Chapter 6173 - The Divine Seed of Hundred Flames

"The secret technique of the Purple Blood Clan? Hmph, aren't you a successor of the Nine Stars? At this point, you're still unwilling to use your ultimate move? You're simply courting death." Fan Ji sneered coldly, glancing at the Di Shan behind Long Chen. He took a step forward, and the spear in his hand glowed with a brilliant silver light, with faint images of two giant dragons entwining it. "Boom" The dragons roared, and the silver spear whistled out, its overwhelming divine power shaking the heavens and earth. "Are you a fool? Can't you see the battlefield behind me? It's not that I'm unwilling to use my ultimate move; it's just that the Sons of the Burning Heaven are a bunch of idiots." "Buzz" With the Dragonbone Evilmoon in hand, the power of the Purple Blood exploded, and lines of purple runes appeared on the Dragonbone Evilmoon. "Purple Moon Slash" Long Chen shouted, launching a slash. This attack was the strongest move of the Twin Wind Mountain Lord. "Boom" The two divine weapons collided, and the silver divine radiance pierced through the Nine Heavens like sharp swords. Long Chen grunted and was sent flying. "The power of the Purple Blood is just so-so. If this is all you have, you can go die." Fan Ji sneered, as the silver spear swept through the void. He took steps toward Long Chen, the void cracking beneath his feet, exuding a presence that rivaled the gods. "After all, it's not something I've comprehended myself; it doesn't truly belong to me. If the original master used it, it wouldn't be so pathetic." Long Chen shook his head inwardly. Although he had observed the divine powers of the entire clan in Di Shan and could use each one, they ultimately belonged to others. He could wield them, but their power was much weaker than that of the original master. The martial path requires one step at a time; even a single step missed is unacceptable. Long Chen had only the result, not the process, and this gap was hard to bridge. "Rumble..." Behind Long Chen, Di Shan trembled continuously, with purple dragons flying out, circling around Di Shan as its phenomenon continued to perfect itself. "Buzz" At this moment, Fan Ji had already attacked, sweeping with his spear. Endless runes surged on the spear, each rune containing the power of faith capable of destroying the heavens and earth. In those runes, Long Chen saw shadows of gods. His heart pounded; no wonder this divine weapon was so terrifying. It turned out that Fan Ji had his own source of faith. This meant that in the lineage of the Brahma Heaven, the Great Brahma Heaven allowed the Sons of the Brahma Heaven to create their own branches of faith. For instance, Fan Ji had a hundred statues for followers to worship. The power of faith obtained was all his, and the silver spear he wielded had tens of thousands of runes. This implied he had over ten thousand statues being worshipped, with all the followers forming a tower, and he stood at the pinnacle. "Since I can't win by quality, I'll add up the quantity." Long Chen snorted coldly, retreating rapidly, and slashed forward with the Dragonbone Evilmoon, unleashing three consecutive strikes. "Boom boom boom" The three blade shadows were shattered by Fan Ji's spear, but his figure was halted by these three attacks. "The skill of ants, the strength of insects, utterly laughable and boring. Fine, it's time to show you the true power of the Brahma Heaven lineage." Fan Ji sneered. "Boom" With a loud explosion, a divine statue appeared behind Fan Ji, followed by the vast imperial might radiating, and the Emperor Flames surged upward. The Emperor Flames were dense, and with each appearance, Fan Ji's imperial might and divine power increased by a notch. "One hundred and three..." Seeing the number of Emperor Flames behind Fan Ji, Long Chen was finally moved. Previously, a strong figure from the Painting Sect had said that among the divine seedlings, those with a hundred Emperor Flames could easily kill him. Now, a strong figure with over one hundred Emperor Flames had appeared. Even without considering his overwhelming divine power, the imperial might alone was enough to crush countless powerhouses of the Third Heaven of the Emperor Realm. "I won't bully you. I'll only use the power of the Emperor Flames. If you can withstand ten of my moves, I will spare your life." Fan Ji stood high in the sky, overlooking the earth, his face full of arrogance and wildness. "Buzz" The Emperor Flames around Fan Ji trembled, instantly merging into a golden fire ring that spread violently in all directions. "First move, Wind Piercing the Clouds." With a cold shout, Fan Ji's silver spear shook violently, and the Emperor Flames surged as the spear transformed into a phantom spanning thousands of miles, stabbing fiercely toward Long Chen. "This strike is already comparable to the Flame Sword Saint's attack. The Son of Brahma Heaven indeed has some skills, but it's just some skills." Long Chen snorted coldly, wielding the Dragonbone Evilmoon, and slashed diagonally, launching a crescent moon that shot out. The purple crescent moon left the blade, tracing a mysterious arc in the void like a boomerang, striking midway on the spear. "Bang" The purple crescent moon shattered, but the spear only trembled slightly and continued to pierce toward Long Chen. At this moment, Long Chen charged forward, bypassing the spear and heading straight for Fan Ji. "You have some tricks, but in the face of absolute strength, your tricks are meaningless." "Second move, Thunder Chasing the Waves." With a cold snort, Fan Ji struck the void with his spear, and a ball of thunder light, with him at the center, rapidly spread in all directions. Clearly, he didn't want to give Long Chen a chance to get close, whether he was not good at close combat or felt it was a desecration to let someone like Long Chen approach him. Facing Fan Ji's move, a mocking expression appeared on Long Chen's face. He opened his left hand and slapped forward. Seeing Long Chen dare to confront his strike barehanded, Fan Ji's face was full of mockery. This strike seemed simple but contained endless hidden force, enough to kill any powerhouse of the Third Heaven of the Emperor Realm once triggered. "Buzz" When Long Chen's hand slapped onto the thunder barrier, his hand trembled fiercely, and the huge thunder ball shook crazily. The explosive scene Fan Ji expected did not occur, and the massive light ball rapidly shrank, transforming into a fist-sized light orb in Long Chen's hand. "What?" For the first time, Fan Ji was moved. Long Chen had actually absorbed his power. "Return it to you" With a decisive shout, the compressed thunder ball left Long Chen's hand, instantly appearing before Fan Ji. "Boom" Fan Ji swung his silver spear fiercely, smashing the thunder ball with a loud explosion, forcing him to retreat three steps. "Sizzle" Just as he retreated, Long Chen had already arrived, the Dragonbone Evilmoon slashing swiftly. "Boom" Fan Ji blocked the thunder ball's strike, unhurriedly flipping his spear to block the Dragonbone Evilmoon with the butt of his spear, with time to sneer: "Trivial skill..." "Slap" What he didn't know was that Long Chen's slash was merely a setup for his next move. His left hand swung in a wide arc, slapping Fan Ji's arrogant face hard. "Boom" Long Chen's slap, which had been gathering force for long, was incredibly powerful. Fan Ji's attention was focused on Long Chen's blade and his sneering mouth, ignoring his face, and he was sent flying with a slap. "Awesome" Long Chen finally landed a big slap on Fan Ji and couldn't help but shout excitedly. His greatest pleasure was slapping the faces of his enemies. Especially those arrogant and self-important ones; the more arrogant they were, the better it felt to slap them, even more satisfying than killing them. "Long Chen!" The violent killing intent swept across the heavens, with countless roars, changing the color of the world. The power of faith and the Emperor Flames ignited the entire world as Fan Ji's roar echoed throughout the battlefield.