CHAPTER 1812: CHAPTER 671: FIERCE BATTLE WITH NASCENT SOUL, SHATTERING MOUNTAINS AND SPLITTING EARTH

Her skin was like coagulated cream, her eyes resembling the stars.

A handsome visage, as if a banished immortal from the mortal realm, left one captivated at first sight.

Yet most striking of all was the trademark blue hair.

Even at the fourth order of transformation, it was impossible to change the hair color, marking him as the emperor of the Jiaoren clan—Liu Jun!

Luo Chen spoke of the other’s name and history, causing Liu Jun’s astonishment.

"Junior, you actually recognize me?"

"How could I not? You were defeated and fled Oblivion Sea, beaten by the hands of the Blood Independent Cultivator of my Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering, and I dare not mistaken you for someone else."

"You!"

Anger flickered across Liu Jun’s face, yet there was no further reaction.

In his confusion, Luo Chen’s gaze fell upon the Five-Colored Lotus Dias beneath him.

It was precisely the Five Elements Lotus Stand that was his goal!

And its quality far surpassed the one he had seen years ago in Qingdan Valley, its aura already infinitely close to the Fifth Order!

"Something’s off, Luo Chen!"

Han Zhan’s voice entered his ears, laced with a hint of urgency.

"He is absorbing the power of the lotus platform to heal his wounds."

Luo Chen raised his eyebrows; no wonder his opponent remained unmoved despite his provocative words, sitting as steadily as Taishan.

But!

If he absorbs all the power of the Five Elements Lotus Stand, how shall I use it in the future to refine the Nascent Soul Formation Pill?

"If you won’t come out, then I will go in myself!"

Luo Chen bellowed lowly, his figure like lightning, diving straight into the depths of the Magma Lake.

It is precisely, one must enter the tiger’s lair to catch the tiger cub!

As he sped forth, seven flying swords at his side suddenly merged into one, serving as the vanguard.

The longsword was sharp in the air, evil qi radiating.

In the blink of an eye, it was already before Liu Jun.

Seeing the opponent lightly flick his fingers.

Clang!

As if struck heavily, the combined big sword of the Qi Sha Swords was instantly shattered, turning into seven streaks of light, scattering uncontrollably into the depths of the Magma Lake.

Witnessing this scene, Luo Chen was not surprised at all.

The set of magic item flying swords of the Hundred Craft Mountain Master was indeed powerful, but he hadn’t refined them much, purely relying on the Soul Heaven Sword Case to control them indirectly.

Not to mention the Qi Sha Sword Formation, he could barely wield some ordinary techniques, only mastering the Big Sword Technique alone.

He still had a backup plan!

A blue handprint arose from his palm, yet it was not unleashed.

As his rapid advance continued, the surrounding magma seemed to be drawn, converging towards him, causing the blue handprint to grow larger.

Until a hundred feet away.

"Go!"

A low roar, and Qingyang’s Great Handprint crashed down with a bang.

Upon seeing this palm, Liu Jun slightly frowned, drawing a circle with his left hand before pushing it out slowly.

Buzz...

A layer of azure halo gradually spread out.

When the halo and the big handprint met, they vanished soundlessly before their eyes.

Seeing this, Liu Jun looked at Luo Chen with evident seriousness.

"A fire type technique at peak mastery, capable of drawing fire qi for use. I have underestimated you."

"Under normal circumstances, I might have taken you as a slave."

"But right now, I am focused on healing and have no interest in playing with you."

As if a moving song, his murmuring voice gently sounded.

These straightforward words, reaching Luo Chen’s ears, seemed indescribably melodious.

Like a mystical whisper, akin to a melancholy stream.

"He is healing; he indeed has wounds."

"It should have been left by the Blood Independent Cultivator back then. Though a Middle Stage Nascent Soul, the Blood Independent Cultivator is reputed to rival the Post-Nascent Great Cultivator."

"Jiao Emperor Liu Jun is only an Early Nascent Soul Stage, how could he be a match for the Blood Independent Cultivator."

"Conversely, this is my best chance to defeat him now..."

Amid these words, thoughts in Luo Chen’s mind fluctuated, as if envisioning a seamless victory ahead.

And just at this instant.

A sensation like being pricked by needles penetrated his Sea of Consciousness and Divine Soul.

"Wake up!"

Suddenly, all scattered thoughts disappeared for Luo Chen, leaving him in pain and alarm.

The Jiaoren’s song, too dreamlike!

If not for Han Zhan forcibly waking him up, a mere few words from the opponent might have stalled his actions, making him vulnerable to slaughter.

Indeed!

As Liu Jun’s tone shifted suddenly, like the burst of a silver bottle, like blades and spears clashing!

A streak of blue light came speeding directly towards Luo Chen.

In such a critical instant, Luo Chen had no time to react.

The light instantly reached his body!

Puff!

Chhh!

Clang!

Three distinct sounds rang out consecutively.

Luo Chen slowly raised his head, holding a water series flying sword in his hand, resembling a swimming fish, belonging to the Ascendant Grade Magic Items.

It was due to this flying sword, breaking through his two extreme defenses one after the other.

Jiao Emperor Liu Jun looked on with slight surprise, watching as Luo Chen’s red Daoist robe gradually transformed into black armor, and realization dawned upon him.

"No wonder he is a human clan cultivator, excelling in external items. An armor that separates inner and outer qi armor, delaying for a moment, saving your life just barely."

Luo Chen’s expression turned ruthless, "Don’t think of using your enchanting voice to disrupt my mind again!"

Beside his ears, pure qi power had already formed into two barriers, isolating all external sounds.

Jiao Emperor Liu Jun smiled slightly, flicking his finger again!

In an instant, the flying sword gripped by Luo Chen began to spin wildly, seeking to forcefully break through his defenses.

Chhh! Chhh! Chhh!

Shrill buzzing continuously sounded, like an electric drill.

Luo Chen’s expression was fierce, "Get off!"

One hand held the sword, while the other delivered a horizontal punch.

Clang!

In a visibly noticeable state, the flying sword in his hand bent.

It merely bent, without shattering.

Liu Jun gestured with his hand.

Whoosh!

The flying sword forcibly broke free from Luo Chen’s grip, flying back to his side before straightening instantly once again with the replenishment of qi power, just as before.

Such changes clearly showcased the material of this sword.

Even with Luo Chen’s brute strength, he couldn’t destroy it by force.

Jiao Emperor Liu Jun also set aside his earlier disdain.

He remembered this person, with a tunneling speed extremely fast, and back at the Triple Pillar Gorge in the Oblivion Sea, he had retreated early to avoid being enslaved like Dao Lan.