Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2341 - 2341 2331 Battle!

2341: Chapter 2331: Battle!

2341: Chapter 2331: Battle!

The disparity between the realms of the two people is not as simple as one plus one, but rather, Long Yan now stands before Long Qingtu with no chance to fight back.

Sheathing the Lu Xian Sword in his hand, Long Yan now appeared to have given up resistance.

However, with a wave of his right hand, the Qilin Blood Demon Gun appeared in his grasp.

“I have to give it a try.”

Yet, just one direct clash made Long Yan feel soreness throughout his body.

The reputation of a Supreme Master truly lived up to its name.

“You choose obstinacy, so I won’t hold back next.

Although I won’t take your life, the pain will be excruciating.”

Long Qingtu had already resolved to let Long Yan experience the might of his Divine Emperor Eighth Level strength, which was ultimately beneficial for Long Yan’s future growth.

“What is this?”

However, upon seeing the Qilin Blood Demon Gun in Long Yan’s hand, Long Qingtu’s expression slightly froze, before sharply drawing a breath.

Though the Lu Xian Sword from earlier was indeed a fine divine weapon, it was merely on par with the one in his own hand.

But this spear, in Long Qingtu’s eyes, was absolutely beyond the category of ordinary divine weapons.

He had a feeling this spear might surpass his own weapon by an entire tier.

More importantly, this spear had appeared in Long Yan’s possession.

The principle of “an innocent man might perish for holding a treasure” was common sense in the cultivation world.

Without matching strength, who can ensure no one harbors greed for it?

What’s more, those strong ones can easily snatch such a weapon.

This further solidified Long Qingtu’s determination to take Long Yan back to the Eastern Ancient Clan.

He even considered ignoring their prearranged agreement and taking Long Yan away directly, but he suppressed the thought, for after all, he was his Grandpa, and their relationship hadn’t deteriorated to that extent yet.

As for Qing Li behind him, seeing the expression on Long Qingtu’s face, she turned pale as ash.

Was this truly to be her fate?

Long Yan’s thoughts, however, were straightforward—his swordsmanship was far less profound than Long Qingtu’s.

If he forced a fight with the sword, he would certainly lose.

Using a weapon Long Qingtu didn’t understand might give him a slim chance at turning the tables.

The momentum of both surged ceaselessly.

A gust of wind quietly swept through, lifting the sand and stones on the ground.

In that instant, both transformed into streaks of flowing light.

Long Qingtu’s sword momentum remained incomparably sharp, while the magic spear in Long Yan’s hand pierced straight for the yellow dragon.

Yet under the terrifying sword momentum, all the spear light was cleaved in two.

Just one exchange revealed the winner and loser.

The magic spear struck the spine of the sword, making Long Yan’s tiger’s mouth throb with numbness.

Fragmented starlight shot out from Long Qingtu’s sword, the initially tiny starlight seeming to carry infinite power.

In the face of danger, Long Yan tilted his head, and the starlight grazed his cheek.

“Hah.”

A light chuckle escaped.

The magic spear in Long Yan’s hand flipped downward, thrusting directly toward Long Qingtu.

Unexpectedly, the latter was completely unruffled; with a sweep of sword qi, he blocked Long Yan’s fierce strike.

In an instant, the two separated, Long Qingtu unmoving in place, while Long Yan staggered back a dozen steps.

“Give it up.

Come back with me.”

Long Qingtu’s gaze was as still as an ancient well, devoid of any ripples.

Long Yan only felt a burning pain in his hands.

Physical power couldn’t provide suppression, which meant Long Qingtu’s body was indeed that of a solid Divine Emperor Eighth Level.

“Martial God Array!”

The flowing light scattered outward seemed to find its target, drilling into Long Yan’s body.

Yet, different from before, a colorful phantom emerged behind Long Yan, indistinct and blurred, like it had been pixelated.

“This move?”

Though Long Qingtu didn’t recognize the Martial God Array, he could sense its explosive power.

For a moment, he couldn’t determine whether the Martial God Array was a technique or a treasure, but he knew one thing: Long Yan held too many secrets, and this strengthened the resolve of his convictions.

Long Yan gasped for breath, taking deep gulps of air.

Ever since stepping into the Realm of the Divine Emperor, he hadn’t truly fully unleashed the Martial God Array within him.

Who would have thought the heavens would now manifest such an anomaly?

Long Qingtu perceived the myriad lights falling around the area, wisely leaving himself a maneuver.

He partially unsealed and then locked this patch of space.

For a Supreme Master, such a task was exceedingly simple.

The gathered observers could only feel the seal but couldn’t see anything within the space.

“That old codger Long Qingtu actually sealed the space.”

A skeletal finger lightly tapped the seal Long Qingtu had formed.

A tattered old man sighed, his deeply furrowed face holding not a shred of vitality, resembling a moving corpse.

Yet if any passing cultivators were nearby, they would immediately see the terrifying power contained within the frail body of this elderly man.

“It seems there’s truly a treasure hidden on that grandson of his he’s been searching for all these years.”

Scarlet pupils and thick blood qi confirmed that the speaker wasn’t someone to be trifled with.

Though his clothing appeared resplendent, the rolling demonic qi emanating from him clearly indicated he was no virtuous figure.

“You’re all just like mice—smelling the bait and scurrying over.”

This time, the speaker was an elderly woman, her age evident but her features remarkably well-preserved, as if she were a favored child of time, showing little outward signs of aging.

Though her tone was pointed, the surrounding people instinctively made way for her.

Yet, not everyone present was fearful of her.

“Fairy Bing Xin, you criticize others, but aren’t you standing here as well?”

The man with the blood-colored pupils merely snorted coldly, retorting with sarcasm.

“I’m only here to witness the touching scene of Long Big Brother finding his closest kin.

How could I be the same as a crooked demon like yourself, hmm, Shura?”

Fairy Bing Xin, her expression icy as frost, immediately countered Shura’s mockery.

Her true thoughts, however, were likely known to none but her.

Shura wanted to say more, but Fairy Bing Xin had already turned away, refusing to look at him, leaving him no choice but to drop the matter.

Inside the sealed space, Qing Li stared in shock at the duel.

Long Yan’s fierce spear strike required all of Long Qingtu’s strength to counter it.

In terms of physical prowess, Long Yan was shockingly on par with a Divine Emperor Eighth Level strong one.

Long Qingtu’s eyes revealed a trace of astonishment.

Such a treasure was undeniably extraordinary.

Not only would it tempt the elders outside, but also those peak-level figures would surely covet it.

After all, a treasure capable of allowing a Divine Emperor first stage cultivator to contend with a Divine Emperor Eighth Level master would certainly incite greed.

But clearly, what Long Qingtu didn’t know was that the Martial God Array within Long Yan would dissipate upon his death.

Those hoping to seize Long Yan’s treasure would likely end up empty-handed.

Not that it mattered—even if Long Yan were to explain that the Martial God Array would vanish, it wouldn’t guarantee his life.

The magic spear in his hand continued to dance, its movements rolling like ocean waves, each surge mightier than the last.

Within the technique was boundless force, catching Long Qingtu’s attention with admiration.

“As expected of my grandson; such skills are far beyond those so-called geniuses of today.”

“However, the true power of Divine Emperor Eighth Level lies beyond physical strength.”