Chapter 6162 - Divine Seedling Among the Imperial Seedlings

The massive sound blade formed a translucent crescent knife, sweeping across the sky and cutting down with astonishing power, leaving many in shock. "The divine technique of the Qin Sect is terrifying." Boom! However, this sound blade imbued with divine power suddenly halted in front of Long Chen, caught by a large hand covered in starlight. "What?" Such a terrifying strike was caught barehanded by Long Chen? Wei Wuqing's face changed. This strike contained divine power, something even a third-tier Emperor wouldn't dare underestimate. Yet Long Chen had casually caught it, nullifying his proud technique. "A bunch of pretentious bastards, hypocrites with false dignity, beasts who trample on lives..." Long Chen's eyes were cold. Perhaps due to Ziyan, his initial impression of the Qin Sect wasn't bad. But after interacting with them, Long Chen discovered that, apart from Liao Yuhuang, there were hardly any decent people in the Qin Sect. Now, learning about the Tianmo Qin's situation from the Qiankun Cauldron, knowing Ziyan was being hunted by the Qin Sect, and seeing them harm the Shi Mo Clan, if he had arrived a moment later, the unbearable consequences... Long Chen's eyes turned icy cold. "...all of you deserve to die." Long Chen's sword-like eyebrows furrowed as starlight erupted from his fingers. "Boom" With a loud explosion, the sound blade was crushed, and amidst the divine brilliance, Long Chen's figure vanished. "Not good!" Wei Wuqing was shocked. The ancient zither in his hand trembled, the ancestral shadow behind him twisted, and the entire zither emitted a radiant light, forming a giant shield around him. Wei Wuqing lost sight of his target, sensing danger. Unable to pinpoint Long Chen's exact position, he activated an all-encompassing defense. "Boom" Just as the shield formed, a fist of starlight slammed into it, shattering it instantly. "Bang" As the shield shattered, the ancient zither in Wei Wuqing's hand automatically protected its master, blocking in front of him. The fist that broke the shield then struck the zither. "Rumble" The void behind Wei Wuqing trembled, waves rippling out, sending him flying. Wei Wuqing was filled with shock. Even after the shield's obstruction, how was the power of this punch still so terrifying? The punch made his blood churn, his throat sweet, nearly causing him to spit blood. "Damn ant, seems like I need to show my real skills to deal with you. Fine, I'll let you die with understanding today." Wei Wuqing roared in anger. "Buzz buzz buzz..." Flames rose from around him, with each flame increasing his aura significantly, the violent Emperor's might radiating in all directions. "Rumble..." Ripples spread from Wei Wuqing, washing over heaven and earth. "A legendary existence, a divine seed among the Emperor seedlings... has appeared." Someone's voice trembled. "What is that?" someone exclaimed. "Among the Emperor seedlings, there exists an extremely special practitioner, a one-in-a-million existence. They possess the most powerful spiritual blood, spiritual roots, and spiritual bones, with balanced power among the three. Using the spiritual roots as the seed, spiritual blood as the fertilizer, and spiritual bones as the field, they split the Emperor Seed Flame, cultivating one after another. Each Emperor Seed Flame they condense strengthens their power, making them more terrifying with each flame. Cultivating a divine seed is extremely demanding, requiring not only innate conditions but also massive resources, otherwise, this path is unfeasible." "One, two, three... my god, he has eighteen Emperor Flames." Someone counted Wei Wuqing's Emperor Flames in awe. "The resources consumed to cultivate these eighteen Emperor Flames could nurture thousands of Emperor Seed experts. Wei Wuqing is definitely not an ordinary figure in the Qin Sect." "Boom" As discussions ensued, with a loud explosion, eighteen Emperor Flames flowed around Wei Wuqing, forming a massive fire ring, connecting their auras, his power surging again. Though merely a king, his Emperor aura almost matched a second-tier Emperor. "Long Chen, you can die in peace now, facing my full power." Wei Wuqing stood with the ancient zither in hand, looking down at Long Chen like a high and mighty king. Yet Long Chen didn't respond, only gazing coldly, his eyes flashing with killing intent. "Even now, I can fight a third-tier Emperor. Before me, you're just an ant." Wei Wuqing sneered. He wasn't in a hurry to attack, seemingly wanting to savor Long Chen's despair before death. Unfortunately, Long Chen showed no reaction, only cold killing intent on his face. "Ancestors, quickly defeat the enemy and help Long Chen. His foe is too powerful." A woman of the Shi Mo Clan, holding Yue Xiaoqian, prayed, her face filled with anxiety. Wei Wuqing now rivaled a third-tier Emperor, a power that could instill despair, only the ancestors could turn the tide. The woman trembled with tension, causing the slumbering Yue Xiaoqian in her arms to slowly open her eyes. Her pale face regained a hint of color, though still weak, the trauma from overexertion was much healed. "Holy Maiden, you're awake!" The woman exclaimed with joy seeing Yue Xiaoqian awake. Yue Xiaoqian awoke, urgently looking at Long Chen. Seeing Wei Wuqing at full power, her pupils contracted in surprise, having never seen such a terrifying king. "Long Chen..." Yue Xiaoqian's heart leapt to her throat. "Xiaoqian" Long Chen slowly turned, looking at the still weak Yue Xiaoqian, speaking solemnly: "Heartache must be healed with heart medicine, blood debts must be repaid with blood. You've suffered too much, today, before your eyes, I'll return the pain you've endured to them." "Long Chen..." Yue Xiaoqian bit her lips, thinking of being hunted since ascending to the Immortal Realm, watching her clansmen die, the future bleak with no hope, she felt on the verge of breakdown. But as the Holy Maiden of the Shi Mo Clan, bearing the clan's future, she forced herself to be strong, despite her own weakness, boosting morale. Long Chen's words struck her weakest spot, tears flowed like rain. In this world, only Long Chen truly understood her. "Foolish arrogance, go die!" Seeing Long Chen dare turn his back and speak arrogantly, Wei Wuqing felt immensely humiliated. With a roar, the Emperor Flame surged, the zither in hand, pulling the strings, a giant arrow appeared on the zither. "Whoosh" Yet before the arrow shot, Long Chen appeared before him, grabbing his wrist. "I let you live a few more moments waiting for Xiaoqian to wake, now you can die." Long Chen roared, starlight surging, his grip tightened. "Splatter" Blood rained as an arm was torn off by Long Chen.