Chapter 6328 Seizing Dragon Karmic Luck
The instant Long Chen gazed upon the karmic luck divine radiance flowing down from the heavens, his mind cleared.
Every strand of karmic luck carried its own unique aura, depending on its origin. The one here was split—half belonging to the nine heavens and half from the other world.
One of them was sacred and holy, the other dark and sinister. Yet, the two were now entangled. The other-world experts had infected and absorbed the sacred half, corrupting its purity.
What surged before Long Chen was no longer ordinary karmic luck. It carried not only the Dao-charm of the nine heavens but also the unique fluctuations of the dragon race.
In other words, this karmic luck was originally the dragon race’s birthright.
A realization struck Long Chen like thunder. All of the enemies’ Sovereign flames came from the dragon race to begin with. They weren’t creating them—they were stealing them. The flames had merely changed masters.
An enemy with 995 Sovereign flames appeared in front of Long Chen like a bolt of lightning. His speed was terrifying.
Long Chen’s palm flicked out, and a blood-colored cross erupted.
BOOM!
Blood mist filled the air.
That expert had been fast. But his death was even faster.
With his fall, several enemies within the karmic luck divine radiance stirred from their meditation. Shock and fury blazed in their eyes as they charged at Long Chen.
The moment they attacked, Long Chen smiled disdainfully. Their strength had grown too rapidly, leaving their foundations unstable. Their auras overflowed, yet their strikes were clumsy, like children swinging heavy hammers.
Ordinarily, Long Chen would have drawn upon his astral energy. But against such half-baked experts, his dragon blood energy alone was enough.
Lightning-fast, he wove through their attacks. Over seven hundred Sovereign flames converged around him as he slipped past a punch.
Seeing his seven hundred Sovereign flames, the vile dragon experts burned with contempt.
“He only has seven hundred Sovereign flames! Kill him!” one of them shouted.
A speedy vile dragon unfurled his wings. Space shuddered as he vanished and reappeared by Long Chen’s side.
He was shocked. By his calculation, he should have landed behind Long Chen and then proceeded to wring his neck.
But his prey wasn’t there...
At this moment, his comrades shouted to warn that Long Chen was standing behind him.
A violet-scaled finger tapped the back of his skull.
Puchi!
A beam of violet light pierced through. The next moment, this expert’s Sovereign flames guttered out, and he dropped lifeless to the ground.
The others froze in disbelief.
Why had their comrade offered his back to the enemy? Had he thrown his life away?
In truth, Long Chen had read him perfectly. The moment the expert spread his wings, Long Chen had already predicted his angle of attack. With a single, subtle step backward, he had turned the ambush against its owner.
It looked inadvertent, and none of the enemies realized just how skillful this one step was.
“Die!” the enemies bellowed.
To think a mere seven-hundred-flame divine sprout had slain one of their kind! To them, it wasn’t just a loss—it was humiliation.
They could not endure it. With madness in their eyes, they lunged together.
Watching these crazed fools attack like headless beasts, Long Chen snorted. He shifted slightly, preparing to pull back from the center so they couldn’t surround him. Then he would cut them down one by one.
In truth, their strikes posed no threat to him at all. They might as well have been headless flies, their chaotic attacks only interfering with each other.
Just then, a vortex rippled open behind Long Chen. Vines burst forth, writhing like pythons as they locked down the void.
“Zhi Zhi!”
Long Chen’s eyes lit up in pleasant surprise—Zhi Zhi was clearly much stronger than before.
“What the hell is this?!” these vile dragon experts shouted, slashing furiously.
The vines exploded apart under their blows, but Zhi Zhi hadn’t intended to kill. Its purpose was simple: disrupt them, and give Long Chen an opening.
“Good job!” Long Chen praised as vines whipped past him. Zhi Zhi truly was clever.
With a flash, he appeared before one entangled expert, and his palm fell like a hammer.
Bang!
The man’s head exploded.
Then Long Chen was gone again, shuttling through the writhing vines like a phantom. Each flicker of violet light ended with another vile dragon expert’s corpse hitting the ground.
“Damn it!” the vile dragons roared in frustration. The vines weren’t deadly, but their endless interference was maddening.
Having been in seclusion this whole time, these vile dragons had grown from five or six hundred Sovereign flames to their current level in one stretch. Their strength had skyrocketed so much that their control weakened. Now, with Zhi Zhi’s sudden interference, they were too flustered to fight properly.
Long Chen was like a ghost weaving through the battlefield, killing them one by one. Some panicked and tried to flee—only to expose their backs and die even faster.
By the time the vines stilled, seventy experts had already fallen. Their Sovereign flames surged into Long Chen, swelling his power until he was on the verge of reaching eight hundred Sovereign flames.
Long Chen was pleasantly surprised. This rate of improvement exceeded his expectation. As he killed them, he absorbed their Sovereign flames.
As their corpses fell, the karmic luck in the space started to unravel. It drifted apart like mist as though pulled by some unseen force, and it floated toward Xue Tu and the others.
In the middle of combat, Xue Tu’s aura suddenly erupted. A brand-new Sovereign flame somehow condensed within him.
His eyes turned scarlet as the truth struck him.
“You bastards! Return the dragon race’s karmic luck to us!” he bellowed.