Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2109 - 2109 2099 Three Heavenly Transformations

2109: Chapter 2099: Three Heavenly Transformations 2109: Chapter 2099: Three Heavenly Transformations Suddenly, an oppressive feeling descended upon Long Yan, and between breaths, Long Yan’s figure had vanished from the spot, and a gigantic Iron Stick appeared where Long Yan had just been standing.

“This is the first of the Three Heavenly Transformations of my Cultivation technique, the Sky Splitting Change!”

Sun Ling’s ferocious face slowly opened his mouth to exclaim, looking now like an angry god.

The Iron Stick from just a moment ago was merely a warning; the next attack would be the main dish.

“Show me what you’ve got.”

Long Yan’s clothes fluttered without any wind, and the True Qi of the world around him started to rotate into a pitch-black Tornado as Long Yan stimulated it.

The black Tornado slowly gathered on the spear, and the violent hurricane slammed into Sun Ling’s body with force.

This terrifying might did not shake Sun Ling in the slightest; the Iron Stick in his hand had disappeared, only to reappear effortlessly, colliding with the hurricane.

Between the two attacks, sparks flew constantly, and with just a casual strike, Sun Ling managed to block Long Yan’s attack.

“Just give up.”

Sun Ling gently lifted his right hand, which radiated a strong red glow.

“I can’t control the next attack.”

He really didn’t want Long Yan, an opponent like this, to fall here.

Looking at Long Yan’s youthful face, if given more time, Long Yan might well become a match for him.

“No.”

Long Yan’s reply was very simple; on his path of cultivation, he grew stronger in the face of strength and never backed down, and today was no exception.

If Long Yan chose to retreat today, Sun Ling would become the greatest demon on his path of cultivation.

“Good.”

Sun Ling respected Long Yan’s decision, closed his eyes, and with his full power, the Crevice on his face and body grew deeper, but his Breath remained very stable, with two streams of white steam spraying out from his nostrils.

Facing the pressure coming his way, Long Yan remained very calm on his face.

If he chose to shrink back from difficulty, why continue the cultivation of an Immortal?

“Ao!”

Sun Ling had lost control.

With his strength, he was not yet able to control his own Three Heavenly Transformations.

As he entered the state of the first transformation, all rationality disappeared, not stopping until his opponent was torn to shreds.

With a bestial roar from his mouth, the Iron Stick, which had originally vanished, appeared once again in his hand, with a bright red cloak fluttering behind him in the wind.

“This…”

Long Yan merely parried with his spear, but his body flew backward, crashing harshly into the Wall, and the protective shield meant to block martial arts shattered like glass.

“Quick, quick, evacuate everyone.”

Bai Xiaosheng, seeing this scene, hurriedly evacuated all the spectators; the power of the Three Heavenly Transformations was so immense that one strike shattered the protective shield, making it hard to imagine how dire Long Yan’s condition would be after taking a direct hit.

“Let’s all join hands.”

Sun Ling’s figure rushed toward Long Yan like a Shell, and the cultivators participating in the competition joined hands to raise the shattered protective shield once again.

“Ao.”

Hearing this indistinct roar, Long Yan felt pain in every inch of his body, surprised at the terrifying strength of Sun Ling.

Sounds of whooshing through the air reached his ears, and instinctively, Long Yan flew into the sky.

A red figure crashed into the ground, shattering the tiles that had covered the stage into dust, and the ground around it instantly turned to powder.

“Damn.”

Looking at the scene on the ground, Long Yan couldn’t help but let out a couple of curses—it was too horrifying.

Eyes without pupils suddenly flashed with a white light, as if they had locked onto Long Yan’s position, and the figure bent its knees, charging towards Long Yan in the sky.

Long Yan noticed that after entering the Sky Splitting Change state, Sun Ling had not only lost his reason but even his way of fighting.

Now, Sun Ling fought like a primitive beast, not using True Qi, all his True Qi was utilized to maintain his powerful body.

For instance, the flashes of fire emerging from the crevices were the traces of True Qi burning.

He dodged to the side, avoiding the charging Sun Ling.

After understanding his opponent’s skills, Long Yan had a plan.

He gently landed on the ground.

Sun Ling had been knocked into the air, and his location was unknown.

Long Yan’s fingers rapidly tapped in the air, and in an instant, he had set up more than a dozen Formation traps.

Not quite reassured, Long Yan placed several more Formation traps around.

A loud roar fell from the sky, and Long Yan’s figure vanished from the spot.

A series of explosion noises resounded continuously within the stage.

Both the spectators who were evacuating and the cultivators maintaining the protective barrier were stunned—the situation of the battle had instantly shifted.

In an instant, Sun Ling’s cries of pain rose from the stage; the spectacle of at least a dozen Tai Chi Formation explosions was magnificent.

The fierce flames from the explosions reached every corner of the stage.

“Is he not dead yet?”

Within Long Yan’s golden eyes, a huge True Qi condensate appeared.

Although there was much less True Qi around, it hadn’t quite reached a point of complete exhaustion.

From beneath his feet, countless red Iron Sticks burst out of the ground.

Not just from underground, but even from the sky fell countless Iron Sticks, while Sun Ling himself wielded an Iron Stick as he charged from the front, with Long Yan backed by a Giant Stone shield.

For a moment, Sun Ling had sealed off all of Long Yan’s paths of escape.

The In-hand Demon Spear suddenly shone brightly, the terrifying light that shone on Sun Ling’s face even causing his figure to falter.

“Go!”

Long Yan could no longer hold back, regardless of whether it was an ace up his sleeve.

The Demon Spear in his hand flew towards Sun Ling, and though it lacked his own imposing force, it contained an energy that filled the spectators with dread.

“Retreat, quickly retreat.”

From below the stage, Chu Bei urged the adjacent cultivators, knowing the energy contained within the Demon Spear was not something they could withstand.

Upon hearing Chu Bei’s words, all the cultivators turned and ran, regretting not being born with an extra pair of legs.

The spectators around had already evacuated, standing far away on a Mountain to watch the battle.

The moment the Demon Spear touched Sun Ling, a gigantic mushroom cloud rose above the stage, and a powerful force swept through everything around it, causing the entire Arena to vanish in that instant.

Long Yan coughed hard twice, the blast had even caught him in its embrace, not to mention the direct hit on Sun Ling.

Under normal circumstances, Long Yan would never use this move, for its range of impact was too wide.

But the current situation forced Long Yan to resort to this move.

Sun Ling’s figure in the center was a picture of misery; his golden helmet and golden armor were already shattered, making him look like a beggar.

Yet flames still blazed from his body.

Long Yan couldn’t help feeling a sense of helplessness—was Sun Ling some kind of monster?

Why couldn’t such a powerful attack take him down?

Pushing aside the surrounding debris, Sun Ling pulled his Iron Stick from the Ruins and charged once more towards Long Yan, though his speed was no longer as fast as it had been initially.