Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 1047 - 1047 1047 Tough Strength_1

1047: Chapter 1047: Tough Strength_1 1047: Chapter 1047: Tough Strength_1 “Despicable!”

Jun Lingtian immediately reprimanded, his tone filled with disdain.

“The Three Great Forces are truly despicable, damn it.

I’ve never seen people as despicable as them.”

“What kind of bullshit Three Great Forces?

They actually have the audacity to make such false claims.

If they can’t accept defeat, then they shouldn’t fucking step out and disgrace themselves.”

“The Sect Leader has clearly defeated Blood Asura, yet they refuse to acknowledge it.

Even a fool can tell who won and who lost.”

“Shameless!

Why should we be polite with them?

Fight it out with them, goddamnit!

Do they think we of the Zhenyang Sect are easy to bully?”

…

The people of the Zhenyang Sect and the Jiu Xiao Dynasty are all filled with righteous indignation, burning with rage in their hearts.

Even a fool can tell that Blood Asura has been defeated.

If he hadn’t been taken away at the critical moment, he would probably already be a corpse.

The fact that the Three Great Forces refuse to acknowledge this, going out of their way to find excuses, was truly despicable.

The people of the Three Great Forces all had their heads lowered.

Even they couldn’t find any excuse to refute.

“The Three Great Forces are truly despicable.

Have you three lost even the courage to admit the truth?

You’re worse than dogs.”

Jun Lingtian mocked unreservedly, he couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Jun Lingtian, you…”

Tu Xiaotian, the Supreme Master of Taiyuan, and the Lord of Chunqiu, all had killing intent in their eyes, grinding their teeth furiously.

Although they also felt somewhat guilty, what they said was the truth.

Blood Asura did not admit defeat and did not die at the hands of Long Yan, which does not prove that Long Yan defeated Blood Asura.

“Older brother, forget it!”

Long Yan seemed to have anticipated that Tu Xiaotian, the Supreme Master of Taiyuan, and the Lord of Chunqiu would respond this way.

He waved his hand, signaling Jun Lingtian not to argue any further.

“The three of you are right.

I didn’t kill Blood Asura, and Blood Asura didn’t admit defeat.

I’ve just remained undefeated.

Let’s consider this a draw.

You three should have no objections.”

Long Yan’s tone was very calm, showing no anger.

“It was indeed a draw.”

Tu Xiaotian snorted coldly, as if everything was as it seemed.

“Since that’s the case, what are the Three Great Forces still prepared to challenge?

If there’s no challenge, then it means that my Zhenyang Sect has completely defeated the Three Great Forces.”

A subtle smile hung on Long Yan’s face.

In the first round, the Three Great Forces challenged the disciples of the Zhenyang Sect.

In the second round, they challenged the Zhenyang Sect Leader.

What would they challenge in the third round?

“The third round, which is also the final round, naturally tests the depth of a force’s reserves.

The Southern Wasteland Continent does not permit the power of an Emperor, so a Quasi-emperor is the supreme strong one.

To become one of the Five Great Forces, the Zhenyang Sect naturally needs to possess the power of a Quasi-emperor.”

The Supreme Master of Taiyuan said, “We will send out a Quasi-emperor from the Three Great Forces.

As long as someone from the Zhenyang Sect can stay undefeated for an hour, they pass the test.”

They had already received word that the only Quasi-emperor in the Zhenyang Sect, Xing Yu, had already left the Zhenyang Sect, and there were no Quasi-emperors in the Zhenyang Sect’s camp.

In this round, the Zhenyang Sect was bound to lose.

“Damn it, the Three Great Forces really know when to strike.”

Upon hearing this, the expressions of Blood Mad Butcher, Qiu Canfeng and others all changed.

The Zhenyang Sect’s only Quasi-emperor had already gone to the Beiming Star Sea.

Their strength was not weak, especially the Blood Mad Butcher.

After merging with those eight bone blades, his strength had greatly increased.

Along with the Blood Burning Art, he had the confidence to kill an ordinary ancient emperor, but against a Quasi-emperor, he had no confidence at all.

Jun Lingtian also started to worry for the Zhenyang Sect.

“Sect Leader, let me go.

I’ll try, even if I have to stake my life on it.”

Blood Mad Butcher said to Long Yan.

Compared with Qiu Canfeng and the Purple Blood Jiao Dragon, his strength was stronger.

Surviving for an hour should be hopeful.

“Old Blood, I can’t possibly let you risk yourself.”

Long Yan shook his head slightly, even if it meant admitting defeat, he wouldn’t let the Blood Mad Butcher risk his life, not to mention, he had been prepared long ago.

“Lei Zhan, don’t hold back!”

At Long Yan’s signal, Lei Zhan stepped forward, his towering body standing in mid-air, invisible dominance spread out around him.

He was a born king.

As the Leader of the Thunder Tribe and the one who leads the existence of the entire Thunder Tribe, he was no ordinary man.

“Ancient Emperor, you’re just asking for death!”

Tu Xiaotian, the Supreme Master of Taiyuan, and the Lord of Chunqiu, seeing that Lei Zhan is just an Ancient Emperor, all sneered in their hearts.

An Ancient Emperor challenging a Quasi-emperor is indeed seeking death.

The next moment, an elderly man walked out from the camp of the Three Great Forces, flew into mid-air, and stood opposite Lei Zhan.

He was a Quasi-emperor, a Quasi-emperor from Tai Yuan Palace, known as the Golden Flame Sovereign.

The Golden Flame Sovereign also had a renowned reputation in the Southern Wasteland Continent.

After his promotion to Ancient Emperor, he gradually disappeared from people’s sight.

The strength of the Golden Flame Sovereign was somewhat stronger than the average Quasi-emperor.

“Losing a Quasi-emperor, the Tai Yuan Palace must be vomiting blood.”

Long Yan sneered in his heart, no matter how strong the Golden Flame Sovereign was, he wouldn’t be a match for Lei Zhan.

Losing a Quasi-emperor was akin to a bone-crushing injury for Tai Yuan Palace.

In the sky, Lei Zhan, with his hands behind his back, looked contemptuously down, only an Emperor could make him use his strength, he didn’t even care about Quasi-emperors.

As the Leader of the Thunder Tribe, he inherited the will of the ancient Thunder Tribe, and carried pride in his bloodline.

“You’re just an Ancient Emperor, seeking death!”

The contemptuous gaze of Lei Zhan made the Golden Flame Sovereign very uneasy.

He, the dignified Quasi-emperor, was actually being despised by an Ancient Emperor.

Rage flared up in his heart, and his killing intent spread.

“In front of this emperor, you, a mere Quasi-emperor, it’s too easy to kill you.”

Lei Zhan spoke slowly, his tone equally dismissive.

“Seeking death!”

The expression of the Golden Flame Sovereign suddenly grew cold, the aura of a Quasi-emperor firing up, he threw a fierce punch at Lei Zhan.

The power of the Quasi-emperor erupted from his fist, the space directly shattered by the punch, such was the fierceness of a Quasi-emperor’s power.

“When the Sect Leader wants your life, you must die!”

As his words fell, Lei Zhan’s fingers suddenly clenched into a fist, the power of Thunderbolt erupting from his fist, thunderbolts wandering around the void, as if to turn into a sea of thunderbolts.

“Boom!”

In an instant, their fists clashed, causing the space to collapse.

At this moment, the Golden Flame Sovereign’s expression changed dramatically, his figure retreating a hundred meters, his chest heaving, forcibly swallowing a mouthful of blood.

“What?”

Seeing this, Tu Xiaotian, the Supreme Master of Taiyuan, and the Lord of Chunqiu all showed great changes in their expressions, a chill rising in their hearts.

Just one move, only one move and the Golden Flame Sovereign has been pushed back, he was totally outmatched.

Lei Zhan, being just an Ancient Emperor, is so formidable.

When did such a powerful figure appear in the Zhenyang Sect?

Zhenyang Sect has hidden too deep, even the Golden Flame Sovereign was not a match.

This time, the Three Great Forces were completely defeated.

Tu Xiaotian, the Supreme Master of Taiyuan, and the Lord of Chunqiu all felt helpless in their hearts.