Kill Xia Changfeng

Xia Changfeng never expected that the assassin he had kept hidden by his side for so long would be held back by a fool who had suddenly appeared.

One must know that even Huang Shang could not withstand ten moves from Wang Mang's combat power, yet this fool had already held out for over thirty moves, and it even seemed like he still had energy to spare; how could he not be shocked?

Back at the Juying Pavilion, A-Man had once used a full-strength punch to block an attack from Huang Shang, and afterwards, Xia Changfeng had asked Huang Shang about it.

At the time, Huang Shang had said that the fool's strength was somewhat strange, but he did not take it to heart and could easily kill him.

Yet before his eyes, the person whom Huang Shang claimed could be "easily killed" was fighting evenly with the person who could easily kill Huang Shang.

"Whoosh."

Just as Xia Changfeng was secretly shocked, a sudden warning sign arose in his heart, and without thinking, he threw a punch.

"Bang."

Long Chen's silent punch was blocked, and Xia Changfeng used the momentum to drift into the distance. At this moment, the guards reacted, drawing their weapons and charging towards Long Chen.

Long Chen snorted coldly and formed hand seals. Suddenly, a ball of light began to condense rapidly between his hands, and the terrifying high temperature caused the space to slightly distort as flames surged out like an ocean.

"Retreat quickly!"

When he saw the light in Long Chen's hands, Xia Changfeng's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly shouted sharply.

However, because their eardrums had been damaged earlier, the guards reacted much slower. By the time they understood Xia Changfeng's meaning, Long Chen had already moved.

The egg-sized ball of light in his hand flew out instantly, streaking across like a beam of light, causing the space along its path to distort as well.

"Boom."

The light ball rushed into the crowd and exploded with a bang, terrifying red flames raging and swallowing everyone.

"Ah!"

A series of miserable screams came, and the terrifying flames covered a radius of ten zhang, with all the guards within the range of the attack.

These flames were none other than Long Chen's Alchemical Flame. He had condensed all the Alchemical Flame within his body, forced it out, and then highly compressed it to form a fireball.

This fireball was called Alchemical Flame. Usually, only experts who had reached the level of an Alchemist could condense such an Alchemical Flame.

Because condensing such an Alchemical Flame required not only powerful Alchemical Flame energy but also extremely formidable Soul power, as such condensation was very dangerous; if one was not careful, they would burn themselves.

Long Chen not only possessed a powerful Beast Flame, but his Soul power was also incredibly strong. Most importantly, his Soul contained the memories of the Pill Emperor, so using Alchemical Flame like this was simply child's play.

However, although this was only an Elementary technique for an alchemist, its power was awe-inspiring. The highly concentrated Alchemical Flame spread out, and even experts at the Blood Condensation stage could not withstand it.

The dozen or so guards were instantly ignited. Alchemical Flame was different from ordinary fire and could not be extinguished. There were no ponds nearby, so the dozen or so guards could not even last for a few breaths of time before they fell silent and collapsed to the ground, the air filled with an unpleasant burnt smell.

Watching his dozen capable subordinates disappear just like that, Xia Changfeng's face turned livid, his eyes appearing as if they were about to spew fire.

Long Chen's face was slightly pale at this moment; that was the aftereffect of extracting all his Alchemical Flame. Such a powerful consumption was also a huge sacrifice for him.

Those guards were all Xia Changfeng's elite soldiers, and most were at the Middle Stage of Blood Condensation or higher. Long Chen could only resolve them quickly in this way.

Although the sacrifice was great and he would be unable to use Alchemical Flame for a short time, everything was worth it. Now that only he and Xia Changfeng remained, he did not need to worry about anyone launching a sneak attack later.

"Long Chen…" Xia Changfeng looked at Long Chen, gnashing his teeth.

"Something up?" Long Chen brushed the dust off his body and said indifferently.

"I am going to kill you!" Xia Changfeng's voice trembled slightly, the anger within it having reached a critical point.

"Coincidentally, that is also what I wanted to say," Long Chen said. "But before that, I want to know, who was it that tampered with Chu Yao?"

"You want to know? Hahaha, keep dreaming!"

Xia Changfeng said with a ferocious expression, "Do you think you can really kill me? Next, I will let you see how ridiculous your thoughts are."

"Boom."

Xia Changfeng's entire body's blood energy erupted, and a powerful Aura burst forth. With Xia Changfeng as the center, within a radius of several zhang, the airflow rolled, and the momentum was terrifying.

"Do you really think I am just a pampered prince, a good-for-nothing playboy?

To be so stupid as to want to assassinate this prince, do you really think that in the whole world, you are the only Genius? Today, I will make you pay the price for your stupidity, and that price is—death."

At this moment, Xia Changfeng's Aura erupted, the air waves rolling around him with terrifying momentum. His blood energy was so dense that it reached an extreme, making it hard for people to even breathe.

"You are actually at the Peak of Blood Condensation?"

Long Chen nodded. As expected, this Xia Changfeng had an absolute trump card. No wonder Long Chen had been feeling somewhat uneasy all day, as if a great disaster was imminent.

This explained it; an expert at the Peak of Blood Condensation was the most powerful opponent Long Chen had encountered so far.

However, no matter what, he would spare no cost to kill Xia Changfeng, not only because Xia Changfeng might be a participant in the plot against him.

Most importantly, he had touched Long Chen's reverse scale. Thinking of Chu Yao being imprisoned alone in the imperial palace, Long Chen's killing intent boiled over.

"Go to hell!"

Xia Changfeng roared, stamping his foot on the ground. The hardened ground was actually stomped into a large crater, and he lunged towards Long Chen.

At the same time, a fierce killing intent locked onto Long Chen firmly, indicating that Xia Changfeng was an expert who had truly experienced life-and-death training.

Watching Xia Changfeng lunging over, Long Chen clenched his fists tightly. His entire body moved without wind, his black hair slowly dancing, and his eyes were like two sharp blades. The Qi cyclones within his body rotated rapidly, and he threw a punch.

"Bang."

The two fists collided, emitting a loud explosion. Xia Changfeng staggered; he had never expected that the current Long Chen was even more terrifying than when he had killed Huang Shang last time.

"Whoosh."

In the hard collision just now, he hadn't gained the slightest advantage, and Long Chen's foot had already kicked fiercely towards his lower abdomen.

Xia Changfeng snorted coldly, trying to suppress the shock in his heart. His right hand, like a blade, slashed fiercely towards Long Chen's lower leg, emitting a muffled sound, and both of them retreated two steps.

Xia Changfeng's heart was shaken violently; this Long Chen was simply a monster. When they first met at the Juying Pavilion, he could have poked him to death with a single finger.

But in their subsequent meetings, Long Chen's cultivation had shot up rapidly as if jumping on a spring, actually able to rival him, an expert at the Peak of Blood Condensation.

This made him angry, but also brought with it fear. If this continued, Long Chen would sooner or later become a monster that could not be subdued.

With an angry shout, the blood energy around Xia Changfeng's body vanished instantly. He struck out with a palm, and his normal palm instantly turned blood-red. This palm strike had actually condensed all the blood energy from his entire body, and a bloody Aura rushed towards him.

"Blood Rakshasa Palm!"

At the instant Xia Changfeng struck out with his palm, Long Chen felt his scalp go numb. It was a fear from the bottom of his heart; that palm probably carried a fatal threat and was extremely terrifying.

He had not expected Xia Changfeng to use such a terrifying move so quickly. The Fengfu Star under his feet rotated rapidly, and a stream of Spiritual Qi was sent from the Fengfu Star into his Dantian.

The twelve massive Qi cyclones within his Dantian instantly surged and began to rotate rapidly. The Spiritual Qi within a radius of a hundred zhang seemed to be drained by Long Chen in an instant. This was his first full-strength attack since entering the twelfth level of Qi Gathering.

"Fire Cloud Palm!"

Long Chen let out a low shout and also struck out with a palm, flames surrounding his palm as it collided with Xia Changfeng's palm.

"Boom."

The earth cracked, shattered stones flew, and a large crater with a radius of several zhang appeared where the two were standing. Long Chen felt his chest churn, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire body flew backwards.

At the same time, there was a scorching pain in his palm. Looking up, he saw his entire palm had turned blood-red and was spreading towards his arm.

Long Chen's expression changed, and he hurriedly swallowed a detox pill. He had not expected Xia Changfeng's palm to actually contain blood poison, which had invaded Long Chen's palm through that single strike.

Just now, Long Chen had almost instinctively used the Fire Cloud Palm instead of the Wind-Breaking Fist. However, at this moment, he couldn't help but secretly rejoice at the strength of his instincts.

Because he had used the Alchemical Flame earlier, the flame energy for his Fire Cloud Palm was almost exhausted, and the Fire Cloud Palm just now had depleted the sliver of flame energy that had just recovered.

However, it was precisely because of this sliver of flame energy that most of the blood poison was blocked outside his body. If he had used the Wind-Breaking Fist, the power might have been greater, but he would probably be unable to move by now.

Although he had neutralized most of the blood poison and swallowed a detox pill, his entire arm was still being eroded by the blood poison, becoming numb. Despite all his calculations, he had not expected to actually get hit.

While Long Chen was shocked, Xia Changfeng was having an even worse time. Long Chen's full-strength palm strike was extremely terrifying and had actually shattered his entire arm.

What made him most resentful was that the flame energy in Long Chen's palm had actually dispersed the blood poison he had condensed with his entire body's blood energy.

"Whoosh."

A cold light flashed. A long saber appeared in Long Chen's left hand. With a movement of his feet, he brought along a whistling gale and slashed down towards Xia Changfeng.

Xia Changfeng was greatly shocked. He had not expected that Long Chen would be unaffected by the blood poison and could launch an attack so quickly. It was already too late to take a weapon from his ring.

He hurriedly rolled to the side. The sharp long saber fell, brushing against Xia Changfeng's cheek; he could even feel the cold sharpness of the long saber.

Just after Xia Changfeng had dodged the fatal blow, seeing Long Chen slash another saber strike towards his throat, he had nowhere left to retreat. He simply stopped dodging and kicked towards Long Chen's Dantian.

The Dantian is where a person's entire cultivation is gathered; once destroyed, one would become a cripple for life. This was the strategy of besieging Wei to rescue Zhao—attacking where the enemy must save—which was very simple and effective.

But what shocked him was that Long Chen seemed not to have seen the kick he had launched, and still slashed the saber towards Xia Changfeng.

"No…"

Long Chen's madness caused Xia Changfeng's plan to misfire. He had not expected that Long Chen would rather become a cripple than not kill him. It was already too late to change his move, which gave rise to endless fear in him.

But Long Chen's eyes were ice-cold, devoid of any emotion, just like a cold-blooded war god. He did not care about his fear in the slightest, and the long saber slashed down ruthlessly.

"Puff."

"Bang."

Two sounds rang out almost simultaneously. Blood splattered, a head rolled out, and at the same time, a figure was also kicked away.