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Chapter 1420 - 531: Destroy Southern Sky, Conquer Flying Swallow, All Cultivators Submit!

Chapter 1420: Chapter 531: Destroy Southern Sky, Conquer Flying Swallow, All Cultivators Submit!

Xuanhuo Sword in hand, as he uttered "just in time," the tip of the sword tilted upward.

A streak of Liuguang appeared, abruptly expanding into a round of Proud Sun, which at a hair’s breadth, covered him from overhead.

Fierce Sun Technique!

After the burst of the Fierce Sun Technique, Luo Chen, without looking at the effects, raised his left palm vertically, constantly bending his fingers to form hand seals, while his right hand, with the long sword, sketched in the air, muttering incantations, the mystical sounds reverberating.

When the Fierce Sun Technique exploded, a disheveled figure finally appeared before Luo Chen’s eyes.

Two Blue Water Dragons, reduced by thirty percent in size, detached one from each side of him, rushing towards Luo Chen.

Luo Chen remained unconcerned about the two water dragons, two dark glows flew from his body, heading towards them one to the left and one to the right.

For his part, he gradually pressed down with the Xuanhuo Sword.

"Mountain Collapse!"

In the void, an imaginary mass of Qi Power shaped like a mountain, pressed down slowly.

In his eyes, the skinny yellow-faced man with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth and his robe torn, stared back fiercely at Luo Chen, wielding a Black Banner, waving it upwards.

"Soul Formation Rise!"

The previously shattered infinite Black Fog suddenly emitted thousands of piercing screams, erupting from the ground, rushing towards the phantom Qi Power mountain.

In an instant, the infinite Black Fog turned into a roaring Black Dragon.

Instantly, the Black Dragon collided with the fiery mountain in a flash.

The mountain held momentarily but then suddenly collapsed.

Yan Nantian sneered arrogantly, "Minor skills, daring to show off."

Amid the sneer, the flag shook even more wildly, the Black Fog forming the Black Dragon roared heaven-shakingly, intending to sweep away all the mountainous might in one fell swoop.

At this, Luo Chen sneered coldly.

Shallow knowledge indeed.

The purpose of Mountain Collapse Technique was indeed for the mountain to collapse.

Thus, its power was demonstrated!

The next moment, from within that collapsing Qi Power mountain, layers of flowing fiery light surged out, like tidal waves, resembling magma, rolling downwards, completely encompassing both the Black Dragon and Yan Nantian.

Not only that.

The Fierce Fire Miasma, previously mixed into the Array of Ten Thousand Souls, at this moment all the Evil Qi erupted, filths of Evil Qi spread everywhere, disrupting the formation of the dragon inside out.

Especially where a wisp of grey-white light passed, the Black Fog forming the dragon’s body disintegrated inch by inch.

Yan Nantian finally realized that something was wrong.

But under such circumstances, he was already riding a tiger, having no choice but to muster all his strength to wield the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to withstand this onslaught.

Luo Chen multitasked, glancing to the sides.

The two dark glows and the Blue Water Dragons, after several collisions, had finally determined a victor.

Qi-breaking Nail and Soul-breaking Nail, each embedded in the dragon’s head, making clinking and clanking noises inside.

"This must be one of Yan Nantian’s three treasures, the Dividing Water Thorn, indeed possessing the might of splitting water and transforming dragons."

After a glance, seeing the two dark nails evenly matched, Luo Chen no longer paid attention.

His left hand suddenly stopped at his chest, no longer forming hand seals.

Meanwhile, on his right hand, the Xuanhuo Sword began to tremble incessantly with flashing lights.

Each tremor represented a surge of immense Qi Power flowing out from within Luo Chen.

Such accumulation of tremendous Qi Power, even Luo Chen could faintly hear the mourning noises coming from the blade of this poorly materialized Lower Grade Magic Item Flying Sword.

"Nine Yang is at its peak, any more, and this sword won’t withstand my overpowering Qi Power."

Luo Chen sighed internally, then pointed the sword tip into the night sky.

Every touch released a faint flicker of light.

Every point directed to a different angle.

Soon, Luo Chen ceased the movement of Xuanhuo Sword, and the moaning of the sword finally stopped.

Simultaneously, the battle below had just ended.

Unbeknownst to when, Yan Nantian had been forced to the lowest point, his feet treading on the water’s surface, his hair and beard curled and scorched as if roasted.

His robe was utterly tattered, exposing most of his bare chest. The numerous scars on it depicted the many life-and-death battles he had experienced throughout his life.

His hands were trembling.

The Black Banner in his hand was no longer profound, with the Black Fog enveloping it thinned by half.

He looked uncertainly at Luo Chen: "What Technique is that?"

"This technique, Mountain Collapse, merely Second Order."

Facing his question, Luo Chen replied calmly, as if everything was under control.

Yan Nantian glared, "How can a mere Second Order Technique breach my Ten Thousand Soul Banner’s Array of Ten Thousand Souls?"

Luo Chen smiled slightly, "Techniques have different Orders, but their potency always depends solely on the user. Just like your Ten Thousand Soul Banner, if it were in the hands of a powerful practitioner from the Yuan Mo Sect’s Soul Refining Lineage, it would likely exert several times your strength! Isn’t such simple logic clear to you, friend?"

Yan Nantian’s expression tightened.

Undoubtedly, Luo Chen’s words were indeed true.

Yet, he had been on a journey with hardly any peaceful time and space to cultivate his technique, barely having a breather over a hundred years, and also focused on advancing his realm, unable to spare too much energy to refine his treasures.

He understood the principle, but helplessly so.

He pursed his lips, "One last question, what is your name?"

He didn’t ask for motives, nor origins, nor grudges, only wishing to know Luo Chen’s name.

After posing the question, he did not await an answer.

The Banner in his hand engulfed him, and he then spat out a small azure sword.

The small sword emitted brilliance, enveloping him together before suddenly charging towards Luo Chen.

Faced with this scene, Luo Chen’s lips still bore a faint smile.

He could clearly see, the opponent was regaining energy just now, organizing his internal meridians to mobilize more Qi Power from his Golden Core.