Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 392 - 392 392 The Storm Strikes Fifth Update

392: Chapter 392: The Storm Strikes (Fifth Update) 392: Chapter 392: The Storm Strikes (Fifth Update) “Third Brother, it seems like your trip to the Southern Wasteland was not in vain – you’ve broken through to become Martial Venerable.”

Inside a quaint and elegant courtyard, eight people – Long Chen, Long Yan, Zhan Wushuang, Lingxi, Bai Ling, Leng Yuexi, Ye Han Smoke, and Fat Cat – were seated around a jade table.

Delicious pastries were placed on a stone table, along with jugs of Hundred Flower Brew.

News of Long Yan having broken through to become Martial Venerable brought forth a wave of envy from Long Chen.

Not only him, besides Bai Ling, everyone else also showed visible admiration.

“Well, it looks like Boss has completely left me behind this time.”

Fat Cat sighed.

He was still a Ninth-grade Demon King and needed some opportunity to break through to become Demon Venerable.

Now that Long Yan had broken through to become Martial Venerable, he had been completely left behind.

As for actual combat power, he was already a few blocks behind.

He couldn’t help but be reminded of the past… those were tearful days!

“You guys aren’t doing too bad either.”

Long Yan laughed and said to Bai Ling: “Bai Ling, congratulations on your breakthrough to Demon Venerable!”

Among those present, only Leng Yuexi was still at the ninth layer of the Heavenly Martial Realm.

Both Zhan Wushuang and Long Chen were at the eighth level of Martial King, Lingxi was at the seventh level of Martial King, while Ye Han Smoke, though slightly weaker, had broken through to the fourth level of Martial King.

In the scope of Shenwu Continent, this kind of strength was already not weak.

Moreover, everyone present had their fair share of powerful techniques, none below others at their same level.

“Thank you for your Nascent Infant Pill.”

Bai Ling quietly replied.

Without that Nascent Infant Pill, she would need more time to break through to become Demon Venerable.

“Big Brother, how confident are you in dealing with Leng Jiuyou?”

Zhan Wushuang abruptly asked.

Long Yan shook his head slightly, saying: “I have no confidence at all.

Leng Jiuyou has been taken over by the Nine Nether King who is a Demon Realm Supreme.

The methods he controls are absolutely not simple.

His late appearance definitely means that he is brewing some powerful method.

Even though I am Martial Venerable, it’s no different from trying to reach the sky if I am to kill him.”

“Nine Nether King, Demon Realm Supreme!”

Upon hearing this, everyone present, including Long Chen, drew a cold breath.

Although they didn’t know what this meant, they could fully imagine the strength of the Nine Nether King.

“The forces of the Ancient Sword Gate and the Ten Thousand Phenomena Sect are as good as gone.

Gu Yunxiao and Feng Wanli may be tough, but they don’t pose much threat.

The main targets are Leng Jiuyou, Ming Jiu, and Kill Wuji.

So long as these three are killed, it can be said that the calamities over Shenwu Continent are dispelled.

We do not have any assurance against Leng Jiuyou and Ming Jiu, but fighting Kill Wuji, Brother Wushuang and I could have a fifty percent chance of success if we join forces.”

Long Chen and Zhan Wushuang had already aimed at Kill Wuji, preparing to fight him together.

“Let’s play it by ear.

A battle with Leng Jiuyou is a matter of time.”

Long Yan said.

“Enough, let’s not talk about these upsetting matters.

Let’s chat about some happy topics.”

Afterwards, they shrugged off the topic of Leng Jiuyou, drinking and reminiscing about old times in cheerful laughter.

Even Ye Han Smoke, who was normally cold as a mountain, seemed less detached.

As time passed, within the Yanlong Dynasty, the Nether King Gu Poison was fully under control.

The overall strength of the Yanlong Dynasty had also reached a certain level – there were already over a hundred Martial Kings.

Although the situation seemed calm, everyone’s heart was shrouded in gloom.

Everyone knew that this was a brief calm before an impending storm.

Once Leng Jiuyou launched an attack, if Long Yan could not stand against him, Leng Jiuyou would rule over the Shenwu Continent, turning it into a human purgatory.

On the third day, the long-awaited storm finally arrived.

The sky was gloomy and the air was stifling.

High above Ling Wu City, Leng Jiuyou stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his aura restrained.

Ming Jiu, Jin Jiansheng, Gu Yunxiao, and Feng Wanli were standing respectfully behind him.

“Nine Nether King, you finally show up, I’ve been waiting a long time for you!”

Long Yan’s gaze fell on Leng Jiuyou.

Despite his current strength, he still couldn’t gauge Leng Jiuyou’s real strength.

A hundred or so people, including Long Chen, Zhan Wushuang, Bai Ling, Lingxi, Ye Han Smoke, Zhuge Qianzhong, Wu Kuangyun, Leng Qianqiu, Leng Yuexi, Lian Bubai, Long Cangqiong, Lu Xuanming, Asura King, and Venerable Han Bing from Lanling City, stood in a row behind Long Yan.

Even though their numbers definitely outmatched Leng Jiuyou’s group of five, each one wore a serious expression.

This wasn’t a contest where numbers alone could guarantee a win.

“Demon, I’ll tear you to pieces, give me back my son’s life!”

Leng Qianqiu looked at Leng Jiuyou, with a murderous intent rising from his eyes.

Long Yan had already divulged Leng Jiuyou’s background to everyone, but he refrained from mentioning that Nine Nether King was Demon Realm Supreme, an alarming truth that, if shared, would only deal a blow to their morale.

“Broke through to Martial Venerable, did you?”

Leng Jiuyou’s gaze was fixated only on Long Yan.

He saw at a glance that Long Yan had already broken through to the rank of Martial Venerable.

His expression, however, remained undisturbed, as if it was something he had anticipated.

“Back at the Lanling Martial Arts Conference, if it wasn’t for the assistance you received, you would have been suppressed by me a long time ago.

You’ve lived long enough, even if you’ve broken through to Martial Venerable, you can’t escape from my grasp.”

He still wasn’t taking Long Yan seriously.

“Nine Nether King, I’m curious to see how much strength you possess.”

Long Yan’s gaze hardened.

He intended to go all out in this battle.

He cannot lose, for, if he lost, not just him, but his family, friends, and everyone in Shenwu Continent would be doomed.

Hence, he had no other option.

“Presumptuous.”

Leng Jiuyou’s gaze took on a cold edge, and he prepared to personally suppress Long Yan.

“I will take on Leng Jiuyou and Ming Jiu.

You all handle the others.”

Long Yan said to Long Chen and the others.

Among those present, only he could contend with Leng Jiuyou and Ming Jiu.

He would focus entirely on dealing with Leng Jiuyou, while Chaos Sky Peng would deal with Ming Jiu.

As for Kill Wuji, Gu Yunxiao, and Feng Wanli, they would have to be handled by Long Chen and the others.

Kill Wuji has broken through to the Second Layer Martial Venerate, and his strength was naturally even more horrifying.

Lian Bubai, Wu Kuangyun, Leng Qianqiu, Zhuge Qianzhong, Venerable Han Bing, and the three Martial Venerables from Lanling City – in total, there were eight Martial Venerables.

Bai Ling, who had already become a Demon Venerable, Long Chen, and Zhan Wushuang, who had the strength of Martial Venerables, could team up to surround and attack Kill Wuji, Gu Yunxiao, and Feng Wanli.

They should be able to handle them.

“Be extremely careful, Yan’er!”

Long Cangqiong managed to warn.

This would be a battle of life and death, but unfortunately, his strength was too weak.

He couldn’t contribute much.

“Prepare to take action!”

Other than Long Chen, Zhan Wushuang and Fat Cat, all other Martial Kings and those in the Heavenly Martial Realm pulled back.

They wouldn’t be able to lend a hand in this sort of battle.

Right now, the faces of Long Yan and the others were solemn as they prepared to fight with their lives on the line.

This battle determined the fate of the Shenwu Continent, and everyone was ready to fight to the death.

“A bunch of worthless twigs and tiles, under the might of my Master, all of your resistance is futile!”

Kill Wuji sneered coldly, looking extremely scornful.

“Really?”

A smirk tugged at the corners of Long Yan’s lips.

He held up a single finger, disdainfully staring at Kill Wuji.

“Kill Wuji, one move.

If you can withstand a single move from me, I will kill myself on the spot.

Do you dare take the bet?”