Chapter 6139 Divine Son Fan Ji
The Sovereign Lords looked down to see a massive lotus blooming on the ground, multicolored flames flickering across its surface.
The flame lotus was colossal, and they were hovering directly above its heart.
A closer glance revealed billions of razor-sharp, petal-like dragon scales forming the lotus’s center. Each scale glinted with a cold, metallic sheen, exuding a slicing aura that sent chills down their spines.
“It’s a trap! Run!” shouted one of them.
BOOM!
Before they could even move, the lotus detonated. Countless dragon scales shot out, borrowing the power of the flame lotus to tear through the void.
The spatial domain of these third Heavenstage Sovereign Lords couldn’t stop the dragon scales from ripping through their flesh.
“AH!”
Screams of terror and pain rang out. These scales directly dug into their bodies, and like demonic mouths, they crazily absorbed their blood soul energy.
Though the scales were weakened after breaking through their spatial barriers, their devouring power was horrifying.
Some were hit by hundreds of scales, which sank into their bones deeply.
Roaring in agony, the Sovereign Lords fled that twisted space. But in mere moments, their auras collapsed.
“Long Chen, you won’t have a good death!” howled one of them.
They emerged from the trap only to find Long Chen hovering calmly in the sky above, gazing down coldly. Some of them, maddened by pain and humiliation, charged toward him.
However, Long Chen refused to face them directly. With a flap of his Kunpeng wings, he vanished like lightning.
In their weakened states, they had no chance of catching up—even at full strength, they wouldn’t have.
In just a few breaths, the weakest of them withered away, unable to endure. Evilmoon had sucked them dry.
“Hahaha, the blood moon runes have appeared! Yes, yes!” Evilmoon shouted arrogantly.
Only then did Long Chen notice: the flower petals now had blood-colored crescent moons on them. They looked like sharp scythes of blood, emitting a frightening aura.
Just then, Long Chen’s heart shuddered. He almost instinctively dodged to the side.
BOOM!
A silver spear pierced through the space where he’d just been. If he’d moved a second later, it would’ve skewered him on the spot.
That strike came without warning. Only at the final moment had he sensed it. The attack could even deceive the senses of the Nine Star Hegemon Body Art.
“Long Chen? What a surprise. It seems your death is at hand now that you’ve run into me.”
A voice echoed from above.
The silver spear flew back into the hand of a man wearing a golden crown and violet belt, divine light flashing in his eyes.
The pressure rolling off him was stronger than any third Heavenstage Sovereign Lord.
The fleeing Sovereign Lords instantly recognized him and cried out for help. “Divine son, save us!”
However, the man didn’t even look at them. His sharp gaze was locked onto Long Chen.
Long Chen’s heart shook.
This person’s aura was terrifying, and his divine energy fluctuations were actually comparable to Long Can.
The moment Long Chen saw him, a title appeared in his mind: a true son of Brahma.
He had killed one of them before—Fantian De—but that so-called divine son had been little more than a weakling.
This man, however, was the real deal. His divine energy was on a completely different level.
“Divine son!”
The fleeing Sovereign Lords rushed toward him, kneeling and begging.
“Useless ants. Die!”
That man frowned and swung his silver spear.
BOOM!
Divine light surged. The Sovereign Lords exploded where they stood—reduced to dust.
With them gone, this divine son pointed his spear at Long Chen.
“I expected some ruthless character, but you’re just a piece of trash. How disappointing,” mocked the divine son.
“The last divine son I killed acted the same way—maybe even worse. By now, the grass on his grave is waist-high,” said Long Chen, shaking his head.
This divine son sneered, “You speak of Fantian De? That clown dared call himself a divine son? Pathetic. There are only four true sons of Brahma—those born with the karmic fate of the Brahma God Dao.
“The karmic luck of the Brahma line will only converge upon the four sons and eight guards. The four sons are us, while the eight guards refer to the Eight Great Divine Commanders. The rest? They are simply geniuses who got a nice title as a joke. To think an ant like Fantian De would vainly wish to be a divine son. What a lunatic.”
Long Chen narrowed his eyes.
So out of the so-called eight divine sons, only four were real. The rest were just glorified boasters.
In that case, Fantian De was similar to the Silver Hair Void Crusher. However, the Silver Hair Void Crusher was even more pitiful. He had waited countless years to get his chance. But just as he was about to shine, Long Chen killed him.
“Remember my name—Fan Ji. Carve it into your soul, so you won’t forget in it the afterlife,” Fan Ji sneered.
He suddenly stabbed his silver spear forward, and Long Chen felt the space around him freeze.
“These magical laws... they’re even stronger than those of a peak third Heavenstage Sovereign Lord,” Long Chen muttered.
Fan Ji wasn’t just powerful—he was terrifying, definitely the strongest opponent of Long Chen’s generation so far.
When Long Chen summoned his violet qi, the frozen space shattered.
Due to the Zenith Star Covering Art, Long Chen had exhausted his core astral energy. He could no longer maintain his astral battle armor. Now, he had to rely on his violet blood.
“Heaven Blocking Shield!”
He summoned the great shield in a flash—
CRACK!
—Only to watch it get pierced through like paper. The reflection effect failed entirely.
“The spear’s divine energy is concentrated to the three-inch tip. Even the Heaven Blocking Shield can’t withstand it!”
Long Chen was shocked once more.
Fan Ji’s divine energy is actually this compressed? No, this is not his power. It was the spear!
“Violet Lightning Cloud Piercer!” Long Chen shouted, extending a finger.
A bolt of violet lightning the thickness of a chopstick shot out.
“Hmph, an ant trying to stop a chariot.” Fan Ji scoffed upon seeing such a weak thunderforce.
BOOM!
However, when this violet lightning struck the tip of the spear, there was a huge explosion.
“Oh?”
Fan Ji was surprised this time. His spear’s momentum... was halted.
“Interesting. But it won’t change your fate,” Fan Ji said.
With a swing of his hand, Fan Ji summoned a jade disk in the distant sky.
“Let this be your legacy. I’ll record your pathetic defeat and show the world how I crushed the human race’s so-called number one genius,” Fan Ji said.
Seeing that jade disk, Long Chen seethed with fury. Even if he couldn’t use his astral energy, he refused to be humiliated.
“Violet Qi From the East! Ten Thousand Manifestations Shine! Sovereign Mountain Descends!” Long Chen roared.
A vast tide of violet qi surged behind him. An enormous mountain tore through the heavens, bringing with it a sacred, crushing aura.