Chapter 76

"Kill"

Longchen roared, his long sword slicing through the air with a force that seemed to shake the heavens, his entire body exuding an unstoppable momentum as he delivered a powerful strike.

Yinghou's lips curled into a sneer, a mix of mockery and disdain. His hand, veined and tense, swung his long sword, which sliced through the air, creating a shimmering light barrier that fell upon Longchen.

"Boom"

The terrifying force made the valley tremble, the shockwaves rolling like the dawn breaking and the ocean boiling.

Longchen's body suddenly jolted, as if struck by a mountain, and he was sent flying backward, spewing blood.

He rolled for several dozen feet, spitting out another mouthful of blood, his internal organs feeling as if they were on fire, his face filled with shock.

Yinghou had not been bluffing earlier; he had been telling the truth. When qi and strength are combined, that kind of power is almost despair-inducing.

"Damn it"

As Longchen rolled, Ahman roared in anger and swung his axe, but Yinghou's long sword moved like a bolt of lightning, striking Ahman's axe.

Ahman was thrown into the air like a boulder from a catapult, flipping several times before landing heavily on the ground.

Although Ahman seemed to fly farther than Longchen, he did not spit blood, which surprised even Yinghou.

"Perhaps now you believe. In the face of absolute power, all resistance is futile. Give up," Yinghou said coldly, standing there like a king surveying his subjects.

Longchen, using his broadsword to prop himself up, wiped the blood from his mouth and shook his head. "Giving up halfway is not my style. I haven't cut off your head yet."

Yinghou stared at Longchen coldly, then suddenly laughed in anger. "Good, you are worthy of being Long Tianshao's son. Your resolve is strong.

I hope that when I crush your bones one by one, you can still be as defiant. Boy, go to hell and regret it."

As Yinghou finished speaking, his figure moved, leaving a trail of shadows, and in an instant, he was in front of Longchen, delivering a powerful strike.

Seeing Yinghou's sword coming down, Longchen ignored it and swung his own sword, adopting a strategy of mutual destruction.

This was a desperate move. In terms of speed, Longchen could not match Yinghou, and in terms of strength, he was no match either.

Now, he relied on the length of his broadsword, using a thug-like approach to engage Yinghou in a fierce battle, which, though very dangerous, could buy some time.

Indeed, Yinghou, confident of his victory, would not engage in a direct confrontation. When Longchen attacked, he would withdraw his sword to find a better angle for his next attack.

"Boom"

At this moment, Ahman also charged forward, swinging his axe. It seemed that the previous blow had not caused him any substantial harm, his physique was terrifyingly strong.

What comforted Longchen was that Ahman had suddenly become smarter, mimicking Longchen's strategy by ignoring Yinghou's sword and fighting with all his might.

"Boom Boom Boom"

Continuous impacts echoed through the valley, causing it to tremble, the scene was extremely terrifying.

With Longchen and Ahman fighting desperately, Yinghou, despite his superior skills, was unable to gain the upper hand, being held back by the two.

In terms of strength and speed, he had an absolute advantage, but Longchen and Ahman's attacks were thug-like, using their bodies to block and relentlessly attacking.

Yinghou's face turned iron gray with anger. He had several times felt the urge to engage in a mutual destruction, but he restrained himself.

First, Longchen and Ahman's strength posed a fatal threat to him. If anything went wrong, it would not be a mutual destruction but a mutual death.

Second, he had the absolute advantage, and defeating Longchen and Ahman was only a matter of time. There was no need to take such a risk.

Longchen, seeing through Yinghou's thoughts, fought even more desperately. This was a last resort; if he did not fight, he would die immediately.

Weapons clashed, and half an hour passed. Longchen was startled to find that his stamina was beginning to wane, his broadsword feeling increasingly heavy.

Ahman was in no better shape; his axe was not as swift as before, clearly reaching his limit.

Seeing the sneer on Yinghou's lips, Longchen felt a chill. Yinghou wanted to capture them alive, to exhaust them and then torture them.

Longchen's eyes narrowed. If you want my life, fine, let's see if you have the right to take it.

Yinghou, seeing Longchen and Ahman's strength waning and their attacks slowing, felt a sense of satisfaction.

Suddenly, Longchen's sword fell, but he lacked the strength to follow through, stumbling forward, exposing a vulnerable spot.

Almost instinctively, Yinghou, without thinking, dodged Ahman's axe and struck at Longchen's waist. Clearly, Longchen's guess was correct; Yinghou wanted to take him alive, otherwise, he would have aimed for his heart.

A cold light appeared in Longchen's eyes. Suddenly, the Fengfu Star in his body activated, channeling all his strength into his dantian.

The twelve qi vortices in his dantian, each a hundred feet in diameter, instantly expanded tenfold, spinning like windmills, draining all the spiritual energy within a hundred miles.

"Let's see if this works"

Longchen silently prayed. The twelve vortices spun simultaneously, condensing all the spiritual energy into a single thread, which traveled through the Liyao point, up to the Huiming point, and finally through the Quchi point into the Laogong point.

When the spiritual energy entered the first point, it was like a dam being breached. As the energy flowed through, its speed increased, and it struck the next point with even greater force.

As the energy accumulated, entering the Laogong point in his palm, Longchen suddenly felt intense pain.

"Damn, my meridians can't handle it"

Longchen felt the meridians around his Laogong point beginning to burst under the pressure of the spiritual energy.

"Hold on"

Longchen roared in his mind, no longer caring about the consequences. Although only a thin thread of energy escaped through the Laogong point.

Without hesitation, he channeled that thread of energy into his broadsword, which immediately trembled and emitted a loud boom.

Just as Yinghou's sword was about to pierce Longchen's waist, he suddenly felt his heart race, his body hair standing on end. Relying on his years of combat experience, he instinctively abandoned his attack and retreated.

However, as he retreated, Longchen's broadsword was already raised, the seven-foot-long blade glowing with a strange light, carrying an aura of death, and slicing down at Yinghou.

"Open Heaven"

Yinghou, with a look of fear, watched Longchen's sword, which seemed to have locked him in place.

A mere Qi Gathering realm novice could lock a two-rank higher Muscle Transformation realm expert through qi, which was unheard of.

Locking usually happens when a stronger opponent locks a weaker one. It is very difficult to lock someone of similar strength, and a Qi Gathering realm locking a Muscle Transformation realm would be laughed at.

But this was happening right in front of Yinghou. He quickly recovered from his shock, as a dense aura of death woke him up.

Longchen's sword, glowing with a strange light, like a divine blade, was already ruthlessly slicing down.

"Wave-Cleaving Slash"

There was no time to be shocked by how Longchen had locked him. Seeing Longchen's sword coming down, Yinghou roared, his body veins bulging, his momentum increasing, and he delivered a powerful strike.

The sword blade was like water, the shockwaves rolling, affecting a radius of several dozen feet. This earth-shattering blow was Yinghou's ultimate technique, a Tier Earth combat skill.

"Boom"

When Longchen's broadsword and Yinghou's long sword collided, the world seemed to freeze for a moment, then a thunderous sound echoed through the valley.

The three figures were simultaneously thrown back, the terrifying force shattering the ground where they had been fighting, leaving a large crater nearly ten feet in diameter.

Longchen felt as if his bones were about to fall apart, his right hand throbbing with pain. According to his current meridian width, he should not have been able to use the "Open Heaven" technique.

By forcing it, he had already shattered the meridians around his Laogong point, and he had finally witnessed the terrifying power of "Open Heaven."

Fortunately, he had noticed something was wrong at the last moment and only used a thin thread of "Open Heaven" power, not daring to activate the rest.

Even so, the meridians in his palm were shattered. If he had used full power, his entire meridian system would have been destroyed, leaving him a cripple.

Feeling both fear and excitement, Longchen marveled at the terrifying power of "Open Heaven." What level of combat skill was this?

"Truly worthy of being Long Tianshao's son. Good, very good, excellent, hahaha"

A loud laugh echoed as the dust slowly settled, revealing a figure. It was Yinghou.

However, Yinghou was in a sorry state. His once clean robe was now tattered, a large gash on his chest, blood slowly seeping out.

His long sword was reduced to a hilt, shattered by the previous blow.

Longchen's pupils contracted. Although Yinghou looked disheveled, his aura had not diminished much, indicating that he still had formidable combat power.

"Rip"

Yinghou tore off a piece of his tattered robe, revealing a wound and a piece of golden armor underneath.

The golden armor was very flexible, but it had a long gash, clearly made by Longchen's sword.

"Such a powerful combat skill. If it weren't for this golden silk armor, I might have been killed," Yinghou said coldly, looking at the wound on his chest.

"Now, I'll give you a chance. If you hand over the combat skill, I'll give you a quick death. What do you say?"

Longchen, switching his broadsword to his left hand because his right was nearly useless, stood up and laughed coldly. "What do you think?"

"Longchen, think carefully. Death is not scary, but a life worse than death is the most painful. I am particularly skilled in this area. I advise you not to regret it," Yinghou said coldly.

"I, Longchen, never do things I regret," Longchen glanced at Ahman, giving him a subtle signal.

Not wanting to make it too obvious