The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law
Chapter 275 - 268: The Number One Person in Martial Arts

Chapter 275: Chapter 268: The Number One Person in Martial Arts

The battle was not over yet, and it was becoming more intense, as well as more brutal.

Long Chen, despite his heroism, also had a limit to his Spiritual Power, which was now being consumed more and more.

He knew clearly in his heart that if this dragged on, he would most likely die without a doubt.

With this thought in mind, Long Chen had no more reservations, erupting in his full power, embarking on a killing spree.

"Kill, kill him, he can’t hold on much longer, we’ve come to this point, everyone, we have no way out,"

Yan Yiqiu roared.

Upon hearing this, everyone spared no effort.

These people were all intimidated by Long Chen’s terrifying combat power, extremely afraid of being held accountable later.

Especially Yamamoto Dabong and Chang Yan, who charged most fiercely.

Long Chen’s gaze was sharp, and indeed, these were the people he was mainly watching.

Under the immense pressure of being attacked over a dozen times, Long Chen rushed in front of Yamamoto Dabong.

Seeing Long Chen’s murderous eyes, Yamamoto Dabong turned pale with fright and hastily tried to dodge.

But Long Chen raised his hand, and a strong Spiritual Power burst forth from his palm, forming into a golden long sword that rushed toward Yamamoto Dabong.

Yamamoto Dabong struggled to resist with all his might but still couldn’t block it.

The golden long sword cut through resistance like a knife through butter, with a swishing sound piercing Yamamoto Dabong’s heart.

Yamamoto Dabong fell, blood spilling everywhere, and died.

Long Chen didn’t even glance at Yamamoto Dabong’s body and turned to charge straight at the Sword God, Chang Yan.

Chang Yan knew he had been marked by Long Chen.

His heart pounded violently, ready to defend with all his might, but Long Chen suddenly turned his attack towards Yan Yiqiu.

Seeing this, Chang Yan and Yuan Gang’s faces changed drastically. Both rushed to Yan Yiqiu’s side to protect him.

At the same time, the attacks from the others also hit Long Chen.

Long Chen was struck, letting out a muffled grunt as he spewed a mouthful of blood.

But his figure, propelled by the tremendous force of the incoming attack, suddenly accelerated.

Whoosh.

Long Chen repeated his maneuver, his golden Spiritual Power turning into a sword, ferociously surging forward, heading straight for Yan Yiqiu.

Chang Yan and Yuan Gang were fully focused, trying to help Yan Yiqiu fend off the attack.

But just as the golden long sword was about to reach them, it suddenly sped up, eerily changing position in the void, and with a swishing sound, it pierced through Yuan Gang’s throat.

Yuan Gang died with his eyes wide open, such a great master of the Martial God Realm unexpectedly fell without warning.

"You all must die."

Long Chen, controlling the golden long sword, again charged towards Yan Yiqiu.

Chang Yan, having suffered a setback, felt an enormous pressure like a mountain.

"Don’t hold back, everyone, he’s nearly done for,"

Chang Yan said while pulling Yan Yiqiu back and retreating.

The rest, with bloodshot eyes, did not retreat and surrounded Long Chen, attacking him fiercely.

After all, this was a group of Martial God experts, and even someone as strong as Long Chen was immediately trapped.

"Kill."

After Chang Yan brought Yan Yiqiu to a safe area, he returned to the fray against Long Chen, and the Xuanyuan Madman also spared no effort in his attacks.

Long Chen glanced at the Xuanyuan Madman, and then sent him flying over ten meters with a strike.

Sputter.

The Xuanyuan Madman spat out a mouthful of blood and couldn’t stand up again.

However, the Xuanyuan Madman was not dead, only severely wounded.

Taking into account his relationship with Xuanyuan Yu’er, Long Chen had shown restraint towards the Xuanyuan Madman, otherwise this strike could have taken his life.

The great battle continued, ever more bloody.

Long Chen appeared on the verge of collapsing at any moment, yet he never did fall.

Instead, those who were attacking him, one after another, died off.

And Long Chen, performing all these feats, sustained more and more injuries.

"Heir, to kill Long Chen now, perhaps there is but one method that can quickly be effective. If we continue to wear him down, we may all be depleted by him, and you might also fall into grave danger,"

Chang Yan retreated to Yan Yiqiu’s side, his gaze solemn.

"What method?"

Yan Yiqiu’s voice was low, with a slight tremor.

"I’ll find a way to hold onto Long Chen, and then, everyone else must quickly move in for the kill, sacrificing me in exchange for Long Chen’s death," Chang Yan said.

"No way," Yan Yiqiu’s face changed drastically, "If you die, I..."

"Princely Heir, go back and tell the War God that the life I owed him has been paid."

With those words, Chang Yan charged at Long Chen.

Long Chen saw Chang Yan rushing toward him and didn’t hesitate to attack and kill him.

But Long Chen realized that as he struck down, Chang Yan didn’t even try to dodge.

Hisss.

Long Chen’s hand, sharp as a knife, easily pierced through Chang Yan’s chest.

But at that moment, Chang Yan tightly hugged Long Chen, with immense strength.

"Everyone, kill, hurry and kill, don’t mind me, kill Long Chen!"

Chang Yan bellowed with bloodshot eyes.

"Kill!"

"Sword God, your valor will be remembered forever by us."

"Kill!"

Suddenly, various swords and blades poured forward.

Hisss hisss hisss.

Long Chen was struck by all kinds of weapons, his robes soaked in blood.

His Protective Spirit Power shielded some key areas within his body, preventing immediate death, but left Long Chen severely wounded.

"Not dead yet?"

An old man, with a cold gleam in his eyes, swung his blade, ready to deliver another strike.

"You are not worthy to kill me. Even if I’m to die, I’ll drag you so-called Martial Gods down with me."

Long Chen knew he had no way out.

No one present could help him turn the tide.

The only one he could rely on was himself, and himself alone.

In that moment, without any hesitation, Long Chen burned his essence blood, pushing his power to the extreme, forcibly enhancing his combat strength.

This was a method akin to burning his life away, a desperate and final gamble.

Boom.

After his transfomation, a terrifying force burst forth from Long Chen’s body, sending Chang Yan flying away.

Chang Yan was dead before he hit the ground.

Long Chen reached out, seized the long knife from the elder in front of him, and split the elder in two with a single strike.

"You all go to hell."

Long Chen’s pupils seemed to have turned blood red, his killing spree unstoppable.

At that moment, he was like a god or a devil, exuding an unrivaled, unstoppable aura.

In a blink, already seven people had been fiercely slashed down by Long Chen.

Long Chen moved through the ranks of the Martial God Realm as if it were nothing.

"So strong, really too strong."

"This person should be hailed as the number one in the Martial Arts world, unmatched under the heavens."

"This is what a true god looks like, a true Invincible War God."

All the onlookers felt their scalps tingle with horror and disbelief.

Xuanyuan Yu’er covered her mouth, incredulously witnessing everything.

That Long Chen, who she had thought was on the brink of death several times, was now unleashing such ferocity.

Equally astonished was Ye Zhiqiu.

Ye Zhiqiu’s heart pounded, that man who seemed like the War God descending to earth was overwhelmingly intimidating.

Let it be known, these were the top figures at the pinnacle of the Martial Arts pyramid, who had besieged Long Chen for so long, now being slaughtered effortlessly by him.

Long Chen, oh Long Chen, what other tricks do you still have up your sleeve?

Ye Zhiqiu’s hands clenched tightly. Could she ever get her revenge?

Ye Zhiqiu was confused, acutely aware of the gap between herself and Long Chen.

And while Ye Zhiqiu was lost in her confusion, Long Chen killed everyone that had been against him.

Leaving only Yan Yiqiu, shivering not far away.