"What?"
Everyone shouted, and the powerful members of the Nether Dragon clan were so shocked their eyes nearly popped out.
The leader of the Underworld Dragon clan was completely stunned, hardly able to believe his eyes.
The spear in Minglong Tianzhao's hand was an ancestral treasure of the Minglong clan, fused with the sacred soul of an ancestor, possessing boundless power.
This was also why he had never worried that Minglong Amaterasu would die at Long Chen's hands. He was full of confidence in this battle.
But now, the sacred weapon struck the bronze cauldron and shattered instantly, turning to nothingness. Everyone was stunned.
"Could it be that ..."
"The rumors are true?"
"Long Chen really has the Chaos Divine Artifact, the Qiankun Cauldron?"
Looking at the bronze cauldron, no one could believe their eyes. Although Long Chen once claimed to have the Qiankun Cauldron and had even held an auction,
Later, everyone realized it was a scam, and Long Chen was labeled a great fraud.
Although later Long Chen also said that the Qiankun Cauldron was really in his hands, and if anyone was willing to offer a reasonable price, he could come and negotiate anytime.
But Longteng Trading Company's huge loss became widely known—who would foolishly risk being a second pawn?
Besides, which fool would get the Qiankun Cauldron and announce such a big event? Isn't this just crazy?
Although the Nether Dragon Clan had heard about the Qiankun Cauldron, they, like everyone else, believed it was nothing but a scam.
But now, the sacred weapon of the Nether Dragon Clan had struck the bronze cauldron, shattering it instantly. Yet the cauldron didn't even leave a single trace of hair behind. At that moment, everyone was stunned.
"Is that really the Qiankun Cauldron?"
People stared at the bronze cauldron, their hearts pounding wildly. If it weren't for it, how could it shatter such a terrifying divine weapon while they themselves remained completely unharmed?
"Boom!"
Just as everyone was shocked by the Qiankun Cauldron, Long Chen charged at the stunned Nether Dragon Tianzhao like a bolt of lightning, kicking him in the chest.
Minglong Amaterasu reacted swiftly, dodging sideways while stepping on the void and retreating sharply to avoid Long Chen's upcoming combo.
"Whoosh"
But just as he dodged, Long Chen's figure flickered, and the kick actually retracted. Minglong Tianzhao immediately sensed trouble—this move was actually a feint.
At that moment, he rapidly retreated. When he saw a figure appear, his mind went blank—Long Chen actually anticipated his move and was waiting for him along his retreat path.
"Boom!"
Long Chen threw a punch, aiming straight for Minglong Amaterasu. Because Minglong Amaterasu retreated fiercely, it effectively collided his back against Long Chen's fist. A loud explosion mixed with the sound of bones cracking.
"Pfft!"
Minglong Amaterasu spat out a mouthful of blood, his spine shattered by Long Chen's punch, nearly splitting him in two.
"Boom!"
The Nether Dragon Amaterasu was shattered in the spine by Long Chen's punch, transforming into a Dark Dragon stretching thousands of miles. Half of his body was immobilized, the massive dragon head spun sharply, its mouth opened wide, and a black orb of light shot toward Long Chen.
"Buzz"
Long Chen neither dodged nor evaded. With a wave of his large hand, he actually grabbed the orb and sneered, "
You already have no dragon blood power left, yet you still use dragon clan divine abilities. Are you out of your limits?"
"Whoosh!"
Long Chen pushed his large hand hard, and the black orb was forcibly sent flying like a meteor, directly pouring into Minglong Tianzhao's mouth.
With a loud explosion, the black orb exploded in Minglong Tianzhao's mouth, and Minglong Tianzhao let out a miserable scream.
It turned out that when he had previously fought Long Chen against the Dragon Clan's divine powers, the power of dragon blood was nearly exhausted, which was why he used the power of Destiny.
Now, his dragon blood power had not recovered, and not only had the power of his dragon divine abilities greatly diminished, but he had also slipped out of his control. In front of Long Chen, the orb of light would have exploded instantly.
But when Long Chen grabbed the orb, he immediately erased the faint soul power attached to it, infused it with his own soul power, and pushed it into Minglong Amaterasu's mouth to detonate. This was a classic case of using the same method to counteract the enemy.
Injured by his own attack, Minglong Amaterasu suffered immense pain. The pain came not only from physical harm but also from mental humiliation.
"Buzz!"
The wings of the Kunpeng behind Long Chen trembled like lightning rushing toward the Nether Dragon Amaterasu. Suddenly, Long Chen sensed danger and, without time to think, the wings of the Kunpeng trembled and instantly changed direction.
"Ssshhh"
At that moment, a divine light pierced through the void. If Long Chen had charged straight at him, he would have been hit by that divine light.
"Shameless. You couldn't say you could make a move, but in the end, you did. Is this the great Nether Dragon Clan?" Hahaha, that's really great. Long Chen sneered.
Sure enough, at the critical moment, the leader of the Minglong clan finally made his move. There was nothing he could do—he couldn't just watch his son be killed.
Previously, he hadn't made a move, thinking Minglong Amaterasu still had a chance, but now, after being hit repeatedly hard, he was completely unable to fight back, so he had no choice but to act.
Long Chen's words pierced his ears like poisoned arrows, especially the words "great," which sounded so piercing—it was no different from slapping him.
Previously, when the Minglong clan made a high-profile appearance, Long Chen repeatedly asked if they had hit the younger ones and kept the old ones going. At that time, the Minglong clan's answer was quite resounding.
Now, he had been thoroughly proven wrong, and with a loud blow, but there was no helping it. Compared to the fate of Amaterasu of the Nether Dragon, the reputation of the Nether Dragon clan was more important.
"Damn humans, you've humiliated my Nether Dragon clan several times. Do you really think I can't kill you?" The Minglong clan chief shouted angrily, decisively going all the way and charging forward in a flash.
The Minglong clan chief personally intervened, which shocked all the powerful figures present. The Minglong clan had stepped in to save Minglong Tianzhao, which was understandable.
But the clan leader of the Minglong clan, each a dignified Saint-level expert, a powerful figure of the era, facing a mere Realm King kid like Long Chen is simply shameless. Is the Minglong clan truly shameless?
"I knew your Minglong clan was no good. A bunch of traitors don't keep their word."
Although Long Chen knew the Nether Dragon clan was no ordinary person, he thought at most they would save Nether Dragon Amaterasu and wouldn't attack him.
Even if the Minglong clan wanted to kill him, they wouldn't do so so blatantly. Otherwise, how could the Minglong clan survive in the future?
It seemed Long Chen had underestimated the shamelessness of the Minglong clan. The clan leader of the Minglong clan didn't even need to hide his shamelessness and was about to strike and kill him.
Facing a powerful Saint, not only had he struggled for so long and had little strength left, even at his peak, he wouldn't dare to confront a Saint head-on. Long Chen gritted his teeth, preparing to escape and settle the score with them later.
"Buzz!"
At that moment, holy light appeared in the void, a jade hand pressed down, and a white shield stood before the Minglong clan chief.
"Chief Ye Ling?"
When he saw that figure, Long Chen was both surprised and delighted.