Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor
Chapter 224 - 224 223 The Sword Beheads Long Wuhen!

224: Chapter 223: The Sword Beheads Long Wuhen!

[First Update] 224: Chapter 223: The Sword Beheads Long Wuhen!

[First Update] “Li Chen, you scoundrel, Lord Guan’s treasured blade is here, why aren’t you coming up to surrender?”

Long Wuhen went mad with frenzy, as if the Martial Saint were reborn, waving the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade in relentless slashes from left to right.

The onlookers who witnessed such an inconceivable scene were all stunned, their eyes wide and jaws dropped.

“Look quick, Lord Guan has manifested, this is a Divine Miracle!”

Someone let out a shocked cry, taking the lead to kneel down.

Some of Lord Guan’s die-hard fans also knelt down one after another, with exceedingly pious expressions.

The young girl Qianqian gaped, exclaiming, “Grandpa, has Lord Guan really been reborn?”

The white-haired elder shook his head, saying, “No, this is the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade, the weapon of the Martial Saint Guan Yu.

With this blade, he swept through the Three Kingdoms, struck terror into his enemies, and established his illustrious reputation as a Martial Saint!”

After that, due to an oversight, Guan Yu lost Jingzhou and fled to Mai City; this treasured blade has changed hands many times.

However, almost all of its owners have been mediocrities, never again achieving the Martial Saint’s former glory.

After the Qing Emperor abdicated, the Guan Family, who passed on ancient martial arts, suffered persecution by warlords and completely declined.

And the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade, too, vanished mysteriously, only for it to end up in the hands of the Long Family, whether by fate or karma.

“Brother Chen, you promised you’d protect me for a lifetime, Xue’er won’t let you break your promise!” Ye Chuxue on the Tang Family’s painting boat, with hands clasped, sincerely faced the distant lakeshore and deeply bowed.

Tang Zhiyong, surprised, asked, “Sister Chuxue, do you also believe in Lord Guan?”

Ye Chuxue shook her head, her eyes resolute as ice, with dimples lightly rotating, “What I worship is not him!”

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“Swish!”

Before Ye Chuxue’s voice fell, a mesmerizing green light streaked across the horizon.

Upon the blade of the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade, a green dragon spiraled, releasing a roar to the sky that captivated souls with its dragon and tiger’s cries.

Seeing the green dragon strike towards him, Li Chen’s hands suddenly spread open, and behind him, waves surged to form a waterfall-like Great Wall.

Filled with his fierce True Essence, it was as solid as a wall of brass and iron; even a cannon barrage might not make a dent.

Yet, under the mighty blade of the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade, it was like tofu, effortlessly split open.

In just the blink of an eye, two of the three defensive water barriers Li Chen had set up were already shattered by Long Wuhen’s overwhelming force.

Soon, even the third one was in grave danger!

In an instant, Li Chen was plunged into peril.

Long Wuhen, seeing himself firmly in the upper hand, couldn’t hide his triumphant expression.

“Li Chen, you scoundrel, Jianghu speaks of you as Donghua Li Immortal Master, astonishing to the world, a Martial Arts genius once in a century.

Yet today, you seem rather ordinary!”

“Old man, don’t you think it’s a bit premature to talk about victory now?”

Li Chen shouted from midair, his arms swiftly opening like a Roc spreading its wings.

In a matter of moments, a rolling black cloud pressed down upon the city, colliding and merging together.

The sky grew even darker, nearly leaving one blind.

The black clouds were so low they seemed as if they could drop out of the sky at any moment.

“Boom!”

A deafening sound exploded in the air, and out of the black clouds a giant hand formed, crashing down.

“Hanging Cloud Hand!”

This was the second sword of the True Martial Thirteen Swords, the Hanging Cloud Hand.

A hand that gathers a thousand clouds, descending to startle ghosts and gods!

At this moment, even Long Wuhen’s expression became grave.

He had thought that Li Chen, being only in his twenties, even if he had reached Innate, was probably only at the Early Innate phase.

Never had he expected him to have such a terrifying ace up his sleeve.

No wonder Tie Wudi, Qin Tianlong, Gui Ku, and the likes were defeated by Li Chen’s hand.

With this move, the Hanging Cloud Hand, how could they not be defeated?

Facing the looming black clouds, Long Wuhen didn’t dare to be overconfident; he desperately waved the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade, turning the ground beneath him into the eye of a whirlpool, creating a colossal Tornado, like a sweeping storm, barreling towards Li Chen.

“Bring it on!”

Li Chen laughed heartily to the sky, a ball of lightning quickly gathering in his palm before being tossed into the midair.

“Boom!”

The lightning ball exploded, brightening the already pitch-black sky into a blinding pallor, stinging the eyes painfully.

In that instant, Li Chen already stepped across the dark clouds and fierce winds, swiftly closing the distance, charging at Long Wuhen.

At the same time, concealed within his sleeve, the White Bone Jade Sword had turned into a coiled venomous snake, ready for an Absolute Kill.

Seeing Li Chen dive down, ready to fight him in close combat, Long Wuhen was startled; he raised the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade, striking forward.

This blade weighs a thousand pounds, and it could level a mountain top with its fierce might.

Li Chen hovers mid-air, arms extended.

Amidst the rolling black clouds, a torrential rain pours down, dousing the city.

In the blink of an eye, all the misty rain transforms into thousands of razor-sharp blades, as if countless strong bows and crossbows have unleashed their volleys, enveloping Long Wuhen.

“Clang!”

“Crash and roar!”

Sounds of collision, shots fired, and roars…

each sound pierces the ear, unceasing like a continuous thread.

Like armored cavalry, their vigor swallows thousands of miles like a tiger.

“Too fierce, truly terrifying!”

On the riverbank, Zhang Tianrui sucks in a breath of cold air, letting out an incredulous gasp.

“Immortal Master Li’s use of True Yuan has reached a state where it does his bidding, as if by divine intervention.

This Ten miles of West Lake, all the misty rain, is infused within his True Yuan.

Long Wuhen might still hold on, but if it were me, I probably would’ve already lain dead on these waves of West Lake!”

Qin Tianlong shakes his head in admiration, while also secretly feeling relieved about his own wise decision.

If Li Chen wins this battle, Long Family’s decline will be set in stone.

By then, Qin Family can seize the opportunity to rise swiftly, becoming the dominant power in Jiangnan.

Seeing his father so full of praise for Li Chen, Qin Feng feels somewhat unconvinced.

He wants to persuade his father not to belittle himself.

However, before the words leave his mouth, he feels that saying such things would be self-deceitful, so he swallows the words back with a bitter smile.

In this life, I fear I won’t ever surpass him!

Oh, why live Feng when Chen is born?

“Hehe, Mr.

Qin, aren’t you underestimating the Long Family a bit too much?

They have been entrenched in Jiangnan for a century.

Long Wuhen’s cultivation is far above you and me, and with Lord Guan’s support of the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade, even if Li Immortal Master possesses heavenly-defying powers, he’s still just a mere youngster.

I don’t believe he can turn the heavens upside down!”

The speaker, named Lin Chongyang, Sect Leader of the Xingyi Sect, and an Innate Grandmaster, with close personal ties to the Long Family, saw Qin Tianlong praising Li Chen as if he was a god, feeling resentful in his heart, thus he spoke out to counter.

Qin Tianlong doesn’t want to fall out with Lin Chongyang, so he simply forces a smile and says, “Brother Lin, arguing here is pointless.

Let’s just watch and see whose hands will hold the victory.”

“Hmph!” Lin Chongyang, seeing Qin Tianlong behaving appropriately, snorts dismissively and pays no further attention to him.

By now, Li Chen and Long Wuhen have clashed for over thirty rounds.

Both sides have skirted with death several times, yet no victor has emerged.

Li Chen turns in mid-air, deliberately revealing a flaw to Long Wuhen.

Long Wuhen, eager for victory, falls for the bait and charges forward with his blade.

Seeing this, Li Chen grins, revealing eight neat little white teeth.

“Long Wuhen, you’ve been tricked, die!”

As his words sound out, the White Bone Jade Sword hidden in Li Chen’s sleeve, exuding flames of seizing life, slashes through the air and strikes directly towards Long Wuhen’s throat, the Life Gate.

Long Wuhen is horror-stricken, mentally crying out in alarm, attempting to retreat desperately.

But having entered the net, how could Li Chen let the fish escape?

Just then, from the Long Family’s yacht, the Think Tank Chen Buyi yells in alarm.

“Not good, the Family Head is in danger!”

“Lord, let’s take action quickly.

If we delay, the consequences will be unthinkable!”

However, Long Wujiang responds with a calm wave of his hand, confidently saying, “Think Tank, don’t be hasty, I believe in my brother’s strength.

He will surely be able to turn the tide and defeat that youngster Li Chen!”

“Furthermore, if we act rashly now, taking advantage of numbers would make our victory illegitimate.

If this were to spread, how would others view our Long Family?”

Chen Buyi is frantic, “But Lord…”

Before he finishes speaking, Long Wujiang waves his hand to interrupt, saying coldly, “Think Tank, there are no ‘buts’.

I have my own discretion, just watch and you’ll see!”

The other two Grandmasters, Fan Guang and Wang Yang, exchange glances, seeing the gravity in each other’s eyes.

Anyone with clear eyes could see that by now, Long Wuhen has completely fallen into disadvantage, and defeat is merely a matter of time.

His own brother, Long Wujiang, is refusing to aid him; there must be something fishy about this.

However, this is an internal matter of the Long Family, and it wasn’t their place to comment, so they choose to remain silent and watch how things unfold.

Their guess is not wrong; Long Wujiang indeed has his own calculations.

Even if that Immortal Master Li defeats his own elder brother, it would be a pyrrhic victory.

At that time, by joining forces with two Grandmaster Venerated Elders and eight Half-step Innate experts, defeating the severely wounded Li Chen would be like picking ripe fruit off a tree.

Then, he would emerge as the hero who saves the Long Family from the brink of disaster, dramatically turn the tide, and his prestige would certainly surpass his brother’s.

Perhaps he could even realize his wish and ascend to the position of Family Head.

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