HPDBC Chapter 5715 Brahma’s Avatar
Chapter 5715 Brahma’s Avatar
Chapter 5715 Brahma’s Avatar
The heaven-shaking saber slashed down behind Long Chen, intercepting a trident that had suddenly appeared out of the void.
This attack should have caught Long Chen completely off guard. With his focus on the old monkey, he shouldn’t have had time to react.
Yet, as if Long Chen had anticipated the old crone of the sea whale race’s sneak attack, he had Evilmoon absorbed all the energy from the Divine Defense shield.
BOOM!
The trident exploded, and the old crone was cleaved in two. Even in death, she couldn’t comprehend how she had failed.
As her body split, her true form was revealed. Before her corpse could fully expand, Long Chen waved his hand, pulling it into the primal chaos space.
The black soil there was still digesting the previous sea whale corpse when a fresh one appeared.
“How could this be...?
Hou Tianwu’s father was withering. His aura flickered like a candle in the wind, looking like it would snuff out at any moment. He stared in disbelief at the shield before him. This attack containing the essence of his life couldn’t even shake this shield.
“Old thing, your death isn’t unjust. This is my strongest divine ability. Well, time’s up. Don’t keep your son waiting. And when you see him, make sure to pass along my regards,” Long Chen said, extending a finger.@@@@
A bolt of lightning pierced Hou Tianwu’s father’s head. Already on the brink of death, he was powerless to resist. He perished instantly.
Everyone was stunned. Just what kind of monster was Long Chen? Even when besieged by multiple thirteen-vein Heaven Saints, he could still kill two Demon Emperors of the senior generation—and make it look effortless.
Feng Xinyue stood in the air, her beautiful eyes gleaming as she scanned the battlefield. The Dragonblood Legion was like a pack of tigers among sheep, slaughtering without resistance. Meanwhile, Tang Wan-er directed the Hidden Dragon Legion and the Wind God Sea Pavilion’s disciples, rarely needing to act personally.
Feng Xinyue felt immense gratification. Tang Wan-er had grown significantly—no longer stubborn or competitive but someone who considered the bigger picture. She gradually gained the air of a real leader.
With this side of the battlefield secure, most of Feng Xinyue’s attention remained on Long Chen. Even while surrounded by so many experts, his attacks and strategies were impeccable.
This was the demeanor of a true commander—someone in complete control. Even Feng Xinyue couldn’t help but be moved. Some people were born leaders, and no amount of effort could replicate this level of command.
In just a short while, two Demon Emperors from the primal chaos era had fallen. To an outsider, Long Chen’s tactics might seem like little tricks, but to Feng Xinyue, they were the mark of true wisdom.
“Your arrogance ends here!” shouted Fantian De.
With one ferocious shove, Long Chen sent Fantian De flying. Everyone was shocked. Even now, Fantian De was unable to suppress Long Chen?
“Brahma High Wind Slash!” Fantian De roared.
Clutching his sword with both hands, he slashed downward even as he was blown back. The heavens themselves seemed to be split apart.
In response, thirteen violet dragons coiled around Long Chen’s arm, surging onto Evilmoon’s blade. A deadly violet ripple pulsed along its edge.
“Edged Dragon Blood!” Long Chen shouted.
BOOM!
The divine weapons clashed once more. This time, both fighters grunted as they were forced back. Neither side had gained the upper hand.
The terrifying pressure shook the heavens, causing the world’s laws to collapse. The void looked like a cotton sheet with a hole in it, and the Grand Dao runes struggled to repair the damage.
Most of the experts present had never seen such a phenomenon before. The destructive power sent chills down their spines.
As a result, the experts of various races were no longer in the mood to fight the Dragonblood Legion. They slowly retreated from the battlefield.
“I refuse to accept this!” roared Fantian De, unable to believe that he couldn’t suppress Long Chen even with the support of the Brahma avatar.
Saber and sword clashed again and again, each strike sending ripples of death surging through the void.
In the span of a single breath, they exchanged thirty-six blows before finally breaking apart.
Long Chen was panting slightly, showing signs of fatigue.
But Fantian De...
His chest heaved violently, his breath ragged like an overworked bull. Blood and sweat covered his body. Clearly, his exhaustion was even greater than Long Chen’s.
BOOM!
Suddenly, space shuddered.
A pitch-black hand descended silently, aiming straight for Long Chen.