Dragon-Marked War God

Thunder rolled across the sky as a green-robed figure slowly descended from above. His long hair flowed freely, his face cold and indifferent, and his bright, piercing eyes were full of iciness. He had the air of someone looking down on the whole world, as if no one at all had any presence in his eyes.

The green-robed man gave Jiang Chen a cold glance, his expression detached, as if he felt nothing whatsoever about Jiang Chen. To him, Jiang Chen was like a wisp of air, a wild beast, a drop of rain. He could hardly stir a ripple in the green-robed man’s heart.

Sun Zhan’s eyes shone again and again. The reason he had clung to life so shamelessly was that he had been waiting all along for this man who could save him. Sun Yuan thought his backbone was so hard, and in the end, hadn’t Jiang Chen still thrown him into the Great Yu Soul Forming Light? Enduring the torment of being devoured by ten thousand souls was the most painful thing of all. Sun Zhan knew all too well that whoever understood the times was the wise man. At least he was still alive and well here, and he had waited until his senior brother arrived.

The corners of Sun Zhan’s mouth turned cold and sinister. Now Jiang Chen was sure to die. He and Sun Yuan were only the advance party, there to clear the way for their senior brother. He had never expected to run into this guy Jiang Chen and be taught such a harsh lesson. But now his chance had come. He would no longer have to grovel like a grandson in front of Jiang Chen.

“Haha, you little brat, just wait to die. My Second Senior Brother is here. There’s no escaping your doom now. No one can stand as an enemy of my Futu Pagoda.”

Sun Zhan said with a cold laugh, a fox borrowing the tiger’s might, working up his courage. Jiang Chen had scared him out of his wits just now. Now he would absolutely not give Jiang Chen any more chances.

Jiang Chen sneered and shook his head. In his eyes, someone like Sun Zhan was only fit to be a clown. He could not even be bothered with him. A person like that was far inferior to Sun Yuan, and his death would be no loss at all.

“The Land of Heavenly Lightning is not a place you should have come to. Let Sun Yuan out, and I’ll consider leaving your body whole.”

Lu Changtian said coolly, ordering him about, his expression cold, as if he did not want to say even one more word to Jiang Chen.

“Who do you think you are? Hahaha, putting on airs in front of me? You’re not qualified. If you had Yun Geyao’s strength, maybe I’d give you a little face. As for leaving my body whole, there’s no need for you to do it. I can manage that myself. But if you kneel down and kowtow to me three times, loudly, maybe I’ll think about handing Sun Yuan over to you. Only his corpse, though.”

Jiang Chen stood with his arms folded and smiled faintly, his aura not the least bit weaker, his eyes locked on Lu Changtian’s. Jiang Chen would never give him such a chance. This guy was so full of himself, he really took himself for some supreme emperor.

“You’re the first person who has dared to speak to me like this, and also the last.”

Lu Changtian did not get angry. Instead he laughed, a faint smile on his lips, and nodded slightly.

“And in my eyes, you’re the first person whose showing off has been this awkward. Since you want the Heavenly Lightning Spirit, then get past me first. I’d like to see how much you weigh, and whether you can make me, Jiang Chen, bow here. People of the Futu Pagoda, I kill every one I see. So today, none of you will leave here alive.”

Jiang Chen looked at Lu Changtian with a smile. Their eyes had already clashed several times, needle point against awn, and neither had given half a step.

“This Jiang Chen really is a newborn calf that doesn’t fear the tiger. Interesting. Sun Yuan and Sun Zhan were both beaten by him, but this Lu Changtian makes me more and more curious which of the two will come out on top.”

Ancestor Songzan said with a smile. What he hoped for now was that the two of them would end up wounding each other. Then he could profit from it. Otherwise, their situation was quite dangerous. Whether Jiang Chen or Lu Changtian won, the outcome for them would not be very hopeful.

“Looks like another fierce battle, heh.”

Ancestor Jueming also nodded slightly. The two of them had extremely sharp eyes. At a glance they could see that the two were evenly matched, nearly neck and neck. Jiang Chen had beaten two people in a row before, both very forcefully, but this Lu Changtian was clearly steadier and fully in control. This battle would be even better to watch.

“This guy from the Futu Pagoda is just too shameless. If Little Chen has to deal with him, it might be very hard.”

Han Yan frowned deeply, his face grave. This man was far stronger than the previous two. Jiang Chen was only a Half-step Divine Emperor after all. Fighting him would be very difficult.

“I really don’t know where your confidence comes from. A mere Half-step Divine Emperor dares to swagger in front of me.”

Lu Changtian sighed and shook his head.

“A Half-step Divine Emperor is enough to kill you.”

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his momentum like a rainbow. His whole person was like a sharp sword with its edge fully revealed.

“Fine, then I’ll grant your wish.”

Lu Changtian’s expression turned cold. He took one step forward, his fists coming down like rain, extremely ferocious, a momentum that swallowed the sky and tore through ten thousand zhang of void.

“Your life ends here.”

This punch was like a rainbow in its momentum, shaking the world. Everyone’s breath caught. They held their breath and did not dare look at Jiang Chen, afraid he would be blasted out of existence, soul and all, by one punch.

“Kid, this is what you get for going against the Futu Pagoda. Hmph.”

Sun Zhan snorted coldly, gazing up into the void, a mocking look at the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Chen was fearless. Under Dragon Transformation, he clenched his fist and traded a punch head-on with Lu Changtian. Jiang Chen was knocked back more than ten steps, while Lu Changtian did not budge at all. At that moment, Jiang Chen felt enormous pressure. This guy really was strong. Although his strength had not reached the Mid Divine Emperor Realm, he must already be at the peak of the Early Divine Emperor Realm. Even compared to Ancestor Songzan’s strength, he was not far off. He truly lived up to being from the Futu Pagoda.

“Your strength is too weak. You can’t possibly be my match. I don’t want to waste time. Kneel down now and I can still leave your body whole. Otherwise, just wait to die with your soul scattered.”

Lu Changtian said with a cold look.

“Do all you people of the Futu Pagoda talk this much nonsense?”

Jiang Chen frowned, his expression cold as frost. He reached out and gripped the Heavenly Dragon Sword, its tip pointing straight at Lu Changtian.

“Since you insist on seeking death, then I’ll just have to go to a bit more trouble.”

Lu Changtian’s face was cold, his eyes sharp. He gripped a Fangtian halberd. With the divine weapon in hand, he struck with force, driving straight at Jiang Chen.

“Die.”

Lu Changtian swung the Fangtian halberd and smashed it furiously through the void with a rumbling roar. Jiang Chen’s expression tightened. The two of them clashed again and again. The Fangtian halberd came down in nine turns, sending out domineering blades of fierce light that cut across the sky.

Jiang Chen’s sword shadows broke through the great chains of wind and thunder in the sky. He pressed on against the difficulty, his sword coming out like a dragon, startling light shooting in every direction, roaring and bellowing, dragon shadows rising to overturn the sky.

“Sixteenth Sword!”

Jiang Chen did not dare slack off, since the expert he faced was no ordinary one.

“Gale Breath-Severing Slash!”

Lu Changtian swung the Fangtian halberd, calm and composed and extremely domineering. One fierce attack after another came, so strong that even Jiang Chen’s Sixteenth Sword could hardly withstand them. Jiang Chen’s eyes were cold. He retreated in order to advance, sword light shooting in all directions. Although he was beaten back with every move, he did not suffer any severe injury. Under Lu Changtian’s Fangtian halberd he broke free time and again, narrowly escaping death. Lu Changtian was unstoppable, like splitting bamboo, his long halberd sweeping everywhere, peerless, forcing Jiang Chen back again and again.