The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law
Chapter 419 - 405 The Great Battle_2

Chapter 419: Chapter 405 The Great Battle_2

Long Chen fell into thought.

"Husband, you can’t be this bad."

Zhao Churan’s face turned red as she lightly pounded Long Chen.

But, at this moment, Xia Ling’s phone rang.

The ringtone instantly jolted everyone to attention.

"Shh, I’m taking the call."

Xia Ling answered the phone.

"Sister Xia, people... people are coming, they’ll be here soon."

This was a signal from someone at the mansion gate.

"Got it, you guys withdraw first," said Xia Ling.

"Okay."

The phone call was then disconnected.

Xia Ling looked towards Long Chen, "People are coming, what should we do?"

"Just like we said during the day, don’t move, I’ll go alone," Long Chen whispered.

"Husband, shouldn’t we all..."

"Churan, are you not listening?" Long Chen looked at Zhao Churan.

Zhao Churan bit her lip, struggling to say, "But, to watch you fight alone, we really... can’t bear it."

"Fool." Long Chen chuckled, "Why would I go to my death if I wasn’t sure I could win? Just wait for me obediently, and don’t forget to adjust the water temperature in our super-large bath, I want to bathe with you when I return."

With that, Long Chen stood up and walked outside.

His silhouette was as erect as a sword as if not even a collapsing sky could bend him.

"Let’s go to the surveillance room."

Xia Ling spoke in a serious tone.

Everyone quickly took action and ran to the surveillance room to monitor the situation outside.

Long Chen soon arrived outside the mansion; as he stepped out of the main gate, he was greeted by Dongfang Wuxin and his followers.

Dongfang Wuxin had brought about five hundred people, all of whom were cultivators.

Any one of them pulled at random could thrash ten Martial Arts Grandmasters.

Gathered together, these five hundred plus people formed an extremely terrifying force that could annihilate a contemporary army of a hundred thousand soldiers.

This was no exaggeration.

The leading Dongfang Wuxin, upon seeing Long Chen emerge, was obviously taken aback.

He had been cautious and hoped to launch a surprise attack, yet he was still seen through by Long Chen.

"Lord Dragon, we meet again."

Dongfang Wuxin smiled.

His smile gave the illusion that he was not here for a decisive battle, but rather to catch up like old friends.

Long Chen glanced at Dongfang Wuxin and said with a faint smile, "I knew you were not simple, it turns out you are the direct disciple of the Southern Sword Master."

"You’re not simple yourself, slaying thousands with a single sword, causing the souls of thousands to perish in Great Xia Mansion. If you luckily survive tonight, tell me, do you think you’ll be able to sleep? Or do you think those who died will turn into vengeful ghosts to haunt you?"

Dongfang Wuxin asked with a sly smile.

"I forgot to tell you, I’m even better at capturing ghosts than killing people, especially strong ones like you," Long Chen replied with a radiant smile.

Dongfang Wuxin’s face stiffened, his voice dropping, "Enough talk, call your people out, I don’t want to drag this out. Tonight, right here, let us fight to the death. If you win, you will have shattered the unbeatable myth of the Dragon Order, and from then on, the order will cease to exist. If you lose, Great Xia Mansion will cease to exist as of tonight."

"Well said, but to kill all of you, I alone am enough. Come on, let me witness your ultimate skills. Whether you come at me one by one or all at once, you decide," declared Long Chen.

He extended his hand, and the Dragon God Sword appeared in his grasp.

As Long Chen raised his sword, the figure of a dragon could be faintly seen moving on the sword’s body, mysterious and endless.

Dongfang Wuxin, focusing on the sword in Long Chen’s hands, narrowed his eyes, "That is a fine sword."

"If you beat me, the sword is yours," Long Chen said with a smile.

"Very well, it’s mine then. Everyone, attack together, kill him, and everything in Great Xia Mansion will be ours," Dongfang Wuxin commanded loudly.

"Kill."

In an instant, a thunderous cry erupted from the scene.

Hundreds lit their swords and charged at Li Xiu.

Boom, boom, boom.

Various magic techniques and spiritual powers came like a deluge from the sky.

This was a force beyond mortal comprehension.

Yet, Long Chen was not the slightest bit panicked; with sword in hand, he didn’t retreat but advanced, plunging into the crowd.

Swish, swish, swish.

Long Chen was like cutting through vegetables, with every swing of his sword someone met their fate.

In just under a minute, dozens of people had died under Long Chen’s sword.

The Dragon God Sword in Long Chen’s hand seemed to be stimulated by some kind of will, excitedly emitting a faint dragon chant.

Long Chen himself was startled, but he didn’t pay too much attention to it.

The Dragon God Sword becoming stronger was a good thing after all.

"Master, something’s not right, we can’t defeat him."

Someone urgently shouted, reminding Dongfang Wuxin.

"Keep surrounding him, don’t be afraid, I’ll hold him back, this battle, our Dragon Slayer Alliance will win."

Dongfang Wuxin burst out, desperately trying to get close to Long Chen.

His aura was indeed not weak, very formidable, just short of the pinnacle of the Creation Realm.

If it had been Long Chen before his visit to Martial Immortal Mountain, encountering Dongfang Wuxin, it’s likely there would’ve been a bloody battle, and Long Chen might even have lost.

But Long Chen, after visiting Martial Immortal Mountain, had transcended the Creation Realm, and was not someone Dongfang Wuxin could compare with.

Just then, Long Chen deliberately wouldn’t let Dongfang Wuxin get close, moving ghostlike through the crowd, his sword light overturning the heavens and the earth amidst the crowd, people continually falling, their Divine Souls completely extinguished—the scene was utterly shocking.

Boom.

An old man seized an opportunity and hacked at Long Chen’s head from behind.

Those in the control room, like Xia Ling and the others, all covered their mouths in unison, their faces turning pale.

But in the blink of an eye, they witnessed a scene they would never forget.

They saw a white light appear out of nowhere on Long Chen’s head, piercing directly through the brow of the ambusher.

The ambusher was sent flying, a bloody hole appearing in his forehead, dead on the spot.

"Dragon Slayer Alliance? Heh, nothing but a rabble, no matter how many come, it’s a dead end."

Long Chen’s killing did not cease.

He stood like a War God descending upon the world, unstoppable, no one able to receive a single strike from his sword.

This great decisive battle was, from the start, a one-sided slaughter.

"He’s so strong."

In the control room, Han Yun covered her mouth, overtaken by an urge to burst into tears.

Xia Ling, Zhao Churan, Xuanyuan Yu’er, and the others were shaking uncontrollably, unable to contain themselves.

Long Chen’s performance was entirely beyond their imagination.

"He’s like a Heavenly God coming down to earth."

Long’er’s admiration for Long Chen was written all over her face.

Outside, the battle continued.

Nearly half of Dongfang Wuxin’s people had died.

Dongfang Wuxin was well aware that if this continued, his side would likely become completely routed.

At this thought, Dongfang Wuxin made a split-second decision and shouted, "Everyone, don’t get close to him, surround him tightly, attack from a distance."

Following Dongfang Wuxin’s command, the Cultivators quickly reacted, moving as ordered.

In an instant, over two hundred people heavily surrounded Long Chen, continuously attacking him with Spiritual Power from afar.

"Is this all?"

Long Chen raised the Dragon God Sword and actually absorbed all the Spiritual Power attacks with it.

After absorbing the Spiritual Power, the Dragon God Sword’s aura became even more fierce, and several Dragon Scales actually appeared on the blade.

"Hm?"

Long Chen was astonished; the change in the Dragon God Sword was very unexpected to him.

This sword could actually evolve, and at this moment, it was not yet in its ultimate state.

In addition to his surprise, Long Chen was even more thrilled.

But Dongfang Wuxin and the others, seeing that their distance attacks had no effect, all had drastic changes in expression.

Unable to get close and distance attacks ineffective, they found themselves, for a moment, lost and frightened.

Dongfang Wuxin finally realized that this Long Chen was a terrifying anomaly, and without his master coming out, perhaps no one could contend with him.

"Retreat."

Dongfang Wuxin made this difficult decision.

"Retreat?" Long Chen laughed, "Can you?"

As soon as his words fell, Long Chen swept his sword across all directions.

A thunderous boom sounded, with sword energy transforming into a dragon, striking all around.

In the blink of an eye, the remaining two hundred plus people were all sent flying, blood splattering everywhere; the scene was magnificently spectacular and shocking.

Dongfang Wuxin was not spared either, his arm severed by the sword energy.

But Dongfang Wuxin was much stronger than the others; he wasn’t killed on the spot and quickly stood up, trying to flee in panic.

Long Chen acted from afar, a terrifying devouring force erupted and pulled Dongfang Wuxin back against his will.

Dongfang Wuxin trembled with fright, his scalp tingling.

He fully realized that the gap between him and Long Chen was not slight—it was a chasm between heaven and earth.

Long Chen casually threw Dongfang Wuxin onto the ground, stepping on him with one foot.

Crack.

Dongfang Wuxin’s bones broke, blood continuously spilling from his mouth.