Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2052 - 2052 2042 Traitor

2052: Chapter 2042: Traitor 2052: Chapter 2042: Traitor Seeing Meng Shentong and Lan Qianzhong approaching with ill intentions, Long Yan felt quite indifferent inside.

Many had tried to take his life, but none had succeeded.

“I really didn’t expect that the Seven-Star Hall’s reach would extend to me.”

Meng Shentong’s face was somewhat contorted; this news had come from the Heavenly Gate Sect behind him, otherwise, he would still be trying to win over Long Yan.

“It seems that our rivalry over the years has caused these outsiders to underestimate us.”

Lan Qianzhong regained his composure, yet his hands were tightly clenched into fists, with red light flowing over his body.

No matter how intense their strife, once there were foreign invaders, both would stand together.

“Murderous intent rampages.”

“Blood Shadow layers upon layers.”

Two 8th-Rank God Kings struck together, bringing a momentum that seemed to darken the sun and rip apart the black night sky with their crimson hues; roaring waves of blood surged towards Long Yan.

“The Time Principle.”

“Nine Nether Spirit Devouring Thunder Flame.”

Purple flames continuously swirled around Long Yan, forming an impervious net of fire.

With a flick of Long Yan’s finger, the fiery net charged towards the two men’s Sea of Blood.

Even though the Nine Nether Spirit Devouring Thunder Flame was powerful, the two opponents far surpassed Long Yan in strength.

At the moment of contact, a clang was heard, yet it only held for a brief moment before shattering.

Once the wave of blood broke through the Nine Nether Spirit Devouring Thunder Flame’s fiery net, it lost its previous momentum and was effortlessly shattered by a casual palm from Long Yan.

“Indeed worthy of a disciple from the Seven-Star Hall, such strength is somewhat admirable, but you should also die here.”

From the previous exchange, Meng Shentong had already roughly gauged Long Yan’s ability.

Given time, Long Yan would become an insurmountable opponent for him.

“This child cannot be left alive.”

Long Yan’s combat power had instilled fear in both of them; he was a mere 1st Level God King who could withstand a joint strike from both.

Fingers shaped into claws, carrying a howling wind, the two men aimed to crush Long Yan’s head.

“Whew.”

Long Yan slowly exhaled, as if blind to the attacks of his two adversaries, he closed his eyes, his body glowing with an azure light.

A massive roar reverberated across the battlefield, causing Lan Qianzhong and Meng Shentong’s strikes to falter with fright.

Around Long Yan, an Azure Dragon flowed slowly, surprisingly causing their movements to become sluggish as if they had been captured in a still frame, even their facial expressions becoming intermittent.

“Thunderfire Dragon Slash.”

Long Yan dared not take them lightly, all his trump cards laid out.

He had already alerted the Seven-Star Hall’s reinforcements; he just needed to hold out a little longer.

The Nine Nether Spirit Devouring Flame coated Dragon Tooth; a day-darkening purple saber qi flew from its blade, cleaving towards both Meng Shentong and Lan Qianzhong.

Affected by the Prohibition of the Time Principle, both could only watch the saber qi fly towards them in what felt like slow motion.

With a “boom,” the saber qi kicked up dust from martial arts practice as it traveled.

Even for 8th-Rank God Kings, taking Long Yan’s strike was no easy feat.

Meng Shentong clutched his abdomen, his eyes full of venom as he glared at Long Yan.

Beside him, Lan Qianzhong’s face was marred with scars, his white hair disheveled, looking dramatically different from the youthful visage at the start.

Long Yan too was not faring well; prolonged use of his Time Principle had greatly exhausted him.

Now, all he wanted was to collapse and sleep deeply, barely able to muster the strength to hold up Dragon Tooth.

Evidently, his two opponents were somewhat afraid to act recklessly; Long Yan’s tactics were too odd.

Anyone approaching him found their speed drastically reduced.

“What sorcery is this, you little beast?”

Panting heavily, Lan Qianzhong spoke, wishing he could tear Long Yan apart but fearful of the bizarre ability that had almost capsized his boat in the gutter.

“Old thing, if you’re capable, come and try.”

Long Yan’s face remained indifferent, lifting his Dragon Tooth.

Lan Qianzhong, known for his temper, immediately wanted to rush forward but was stopped by Meng Shentong.

“Supreme Elder, he is provoking you, don’t fall for it.”

Meng Shentong emphasized the words “provoking you” very heavily, and the impulsive Lan Qianzhong halted, showing an semblance of smugness.

“Brat, even if I don’t take the bait, if you dare, come on over.”

With a smug look on his face, a cold smile hung on the corner of Long Yan’s mouth.

“Old scoundrel, admit it if you’re scared.”

“You…”

Lan Qianzhong’s temper could not stand being goaded and immediately wanted to charge in, but remembering Meng Shentong’s words, he halted his steps again.

Thus, both sides remained at a standoff, with Long Yan quietly standing his ground, while the two men opposite watched him warily, dreading any bizarre tactics they couldn’t dodge.

“Aren’t you tired?

Since the Blood Shadow Sect will vanish tonight, why not have an open and honest talk?”

Long Yan sat on the ground and gestured with open hands.

“Ha ha ha…”

Meng Shentong and Lan Qianzhong burst into laughter as if Long Yan’s words were the funniest joke between heaven and earth.

Unaware of Long Yan’s true identity from the Heavenly Gate Sect, Meng Shentong assumed Long Yan was just an ordinary Inner Sect Disciple from the Seven-Star Hall.