Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

Ao Xiong was shocked to see that Li Chen was actually using his physical body to clash with him head-on.

Then, his shock turned into joy.

If it was pure competition of physical toughness, the Dragon Clan might call themselves second, but no other race would dare claim first.

A mere Human Clan cultivator like Li Chen actually dared to use a mortal body of flesh and blood to ram against him—wasn’t this an ant trying to shake a giant tree, not knowing his own limits?

"Li Chen, you little brat, you’re the one asking to die!"

As he spoke, Ao Xiong’s sharp claws had already torn through layers of void, sweeping toward the front of Li Chen’s fist.

"Boom rumble rumble!"

Fist shadows and talons collided in mid-air, and the surrounding void collapsed on a massive scale.

All kinds of ear-piercing sonic booms roared past like shells screaming through the air, exploding one after another. The area within tens of thousands of li was almost razed to the ground.

"Step step step!"

"Step step step!"

After this mad confrontation, Li Chen and Ao Xiong almost simultaneously blasted backwards.

Ao Xiong staggered back tens of thousands of steps before he barely stabilized his center of gravity.

At this moment, he felt as if half of his body was in unbearable agony.

From his chest came an even more heart-drilling pain.

He lowered his head to look, and what he saw made his eyes almost split apart.

His chest had actually caved in, revealing a hideous, blood-smeared hole.

Ao Xiong had never imagined that the body of a Human Clan cultivator would actually be more formidable than his true form. This was simply unbelievable.

The Dragon Clan’s flesh was indeed incomparably tough.

However, before Li Chen’s Domineering Longevity Body, it was still somewhat child’s play.

Just now, Hei Yuan had fled in panic after only brushing past Li Chen once, and Ao Xiong had deeply despised him for it.

But looking at it now, he realized how wise Hei Yuan’s escape had been.

This Li Chen was simply a monster, a freak!

Thinking of this, Ao Xiong made up his mind.

Run!

Run at once!

After secretly resolving himself, Ao Xiong no longer hesitated. He wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth hard, and his entire figure turned into a streak of black light, fleeing toward his lair, Black Dragon Island.

Seeing Ao Xiong trying to leave, a scornful, cold smile lifted the corner of Li Chen’s lips.

"Want to leave? It won’t be that easy!"

As he spoke, Li Chen brought his hands together, pinching out a Magic Spell, sealing off all the surrounding space.

"Swish!"

An invisible curtain of space abruptly blocked Ao Xiong’s path.

Ao Xiong was greatly horrified to see his way blocked.

Without hesitation, he immediately changed direction.

However, the result was the same!

On all sides, there were Space Restrictions.

That meant the space he was in had already been sealed off by Li Chen with a Secret Technique.

Moreover, Ao Xiong was astonished to discover that the surrounding space was being suppressed by an invisible power.

The space region was shrinking smaller and smaller.

Realizing all this, Ao Xiong was deeply horrified.

He mustered all his strength, hoping to break through the Space Restriction with brute force.

But every time, it felt like smashing a heavy punch into empty air—illusory and powerless.

Just then, Li Chen’s figure appeared before him out of thin air.

Li Chen’s gaze was domineering and condescending, like a monarch high above, looking down at his subjects.

"Ao Xiong, your death date has arrived!"

Li Chen’s voice was not loud, but each word was like thunder, giving off an invisible sense of oppression.

Before his words had fully fallen, Li Chen raised the Seven-star Dragon Abyss in his hand high into the air.

At the same time, five giant Sword Rainbows of different colors surged up behind him one after another.

Shocking Sword Intent rippled out like waves of water, spreading in layer after layer.

Until these rippling Sword Intents completely overlapped, revealing their awe-inspiring, peerless edge.

"Cleave!"

This sword strike from Li Chen swept across the firmament like a comet, leaving a long trail of light in the void.

Ao Xiong was greatly horrified by the sight and hurriedly swung up his giant claws to block.

"Boom rumble rumble!"

The violent, unmatched Sword Intent smashed into Ao Xiong’s giant claws, and a metallic crash erupted on the spot.

At this moment, Ao Xiong felt his massive body suddenly shudder.

The two giant claws he used to block had completely lost all sensation.

His entire body had suffered comminuted fractures; even the slightest movement would bring heart-tearing pain.

Ao Xiong looked at his claws, drenched in blood, opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but not a single word came out—only a muffled groan of agony.

"Ugh!"

Immediately, a large mouthful of black blood spurted out violently.

Ao Xiong’s entire body went out of control, falling straight down like a meteor that had burned itself out.

It was obvious he had already been grievously wounded.

Seeing this opportunity, Li Chen wanted to press the advantage and send Ao Xiong on his way.

But at this moment, a violent yin wind suddenly howled, carrying extremely eerie wails, like ten thousand ghosts roaring in purgatory.

Right after, Li Chen felt an extremely sinister black cloud shroud over his head, like a celestial hound devouring the sun, plunging the entire sky into pitch-black ink in an instant.

Within this black cloud, a pair of vicious, predatory eyes gleamed with an aggressive, icy light.

The owner of these eyes was none other than Hei Yuan!

Hei Yuan had not truly fled in panic, but had been hiding in the dark, waiting for his chance.

After all, he had completely botched such an important affair. Even if he survived by a fluke when he returned, the old ancestor would still skin him alive. Rather than that, he might as well gamble everything—perhaps there was still a chance to reverse the situation.

Sure enough, that chance had come!

With Li Chen and Ao Xiong fighting like two tigers, they were bound to both be badly injured.

At that time, if he stepped in at just the right moment, he would surely be able to capture Li Chen in one fell swoop.

As long as he seized this chief culprit and handed him over to the old ancestor for disposal, he could redeem his sins with merit; perhaps he might even gain the old ancestor’s favor and be entrusted with important tasks again.

It had to be said, Hei Yuan’s carefully plotted scheme sounded perfect in his head.

However, he quickly realized that his little scheme had been a bit too wishful.

Li Chen cultivated the Nine Heavens Star Technique; his Divine Sense was already linked to the stars of the cosmos.

The moment Hei Yuan moved, he had been detected.

Therefore, when Hei Yuan struck, Li Chen decisively gave up the chance to finish off Ao Xiong, brought his hands together to form seals, and struck out a golden palm print that surged forth like collapsing mountains and overturning seas.

The golden palm print collided in mid-air with Hei Yuan’s sinister Gang wind, and miserable howls like Gui Ku erupted from within.

"Step step step!"

Seeing his strike miss, Hei Yuan immediately flew backwards like a kite with its string cut.

His eyes bulged, and his blood-red pupils were filled with horror.

"This, this, this... how is this possible?"

Li Chen looked down at Hei Yuan from above and let out a cold, mocking laugh.

"I didn’t expect you to dare come back to kill me again. But since you’re here, don’t think about fleeing in panic anymore. I’ll send the two of you on your way together!"