Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2091 - 2091 2081 High-spirited

2091: Chapter 2081: High-spirited 2091: Chapter 2081: High-spirited Two figures leaped down from atop the Azure Dragon, one radiating a golden light—it was the apprentice Tian Shu had been constantly thinking about.

Although the Holy King was arrogant and tyrannical in the Seven Stars, Tian Shu truly cherished this disciple.

And the other was Long Yan, the one he wanted to protect, coming back at this critical moment was indeed unwise.

Tian Shu forced a smile, but given Long Yan’s personality, it would have been strange if he hadn’t come back upon hearing the news.

“Master!”

The Holy King hurriedly increased his speed and supported Tian Shu, who was leaning backwards, his face filled with fury.

“You two shouldn’t have come back.”

Tian Shu sighed and looked towards Long Yan.

“Of course we had to come back!”

Long Yan turned his head, and even the dozen strong ones who had been entwining Zhou Xuantong retreated.

Tianwei, however, was in no hurry to launch an attack; Long Yan had already trapped himself by returning.

“You’re back?”

Zhou Xuantong knew his disciple’s personality better than anyone: although not fond of fighting, he valued relationships deeply and would surely return upon hearing the news.

“Yes, Master, let’s chat later, I’ll go clean up those minions first.”

The disciples stopped fighting and returned to their respective camps, eyeing their opponents fiercely.

“I really didn’t expect it, Long Yan, you truly are loyal and righteous.”

Tianwei spoke in a mocking tone, but Long Yan’s return did save him a great deal of effort.

“Enough talk, are you ready to die?”

The massive figure of the Azure Dragon was a conglomeration of time, and also a method of utilizing the Time Principle.

If Long Yan’s ability had been stronger, he could have conjured an even mightier Azure Dragon.

“Hmph!”

With a cold snort, Tianwei manifested a chain in his hand, identical to the one Qin Tianlu had used, but Long Yan felt an earth-shattering Demonic Qi emanating from it.

Showing no weakness, Long Yan summoned the Magic Gun, the contained Demonic Qi startling Tianwei.

Surprised, his expression soon turned greedy, realizing that with such an artifact, his strength could reach a new level.

“Demon God Slash.”

Changing his previous demeanor, Tianwei got serious, his Demon God emitting a Sword Qi that made Long Yan struggle considerably; a Half-Step Divine Emperor was no joke.

“Kneel and die, I’ll leave your body intact.”

Contrary to Long Yan’s prepared stance, Tianwei seemed much more relaxed, attacking while still talking trash.

“Gun like a roaming dragon.”

The Magic Gun transformed into a crimson roaming dragon and ferociously struck Tianwei, the immense power causing the Demon God behind him to tremble.

The greedy look on Tianwei’s face towards the Magic Gun intensified, such an artifact was coveted by everyone, and as he thought, Tianwei further increased his attack speed.

The continuous swings of the greatsword carried traces of afterimages, Long Yan, now without the strength to counter, could only passively defend against Tianwei’s attacks, each strike causing his hands to go numb.

“Stop struggling, just die obediently!”

Long Yan was not affected by Tianwei, instead pondering how to counterattack; the defensive power of the Demon God’s phantom was bizarrely twisted, as Long Yan’s powerful strike just now hadn’t inflicted any damage.

“Tai Chi Array.”

Unceasing Tai Chi radiance bombarded the Demon God’s body, causing the phantom to tremble.

Seeing that he had defended against Long Yan’s attack, the smile on Tianwei’s face grew broader.

“It’s useless.”

Clearly, the defensive and offensive power of the Demon God’s phantom exceeded Long Yan’s expectations, but it was not invincible; he had already figured out a countermeasure.

“Die!”

As the enormous sword aura swung, Long Yan had already flashed away far in advance.

As long as Long Yan wished, under the distortion of the Time Principle, no attack could reach him.

“Eight Desolate Mysterious Fire Sting.”

Long Yan’s body fiercely erupted into flames, transforming into a vast and mighty fire dragon that viciously slammed into the body of the Demon God, causing Tianwei’s body to tremble.

“Damn it.”

In Tianwei’s sight, Long Yan was like a slippery loach, impossible to hit and always managing to strike him intermittently.

“Demon God Chains.”

The chains in-hand targeted Long Yan’s position, spinning and flying toward him.

“Time Principle.”

The Time Principle could even slow down entities formed from True Qi.

Dodging the chains sideways, his in-hand Demon Spear fiercely stabbed into the body of the Demon God, causing another tremor.

“I want you dead!”

Watching Long Yan dodge his attack again, the furious Tianwei lost his sanity with his Demon God’s sword relentlessly chopping after Long Yan.

Compared to him, Long Yan seemed relaxed, surrounded by light, darting about the Demon God, occasionally jabbing with his Demon Gun.

“Kid, dare you not run.”

Tianwei’s bellow echoed throughout the Seven-Star Hall.

Although his attacks were powerful, they were ineffective against Long Yan.

Even though Long Yan’s attacks weren’t that powerful, they were significantly irksome to Tianwei.

“Azure Dragon Sting.”

Long Yan’s attack made the silhouette of the Demon God wobble, and unusually, Tianwei felt the True Qi contained within rapidly depleting.

“What sorcery are you using, kid!”

Tianwei couldn’t believe his eyes, considering Long Yan was just a Fourth Rank God King and yet was shaking a Half-Step Divine Emperor.

He knew all his attacks relied on the Demon God’s shadow; targeting it was practically crippling half his combat power.

A contemptuous smile curled on Long Yan’s lips.

The shadow of the Demon God might have been tough, but Long Yan focused his attacks on the same spot, eventually penetrating even the strong defense.

“Damn it.”

Tianwei cursed in frustration, realizing through repeated battles what had damaged his Demon God’s shadow.

Long Yan’s tactic might sound simple, but how could one assure precision while scrambling for survival?

This level of combat was as difficult as reaching heaven; however, Long Yan had achieved it, and despite being the enemy, Tianwei felt compelled to acknowledge his prowess.

“Eight Desolate Mysterious Fire Sting.”

The fire-formed dragon surged toward his opponent again, its grand presence overwhelming Tianwei, but he wasn’t about to just stand by.

“Demon God’s Fierce Attack.”

The crimson light clashed with the giant fire dragon.

Though strong, Long Yan’s attack, augmented by the Magic Gun, was clearly superior, shattering it into countless pieces instantly.

The fire dragon fiercely struck Tianwei, almost knocking the breath out of him as the surrounding True Qi nearly dispersed.

Tianwei felt his body out of his control, stepping back four or five steps, no longer a match for Long Yan in terms of combat power.

Seeing Long Yan’s attack undoubtedly boosted the morale of everyone in the Seven-Star Hall significantly.

Many sects were like that; as long as someone with top combat power took a stand, others would gain the courage to fight the opposing side.

“You’ve grown a lot.”

Zhou Xuantong couldn’t help but remark, reminiscing the dispirited appearance of Long Yan when he first arrived at the Seven-Star Hall compared to his spirited demeanor now—they hardly seemed like the same person!