Long Chen's sword shook the heavens, thunder swirling, and the heavenly Dao trembled. Long Chen wielded the Thunder Mad Blade, and this strike contained all of Lei Ling'er's power.
Only Lei Ling'er's tribulation power could restrain the power of ghost path beings; whether she was a corpse or an illusion, neither could neutralize the damage caused by thunder power.
Having nearly been ambushed and killed by a ghost cultivator earlier, Long Chen was furious—this sword strike showed no mercy.
The ghostly path being saw Long Chen's strike and his eyes were filled with shock. He endured the attacks from the crowd repeatedly. Although he had become illusions and could neutralize most of the attacks, he still had to endure some of them.
Among these attacks, Mu Qingyun's was the one that inflicted the greatest damage. That blow hit a vital spot. Although he pretended to be unfazed on the surface, he had already suffered a hidden injury and was still recovering.
Now, being attacked continuously by Long Chen, the injuries had only worsened. Long Chen gave him no chance to adjust, just as he hadn't given Long Chen a chance before.
"Whoosh!"
The Ghost Path creature roared in fury, using all its strength as the white bone dagger stabbed forward fiercely. Black mist rose behind it, and eight massive tentacles stretched out.
"Boom!"
Long Chen slashed his sword at the bone dagger, and endless thunder surged like a flood breaking through a dam, attacking the ghostly path beings.
On the eight dark tentacles behind the Ghost Path beings, endless thunder swirled, actually channeling Long Chen's thunder power into the void behind him.
He knew he couldn't withstand such terrifying thunder power, couldn't take it head-on, and could only do his best to dispel Long Chen's power.
"Boom boom boom...
But Long Chen's thunderous power was extremely fierce. Even though he used his ghostly arts, he still couldn't completely dispel it. His eight tentacles shattered one after another.
"Boom!"
Immediately after, he himself couldn't withstand the attack, exploding with a thunderous crash. Black mist swirled across the sky, scattering across the world.
"Long Chen, you're bullying the few with numbers. Just you wait! I, Gui Xuan, won't let you off. Wash your necks clean and wait!" Endless dark energy swirled, and the roars of ghostly beings shook the air.
As his words stirred, the black mist vanished, and his own aura vanished without a trace.
"How could this happen? My grand formation can't even trap it! A
look of shock appeared on Xia Chen's face. When Long Chen made his move, he immediately set up a grand formation to prevent the ghostly cultivators from escaping. When the ghostly beings left, they didn't even touch his formation and simply vanished without a trace.
Not only did Xia Chen's expression change, but everyone's expression changed. They had never encountered such a terrifying presence before.
"Brother Long Chen, if you let me step in, he won't be able to escape." Huo Ling'er's voice echoed in Long Chen's mind. At this moment, she was somewhat dissatisfied. Just now, when it tried to strike, Long Chen did not let it go.
"No need to reveal too much strength. Who knows how many monsters like him are hidden at the Saint King Conference. Don't worry, you have a chance to show off." Long Chen comforted her.
Seeing the shocked expressions on Bai Shishi and the others' faces, Long Chen knew that this guy calling himself Gui Xuan had dealt a significant blow to everyone.
"Don't lose heart. The reason you can't harm him is because the ghost path beings are too special.
But you don't need to worry too much. Ghost Realm beings are too mysterious. We don't know much about them, so we don't know their weaknesses. Once we do, dealing with them becomes much easier.
Qingyun, that sword strike of yours was beautiful, directly injuring his origin. If it weren't for your sword, I wouldn't have defeated him so easily. At the end, Long Chen looked at Mu Qingyun and encouraged him.
"Really?" Mu Qingyun couldn't help but be overjoyed.
Originally, Mu Qingyun had come to attend the Saint King Conference with great confidence, thinking he could shine at the event, challenge masters from all walks of life, and explore higher-level swordsmanship.
But on her very first attempt, she was struck hard—a full-force strike, hitting a vital spot, while others were completely unharmed. For her, this was truly a huge blow.
But hearing Long Chen's encouragement, Mu Qingyun was instantly overjoyed. Long Chen's affirmation was a tremendous encouragement for her.
"Of course it's true, but your sword strike was off." Long Chen said.
"Why is it crooked?" Mu Qingyun was stunned—not just her, but everyone was stunned. Mu Qingyun's sword strike was extremely precise, hitting a vital spot.
"It's a crooked heart."
Long Chen smiled and said, "A sword cultivator not only has confidence in their sword and their moves, but also in their people.
A true sword cultivator doesn't need to deliberately target vital points. If you deliberately seek an opportunity to strike the opponent's weak points, your swordsmanship will is already weak.
Because you worry you won't be able to kill the opponent, you aim to strike vital points. This slight worry causes the will of the sword Dao to be lost, so your strike can only injure him, not kill him. Mu
Qingyun suddenly understood, looking at Long Chen with a face full of admiration. Long Chen's insight was as sharp as ever; even a casual sentence could enlighten people. Being with him, it was hard not to improve.
"Sister Qingyun is amazing!" Bai Xiaole couldn't help but praise him; he had always admired Mu Qingyun greatly.
"Xiao Le, why is your ocular technique so weak?" Long Chen looked at Bai Xiaole and couldn't help but frown.
Bai Xiaole cast the eye technique, with a huge range and rapid contraction. Given the reaction speed of a ghostly being, even falling victim to it, it showed this move was very powerful.
But even though he was already trapped, he easily broke free. Long Chen couldn't figure out where the problem lay.
"Of course I'm weak. This idiot is absolutely stupid to death. Just this move, and he's been learning it for months?" You still haven't learned it, Long Chen, you've tricked me to death. At
that moment, a furious roar rang out, and a fox with purple pupils appeared on Bai Xiaole's shoulder.
The purple-eyed fox had nine tails on its back—it was the purple-eyed nine-tailed demon fox that Bai Xiaole had summoned and formed a contract with.
At this moment, it stared wide-eyed at Long Chen, its face full of rage, as if its head was about to catch fire.
"You are... I'm going ... How did you become so weak? Long Chen looked at the fox, barely able to believe his eyes. Back in the Three Thousand Worlds, its aura was terrifying, but now, it was only at the Immortal King realm.
"You still have the nerve to say that?" Isn't it because you tricked me? After merging with this guy, all my power was absorbed by him.
The worst part is, this guy is too stupid. When he uses eye techniques, he can't synchronize with me. It's driving me crazy. "The Purple-Eyed Nine-Tailed Demon Fox roared in anger.
Bai Xiaole was left speechless by the insults. Clearly, he was used to being scolded. After all, after forming a contract with it, Bai Xiaole had gained a huge advantage, while the Purple-Eyed Nine-Tailed Demon Fox suffered a huge loss. So even if Bai Xiaole was insulted, he had no right to fight back.
"Wow, such a cute little fox! I want this fox."
Just as the Purple-Eyed Nine-Tailed Demon Fox was losing its temper, a group of people arrived from afar and instantly surrounded Long Chen and the others.