Dragon-Marked War God

“You really have quite a few tricks. But I like it!”

Jiang Chen roared furiously. The Ancient Soaring Dragon Technique transformed his strength by a huge margin, and it surpassed that of a Half-step Divine Emperor. This battle made him feel the strain, but if they wanted to put him to death, it was still far from enough.

Golden light shone brilliantly and rose dazzlingly. With the three of them using the Arhat Golden Body, the Dao had risen a foot, and their momentum was at its height.

“Five Directions Arhat Fist!”

“Heaven-Shade Arhat Fist!”

“Drunken Dream Arhat Fist!”

The three great Golden Body Arhats drove Jiang Chen into a dilemma. Countless fist shadows came smashing down. Jiang Chen fought with his bare body, the blood vessels all over him bulging and boiling.

The fight among the four of them became extremely spectacular. Jiang Chen was fighting three alone. At this moment, they were no longer the Half-step Divine Emperor Enlightened of Zhongsheng Temple, but three Golden Body Arhats faintly carrying the might of Divine Emperors.

Jiang Chen would not retreat half a step even if it cost him his life. Countless dragon marks surged up. In the shadows of Jiang Chen’s fists there were faint, shadowy dragon shapes, powerful and invincible. Even fighting three great Golden Body Arhats, he was not the least bit timid.

“Three Thousand Flames Divine Seal!”

“True Dragon Seal!”

Jiang Chen unleashed several terrifying seals in succession. The heavens lost their color and the earth trembled. The Spirit Vulture Cave was shaken into turmoil by the frenzied fighting of the four of them. Even the Monk Tyrant’s face showed alarm. With three great Golden Body Arhats against Little Chen, could Little Chen really hold them off?

Although the Monk Tyrant was alarmed, he did not panic. He knew Jiang Chen would not lose that easily. Confident as he was, if he really fought Little Chen himself, he might not beat him. Even with the God Suppressing Monument in his hand, he might not be able to suppress him.

Although the three great Golden Body Arhats were strong, they were not unbeatable. With the might of the Ancient Soaring Dragon Technique, Jiang Chen brought his strength to its very peak. The Divine Emperor Realm was a huge watershed. Even if Jiang Chen pushed the Ancient Soaring Dragon Technique to its limit, he could not break through to the Divine Emperor Realm, so he could only come infinitely close to it.

But even so, against the three great Golden Body Arhats, he did not fall behind in the least.

Jiang Chen clenched his heavy fists and kept trading blows with the three great Golden Body Arhats. The clanging never stopped. Both sides had reached a level of supreme hardness and strength. Jiang Chen fought the three of them fiercely, but his strength was also being suppressed bit by bit. After all, the three great Golden Body Arhats were now on par with true Divine Emperor Realm experts. That was what was most terrifying.

On the other side, things were no longer so easy for the Monk Tyrant either. Xuanyuan Yumo, Lan Mao and Luo Binwang had brought out all their methods too. Suppressing the three of them was not that simple.

“The Waters of the Luo River Come Down from Heaven! Light of the Luo Goddess!”

Luo Binwang held a giant chain of Luo River water that turned into an endless rainbow and kept closing in on the Monk Tyrant. The God Luo Clan was also a great clan of the Divine World. Although it had declined day by day in recent years, it had been a fearsome power in its day.

The waters of the Luo River gushed out. The Monk Tyrant fought while retreating. Xuanyuan Yumo followed right after, and the Xuanyuan Sword Art showed its divine might once again.

“Xuanyuan Sword, Heaven’s Scar!”

Although Xuanyuan Yumo did not have the Xuanyuan Sword, the legendary sword art of the Xuanyuan family, the Xuanyuan Sword Art, was incredibly powerful. It tore a scar across the heavens, and the sword qi left its sound behind.

“Spear of the Mu God!”

Lan Mao held a long spear gleaming with light and also unleashed his strongest method. They had been completely suppressed by the Monk Tyrant. If they kept being timid, they would only be asking for trouble. With the three of them joining forces, they actually withstood the attacks of the God Suppressing Monument. The God Luo Clan, the Mu Clan and the Xuanyuan Clan were not undeserving of their fame either.

The God Suppressing Monument was indeed powerful, but the three of them could not be underestimated either.

The Light of the Luo Goddess, the Xuanyuan Heaven’s Scar and the Spear of the Mu God almost completely matched the God Suppressing Monument. For a while, the four of them were locked in a stalemate. The scene was extremely chaotic, and it was still hard to tell who would win.

“Finally found it.”

At this moment, several more figures appeared in front of the Spirit Vulture Cave. Wuyin the Enlightened, Shenyin the Enlightened, Wu De the Enlightened, and Wei Xiaolong, along with seven Half-step Divine Emperor experts behind them. At this moment, the whole Spirit Vulture Cave became lively once more.

“What a gathering of heroes. Hahaha. I never expected so many experts to all be here. How delightful, how delightful!”

Wei Xiaolong’s spirits soared. Such a grand scene was truly hard to believe. But what he saw now shocked him greatly. Jiang Chen was actually still not dead, and the Scarlet-Ass Macaque had been completely and badly wounded, his life hanging by a thread. As for the others, they were none other than the Reincarnated Living Buddha and the forces of the other great temples. This was bound to be a true battle of dragons and tigers.

“Amitabha! It seems this old monk has not come too late.”

Wu De the Enlightened’s expression tightened and he narrowed his eyes as he looked at everyone here. He knew that the great battle had only just begun. Jiang Chen and the Reincarnated Living Buddha were both fighting passively. Although the experts of Zhongsheng Temple had gotten here first, the outcome had not yet been decided, so their chance was still there.

“Yes. Jiang Chen is here, and the Reincarnated Living Buddha is here too. It seems we won’t have to run around any more. Today, it will all finally be settled.”

Wuyin the Enlightened said. He could not wait to kill Jiang Chen. As for who would get the God Suppressing Monument in the end, that would depend on whose abilities were greater. None of them would give way to the others, and none of them was convinced by the others. But now they had to share a common hatred and defeat their common enemies, Jiang Chen and the Reincarnated Living Buddha, first. Jiang Chen had offended far too many people. He had killed Yueyin the Enlightened and Tianyin the Enlightened, and he had killed Gao De the Enlightened. Almost everyone here had been offended by him.

When Jiang Chen and the Monk Tyrant saw Wu De the Enlightened and the others arrive, their faces also turned extremely dark. They were already caught between advancing and retreating against several Golden Body Arhats. With the situation as it was now, breaking out of the Spirit Vulture Cave would be as hard as climbing to heaven.

“How did all these bastards end up gathered together?”

Jiang Chen could do nothing but smile bitterly. With one punch, he forced back Yuan De, one of the Golden Body Arhats, his face extremely grim. He was confident he could drive off these people, but with Wu De the Enlightened, Wuyin the Enlightened and that damned bunch added in, his situation would become extremely difficult.

“It looks like it’s time to fight for our lives.”

The Monk Tyrant glanced at Jiang Chen. Back then, he had only managed to save his life through a desperate fight to the death. But the people back then had clearly not been as strong as these people now. Even among Half-step Divine Emperors there were higher and lower. These people were super experts who had come from the Western-pole Divine Land and from every direction. They had unparalleled talent and the backing of powerful sects. Like the Golden Body Arhats, each of them could beat three to five Half-step Divine Emperors without any effort.

But Jiang Chen and the Monk Tyrant had nothing. All they could do was fight with their backs to the wall.

“Amitabha. Benefactors, eminent monks, we have come late.”

Shenyin the Enlightened said calmly. The meaning behind these words was profound. Although they had come late, they still had to get their share of the spoils.

“Let’s deal with these two first. Otherwise, none of us will come to a good end.”

Dou Bai snorted coldly and joined the camp trying to kill the Monk Tyrant.