fully recover.
Everyone else was stunned. Not only were their strength terrifying, but their recovery speed was also monstrous, almost immortal.
"Long Chen, you idiot, you're still so arrogant, facing death without realizing it. My trump card is ...."
"Smack."
Just as Long Aotian was speaking and fighting fiercely, Long Chen's unpredictable slap landed on his face. Long Aotian couldn't finish his sentence, Long Chen sent him flying with a single slap.
Long Chen's slap sent Long Aotian flying, his face full of disdain:
"You're the fool. Even if you stole my spirit blood, root, and bones, so what? How much can you really perform?
You want to defeat me at my strongest, but in reality, your strength and speed aren't as good as mine, your close-combat reflexes aren't as good as mine, and my combat experience is far ahead of you.
Besides bragging and boasting, I really don't know what makes you better than me. A worm is a worm—even if you steal someone else's talent, you'll never become a dragon in your lifetime.
Your parents are shameless thieves. As the saying goes, 'dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes,' and the sons of mice dig holes; Cats give birth to cats, dogs give birth to dogs, and the thief's son has three hands.
Your whole family is a bunch of petty thieves, only able to do shady deeds in the shadows.
Remember, the strong are strong, never coveting others' talents. As for you, you're just a clown. Even if you dress a monkey in a dragon robe, you absolutely can't pretend to be emperor. Long
Chen's words were like poisoned arrows stabbing deep into Long Aotian's soul, stabbing at the weakest part of his heart.
"Nonsense! I'm not playing with you anymore, go to hell."
In that instant, Long Aotian's face twisted. Suddenly, with a wave of his hand, a five-colored banner appeared in his hand.
Long Aotian summoned his weapon. As soon as it was unleashed, divine power surged, radiant light stretched for miles, and a violent pressure swept across the heavens.