HPDBC Chapter 5716 Unstoppable Wretch
Chapter 5716 Unstoppable Wretch
Chapter 5716 Unstoppable Wretch
When this hand appeared, Emperor energy filled the world. The laws of the ten thousand Daos yielded to it.
“You’ve also called out your daddy’s power? Why not let your daddy possess you?” Long Chen mocked.
This giant hand belonged to Netherdragon Tianfeng. But while the attack contained the Nether Emperor’s power, it lacked its will.
In response to this attack, Evilmoon blazed with light, and Long Chen’s dragon blood power ignited. With the support of his thirteen heaven veins, his dragon blood energy seemed limitless.
As a result, Long Chen was unafraid, even of Fantian De and Netherdragon Tianfeng who were drawing power from external sources.
However, before Long Chen could attack, a pillar of divine light shot out from the distance, shattering the immense hand.
BOOM!
Long Chen’s eyes lit up with delight as a familiar voice rang out.@@@@
“The limitless palace in front of the limitless mountain, the limitless pine in front of the limitless gate, the dreams of heavenly geniuses vanish without a trace as soon as they encounter Mo Nian!”
That wretched voice echoed throughout heaven and earth as an ancient coffin tore through the void.
A cloaked figure wielding a five-colored bow stood on top of the coffin.
All eyes turned toward this figure as he dramatically pulled off his hood, revealing the unmistakably handsome yet wretched face of Mo Nian.
“Long Chen, don’t panic! I, Mo Nian, have arrived! Let me see how strong the son of the Nether Emperor is!” shouted Mo Nian, raising his bow.
Divine light flashed around Mo Nian, making him appear exceptionally dazzling. He descended upon the battlefield with exaggerated arrogance.
Long Chen stared at Mo Nian, speechless. When had he been panicking? Did Mo Nian not see how terrifyingly powerful he was? The sheer absurdity of his friend left Long Chen at a loss for words.
“Where did this idiot come from?! Fuck off!” roared Netherdragon Tianfeng.
Netherdragon Tianfeng was stunned that Mo Nian had shattered his attack. Seeing Mo Nian’s overwhelming arrogance made him even more infuriated. In an instant, he felt this man was even more detestable than Long Chen.
BOOM!
The coffin lid slammed shut.
Standing atop it, Mo Nian laughed and pulled out a stack of talismans. As he swiftly sealed the coffin, he chanted:
Charging through the nine heavens, striding across the lands. Grandpa Mo opened a store of coffins, all grander than the last. The dead stay dead inside them; the living can’t escape fast!
The talismans glowed, locking the coffin with an eerie finality.
Muffled booming sounds came from within. The onlookers could even hear Netherdragon Tianfeng’s furious cursing—clearly, he was trying to break free.
“Tch, this is the priceless treasure I obtained in the Heaven Vein Mystic Realm. If you can escape from there, I’ll change my surname to yours,” declared Mo Nian arrogantly.
Standing atop his coffin, Mo Nian shouted at Long Chen, “Long Chen, can you eliminate Fantian De? If not, you can leave both of them to me. I’ll take them all.”
Although Mo Nian was speaking to Long Chen, his gaze fell on Li Changgeng. Mo Nian could tell this man was truly dangerous. While he didn’t know the latter’s origins, his instincts screamed that this was an opponent unlike any other.
By capturing Netherdragon Tianfeng the moment he arrived, Mo Nian wasn’t just dealing with a threat—he was sending a message, applying psychological pressure to the battlefield’s most fearsome figures.
Fantian De’s expression darkened, and his killing intent surged. He hadn’t expected Mo Nian to appear at such a critical moment. That fool, Netherdragon Tianfeng, had been tricked and fallen for Mo Nian’s trap. Just like that, their side had lost a major piece of its combat power.
Not far away, Long Zaiye stood frozen, his body trembling.
He no longer had the courage to make a move against Long Chen. With Long Chen and Fantian De locked in combat, throwing himself into the mix would only bring humiliation—perhaps even death.
Suddenly, a cold voice shattered the tense atmosphere.
“Long Chen, do you care about Yue Zifeng’s life?”
Long Chen’s pupils shrank. At that moment, a chill gripped the Dragonblood warriors’ hearts.
What they feared most really happened.
“Something happened to Zifeng!”