Horror White Clothes

Long Chen's pupils constricted slightly as he looked at the man in white before him, though he did not show much surprise.

When he first arrived here, he had felt a pair of eyes watching him. At first, the hostility was very faint, but as he killed the Yijin Realm experts, that hostility grew increasingly intense.

Later on, Long Chen could clearly sense that he was right behind the Fourth Prince, but the fact that this person could catch his strike so nonchalantly did surprise him quite a bit.

The appearance of the man in white shocked everyone. Long Tianxiao hurriedly rushed to Long Chen's side, looking at the man in white with a grave expression.

"Are you the mastermind behind the scenes?" Long Chen asked coldly.

"I suppose so," the man in white said indifferently.

"Was it you who tampered with me?"

The man in white shook his head: "I don't know what tampering you are referring to. Besides, do not overestimate yourself; I do not deign to tamper with an ant."

"Boom."

Just after the man in white finished speaking, a white light suddenly appeared on his palm. He flicked his finger against the tip of the broadsword. Long Chen felt his broadsword shake, and he was sent flying backward, only steadying his steps after retreating over ten zhang.

Long Chen was greatly shocked. The man in white had not revealed any cultivation, yet with just the power of a single finger, he was comparable to the full-force strike of a Late Stage Yijin Realm expert.

"Are you a member of a Sect?" Long Tianxiao asked, sounding uncertain and suspicious.

"A person about to die has no need to know so much," the man in white said indifferently.

Long Tianxiao looked at the man in white with a grave face and whispered to Long Chen: "Chen'er, I will hold him off in a moment; you run as far as you can."

Seeing Long Chen's confused expression, he said in a low voice: "The strength of Sect members far exceeds our imagination. We mortals have absolutely no comparison to them; their combat power is incomparably terrifying."

Long Chen shook his head: "Sorry, I cannot do that."

Seeing Long Tianxiao's face darken, Long Chen did not wait for him to speak and said directly: "I have grown up. I have the right to make my own choices. I do not want to be a coward who would rather be dead than alive."

Long Tianxiao had originally intended to say something else, but seeing Long Chen's firm expression after he said that, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Looking at his son, his eyes filled with admiration. He smiled slightly, patted Long Chen on the shoulder, and said: "Good, then let us, father and son, fight side by side."

The man in white watched the two of them whispering coldly, without a trace of impatience, and turned to the Fourth Prince:

"Take your people and get lost. Your life is still useful to me; don't get shaken to death later."

Although the words were somewhat hurtful, when they reached the Fourth Prince's ears, they sounded like heavenly music, and he hurriedly retreated.

Originally, this major event had been completely ruined by him. He had thought he would not survive either, but he had not expected the man in white to spare him.

The man in white also knew that this matter could not be blamed on the Fourth Prince. It could be said that the Fourth Prince had been watertight in his actions, and initially, he had deeply admired the Fourth Prince's scheming.

It could be said that the Fourth Prince's failure this time was due to luck; his luck was too poor to have encountered Long Chen. However, no matter who had carried out this matter, they would not have done better than the Fourth Prince.

Although he was truly unwilling, the man in white remained calm. Because of Long Chen's appearance this time, the plan needed to be changed.

However, as long as the father and son of the Long family were killed, the plan would still proceed; it would just be delayed for a period of time, which he did not care about.

"The time for small talk is over. Humble ants, you can go to your deaths."

The man in white moved, drifting before the two of them. He struck out with a palm, and on his palm, a faint halo appeared, shrouding all directions and causing the space to tremble.

Long Chen's heart shook. This was clearly an Earth Rank combat skill, yet there had been no sign before the man in white used it.

For experts like Xia Youyu, wanting to activate an Earth Rank combat skill required a few breaths of charging time; otherwise, they simply could not circulate that massive amount of energy.

Yet this person before him, just like Long Chen, required absolutely no charging time. This greatly shocked Long Chen, and he slashed out with his broadsword.

At the same time as Long Chen attacked, Long Tianxiao, who had already begun charging, also slashed out with his saber, his Saber Qi soaring into the sky.

"Boom."

With an explosive sound, air waves erupted. Long Chen felt a massive force arrive, and his entire body was sent flying backward again.

Long Tianxiao was the same, but although Long Tianxiao was also knocked back, he was far more composed than Long Chen and had not been knocked as far back as Long Chen.

"Use ten percent of your strength, but only release eight. Be free to advance or retreat, and plant your feet firmly," Long Tianxiao reminded him.

Long Tianxiao retreated a few steps less than Long Chen, not because Long Tianxiao's strength was greater than Long Chen's, but because Long Tianxiao's strike had reserved remaining strength, allowing him to advance or retreat, attack or defend.

Just as he said, reserving two parts of strength was equivalent to leaving oneself a margin for relief.

If the enemy was evenly matched with oneself, or even stronger, these two parts of remaining strength could be the guarantee of one's life.

Long Chen nodded and gave an affirmative sound. Having undergone the Fusion of the Pill Emperor's memories, how could he not know this principle? It was just that he was not accustomed to this style of fighting.

Fighting should be about forging straight ahead; just blindly thinking about how to save one's life—how could one stimulate one's potential?

The human body is like a treasure vault, an endless treasure vault. As for how much each person can open, that depends on whether they are ruthless enough to themselves. This ruthlessness includes facing death head-on.

It was not that Long Chen did not know this principle, but he had greater ambitions. When he saw the Forest God open the space gate, allowing Long Chen to see a broader world, his heart had already drifted further away.

He needed to keep making himself stronger. Only by becoming strong enough could he guarantee that he could live with dignity and pursue the things he wanted.

"Sharpening your spear just before the battle is meaningless."

The man in white snorted coldly, looking at the two of them coldly, his eyes filled with a sense of superiority, like an emperor looking down, filled with disdain.

"It should be enough to kill you."

Long Chen stood straight, pointing his broadsword at the man in white, giving rise to a monstrous Battle Intent. He knew that this man in white was very terrifying and was the strongest opponent he had encountered so far.

However, the stronger the opponent, the calmer Long Chen became. He had to be grateful for those life-and-death battles he had experienced before.

Otherwise, in battle, once fear set in, his combat power would plummet. He feared he would not even be able to exert eighty percent of his combat power, and could only be ruthlessly slaughtered by others like prey.

Seeing Long Chen still having undiminished Battle Intent before such a powerful enemy, not having his confidence shaken in the slightest by the opponent's power.

A trace of gratification appeared in Long Tianxiao's eyes, while his heart was also filled with guilt and regret. Not having accompanied his child's growth was the greatest regret in his heart.

"Just an ant, yet you dare to spout nonsense? You ignorant boy, today I will let you see what true disparity is."

"Boom."

After the man in white finished speaking, a terrifying aura erupted from within his body. Violent power swept in all directions. The father and son of the Long family bore the brunt of it, as if pressed down by a great mountain; they even found it difficult to breathe.

"What powerful Spiritual Pressure."

Long Chen's heart shook. This was the effect formed after Spiritual Qi was released and caused crushing pressure on the surrounding space.

This also meant that the man in white's Spiritual Qi had already been compressed to the extreme. Compared to his Spiritual Qi, others were as loose as soil, while his Spiritual Qi was as solid as rock.

However, what shocked Long Chen the most was that the aura of that man in white was clearly only at the Late Stage Yijin Realm.

Yet, despite being in the same Yijin Realm, whether it was Ying Hou or Xia Youyu, before his majestic aura, they were simply nothing.

"Do you think that because you killed a few low-class characters, you can really challenge someone of a higher Rank? Today I will let you see that the Rank barrier is not something that ants like you can imagine."

The man in white sneered, and a long sword appeared in his hand. Once the long sword appeared, Sword Qi soared into the sky, shaking the mountains and rivers, as he slashed down at the Long father and son.

Long Chen knew that this was the true decisive battle. He no longer held anything back, holding his broadsword with both hands. Suddenly, flames surged up on the broadsword.

The broadsword clashed with the long sword of the man in white. The sound of metal clashing rang through the air. Long Chen felt his internal organs shake violently, and his entire body was sent flying backward.

However, before flying backward, Long Chen saw the Pill Flame he had attached to his broadsword heading straight for the man in white.

Just when everyone thought that the man in white was also going to be like Xia Youyu, to be burned by the fierce fire and be in a wretched state.

A sneer appeared on the corner of the man in white's mouth. He extended his left hand, and a transparent curtain of light appeared before him, like a clear shield, forcefully blocking that Pill Flame that could melt steel.

"What?"

Long Chen's expression changed. The strength of that man in white far exceeded his expectations, and his control over Spiritual Qi was so terrifying.

He knew that this should be a unique Cultivation Technique; was this the foundation of a Sect Disciple? What a brilliant method.

Compared to the man in white, the Cultivation Technique and combat skills Long Chen possessed were truly too crude.

"Hum."

Just as Long Chen's strike ended, three saber shadows appeared in the sky. The three saber shadows, each several zhang long, merged into one in the air, and a fierce, unparalleled killing intent spread out.

"Three-Shadow Soul-Severing Saber."

"It is rumored that this is Long Tianxiao's strongest move. It seems I haven't heard of anyone who could catch this saber strike of his."

"I don't know if he can win."

The commoners of the Imperial Capital were hiding in the distance to watch. Because the distance was too great, they could not see very clearly. Some people with higher cultivation, seeing this, could not help but mutter to themselves.

Such a sensational major event in Fengming could not stop others from watching. The Fourth Prince not only did not stop it, but he also deliberately left some space for the commoners to watch, wanting to use this opportunity to intimidate everyone.

These commoners of the Imperial Capital had seen the whole process from beginning to end. The martial spirit of the Fengming Empire was strong, and they worshipped the strong.

Now, seeing the Long father and son, in an extremely disadvantageous position, strongly reverse the situation—especially Long Chen, who was simply like a Heavenly God descending to earth, killing several Yijin experts one after another, including the ruler of a nation—what kind of prestige was this!

Many people hoped even more that the Long father and son could achieve final victory. Having such heroes to rule the Empire would only make the Empire stronger.

Watching Long Tianxiao slash down with his saber, the mockery on the man in white's face did not diminish:

"I hate ants baring their fangs and brandishing their claws at me."

He slowly raised the long sword in his hand.

"Hum."

The long sword let out a roar, and dazzling light shot straight into the sky, as if it wanted to blind people's eyes. Like a startling swan or lightning, it slashed down at Long Tianxiao.