Dragon-Marked War God

“Arrogant rat, despising my Futu Pagoda like this! I think you’re tired of living. Today you’re certain to die!”

Sun Zhan shouted in a deep voice, his face cold. The glory of the Futu Pagoda was not something anyone could sully. The Futu Pagoda was like an unshakable sun over the Central Region Divine Land, shining on the earth.

“A defeated general daring to talk about courage? You piece of trash had better keep quiet.”

Jiang Chen said with a cold laugh. Sun Zhan was left speechless for a moment. It was true that to Jiang Chen he was a defeated opponent. But this defeated opponent was not someone just anyone could stand here against.

“The glory of the Futu Pagoda is not something a tiny Half-step Divine Emperor like you can change. To the Futu Pagoda, you’re just a piece of dispensable trash. Kid, prepare to die.”

Sun Yuan stared straight at Jiang Chen. At this moment he was ready to strike, like a drawn sword and a bent bow.

“Fine. Then today, I, Jiang Chen, will cut down the Futu Pagoda in my wrath.”

Jiang Chen gave a cold laugh, drew his sword, and clashed with Sun Yuan. Sun Yuan held a long blade, its edge fully revealed, his eyes full of deadly killing intent.

The two of them kept crossing back and forth. Sun Yuan’s might followed wherever his long blade pointed, unstoppable. He was indeed quite a bit stronger than Sun Zhan.

Jiang Chen’s expression tightened, but he was fearless. A mere Early Divine Emperor could not do anything to him, even though this guy’s strength was not ordinary.

Jiang Chen slashed out a sword, and heaven and earth changed color. He and Sun Yuan kept clashing, their battle qi soaring through the air, extremely domineering. Blade light and sword shadows converged into halos of light that swirled above the canyon, over the Heavenly Lightning.

Every one of Sun Yuan’s moves was deadly. In his hands there were no fancy flourishes. When his blade left its sheath, it was only to kill. With a single step forward, his momentum surged up. His blade technique was just as exquisite. Blade light shot through the void, forming terrifying gales that wrapped Jiang Chen up completely.

Jiang Chen was completely suppressed by Sun Yuan. Although he seemed passive, Jiang Chen knew exactly what he was doing. Sun Yuan’s blade technique was indeed very strong, its momentum vast, peerless in the world. At least among Divine Emperors it could be considered quite terrifying. But in Jiang Chen’s eyes, it was only so-so.

“Blood Rain Blade Art! Sky-Filling Blood Rain Turns to Azure!”

Sun Yuan pressed his advantage, wanting to take Jiang Chen in one go. But he had never expected Jiang Chen to withstand pressure so well. The blade light turned into rain, its momentum swallowing ten thousand miles like a tiger, blasting everyone back. Its momentum was more than one level above Sun Zhan’s.

“Your friend seems to be on the back foot.”

Leng Qianqian said in a low voice, her beautiful eyes flickering. Naturally she did not want Jiang Chen to lose, but at this moment Sun Yuan had indeed seized the initiative. Jiang Chen was fighting while retreating, without striking any fatal blow, and had instead been tangled up by Sun Yuan.

“Little Chen hasn’t even used Dragon Transformation yet, and this kid already can’t do anything to him. Looks like this is another fight with no suspense at all.”

Han Yan was full of confidence in Jiang Chen. In this fight, he believed Jiang Chen had not used his full strength yet. A mere Early Divine Emperor, Jiang Chen would certainly not take him seriously. Back in the day, he had fought enemies several levels above him. This was just a drizzle.

“Huh? Really?”

Leng Qianqian did not quite believe it, but Han Yan’s tone left no room for doubt.

Jiang Chen’s eyes turned cold. This guy had actually begun such a frenzied assault, clearly not leaving him the slightest way out. He could not keep feigning weakness any longer. He had to cut the tangle with a sharp knife and kill him quickly, so the Heavenly Lightning Spirit would have no chance to fight back.

“Roar—”

Jiang Chen gave a furious roar. Under Dragon Transformation, his strength became incredibly powerful once again. Facing Sun Yuan now, he had nothing to fear. With every advance and retreat, every punch and palm, Sun Yuan began to feel no small pressure.

“God Sealing Prohibition!”

Jiang Chen used the Eastern Emperor Limitless Art again, but Sun Yuan’s face was full of disdain.

“Same old thing. I told you, your Eastern Emperor Limitless Art is a bottom-tier technique, not fit for any grand stage at all.”

Sun Yuan said with disdain.

“Then try it and see.”

Jiang Chen smiled faintly. At this moment, the Eastern Emperor Bell, along with the Divine Golden Bell, kept growing larger and larger and kept rising into the void. Terrifying waves of energy rolled past, blotting out the sun. Sun Yuan’s face changed slightly. Was this guy’s Eastern Emperor Limitless Art really so formidable? Just now it had not had such fierce might.

“This… impossible!”

Sun Yuan’s face changed in shock and he retreated quickly, because the Eastern Emperor Bell was already smashing down, and it made Sun Yuan feel the breath of death. Although he forcefully slashed out eighty-one strokes, he still could not block the might of the Divine Golden Bell crashing down. All his blade light seemed incredibly fragile beneath the divine bell. In the end, Sun Yuan was sent flying by the divine bell. Golden phantom light filled the sky. Everyone held their breath. At this moment, looking at Jiang Chen holding the golden bell, it was like looking at a god. They could not help feeling the urge to prostrate themselves in worship.

The most shaken of all was Sun Yuan, because he had been full of confidence in himself, yet this one blow of the divine bell had almost completely robbed him of his fighting strength. He had not underestimated Jiang Chen, but Jiang Chen’s counterattack had been so shockingly powerful. Was that really the kind of power the Eastern Emperor Limitless Art could unleash? Sun Yuan’s face was full of doubt and gravity.

“Brother Yuan!”

Sun Zhan’s face changed and he quickly caught Sun Yuan as he was flung away. At this moment, even he was blasted back. The two of them looked grave and exchanged a look. If they did not join forces now, it seemed they had no way at all to stand against Jiang Chen.

“Kid, you asked for this. Whoever my Futu Pagoda wants to kill can never escape our grasp!”

Sun Yuan’s eyes were dark and gloomy. He gave a cold laugh and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his fighting spirit full.

“Still want to fight? Heh, you really don’t know what’s good for you.”

Jiang Chen shook his head with a smile. Did these two really think this was all he could do?

“Attack, Sun Zhan. This time we must kill this wretch.”

The two of them nodded at the same time and struck together. The giant axe and the long blade complemented each other as they came slashing down, leaving Jiang Chen nowhere to hide. Together, the two of them were not simply one plus one equals two. It was even stronger.

“Die!”

Sun Yuan shouted furiously. Everyone was sweating for Jiang Chen, except Han Yan.

Jiang Chen gave a cold laugh, looking at the phantoms filling the sky, layer upon layer of blade light and axe shadows towering over heaven and earth. Jiang Chen gave a low shout, gripped the Eastern Emperor Bell, and set the Eastern Emperor Limitless Art in motion. With one swing of the bell, heaven and earth changed color, wind and clouds gathered, thunder flashed, ghosts wailed and wolves howled.

In an instant, Sun Yuan and Sun Zhan were both badly wounded. They were nearly smashed to pieces and both crippled. Beneath the golden bell, their faces turned as pale as could be.

Jiang Chen looked at their wretched state and said coldly:

“All of you are trash!”