Chapter 421: The Next Objective

“Long Chen, come here quickly. He might... not last much longer.” Chu Yao's anxious voice rang out.

Long Chen hurried over and saw Chu Yao's wooden pillars wrapped tightly around Li Qi, channeling their tremendous vitality into him.

Ye Zhiqiu and the others surrounded Li Qi, and Song Mingyuan was already weeping. The two had always been as close as brothers. Seeing Li Qi like this made him feel as though a knife were cutting into him.

At this point, Li Qi's body was like a funnel, unable to hold the spiritual energy Chu Yao sent into it. He could still retain a shred of consciousness only because of Chu Yao's power.

However, Li Qi himself no longer had any vitality. He would not be able to last long on an outsider's power alone.

“Long Chen...

“Long Chen, I...” Chu Yao said sadly. She could not pull Li Qi back from the hands of the god of death. They had arrived a step too late.

“You don't want to... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . .. . . .. . .. . . . . . . .. .. . . .. . . .. . . .. . . .. . .. . .. . .. . . . . .. . . .. . .. . .. . .

“Li Qi, you can't leave me, Brother...” Song Mingyuan could not help crying.

“All right, stop being sad. He won't die.”

Long Chen took a deep breath, and a drop of turquoise liquid appeared in his hand. It was the Life Divine Liquid that the expert from the Spirit World had given him before departing.

This liquid was astonishing. No matter how severe the injury, it could heal it. At least, it had never failed so far.

However, after all this time, only the last drop of Life Divine Liquid remained. The last time Long Chen had undergone his lightning tribulation, his injuries had been so severe, yet he had still been unwilling to use it.

Now Li Qi was already halfway through the gates of hell, and only this drop of divine liquid could save his life.

Long Chen sent the drop of Life Divine Liquid into Li Qi's mouth, and Li Qi immediately fell unconscious, shocking everyone.

“His vitality is reviving!”

Chu Yao could not help rejoicing. She immediately sensed Li Qi's flame of life reigniting. The life energy she was channeling into him finally had somewhere to settle.

Long Chen nodded, glanced at Guan Wennan, and could not help sighing. They had arrived too late. Guan Wennan had been dead for a long time.

“Brother Guan died to save me. I must avenge him,” Yue Zifeng, who rarely spoke, said fiercely.

The four had now been treated by Chu Yao, and their injuries were no longer serious, though they would need some time to recover.

“Let me find out what's going on first.”

“”

Long Chen slapped a Supreme expert across the face. That slap temporarily blocked the pain in the man's body, cutting off the pain signals in his nerves.

“Long Chen, please spare me, please spare me! I can't bear it...” the Supreme expert begged for mercy, his face filled with terror.

He had never experienced such pain. It could literally kill a person, and even more deadly was the fact that it had surpassed the limits of what a person could endure.

Normally, when pain reached a person's limit, to keep that person from dying of agony, the nerves in the brain would automatically shut off the pain and cause unconsciousness as a form of self-protection.

But nobody knew what method Long Chen had used. They were clearly already in agony, yet even fainting was an unattainable luxury.

The pain in every nerve was conveyed to them with perfect clarity, and they finally understood what it meant to be miserable. Read this novel at novelping.com for the best experience.

“Speak. Who ordered you to do this?” Long Chen said coldly.

“If I tell you, will you let me go?” The man's eyes lit up, and a glimmer of hope appeared.

“”

Long Chen slapped him again and said coldly, “You're not qualified to bargain.”

After Long Chen's slap, the man's whole body immediately began writhing, his eyes bulging as he returned to his previous agonizing pain.

“”

Long Chen slapped another person across the face and snorted coldly. “You only have one chance. I don't like listening to bullshit.”

With terror on his face, the man glanced at his two companions constantly writhing beside him and told the whole story in full detail.

It turned out that the three people before him were all lackeys of the First Monastery. The First Monastery was extremely powerful throughout the monasteries, with connections to dozens of sects.

To put it plainly, those other monasteries were effectively subordinate forces of the First Monastery, and they were essentially all in the top fifty.

Sects ranked below fiftieth were basically ignorant of the First Sect, though some people still liked to press their warm faces against its cold backside.

The last time Long Chen had killed Han Tianfeng, he had cut off one of Yin Wushuang's arms and frightened her into wanting to kill him. She wanted to find Han Tianyu, but Han Tianyu did not know where to retreat.

After returning, Yin Wushuang had been restless. She had fought two fierce battles with Long Chen. The first time, she could still fight him fiercely. But the second time, although she had advanced to the Bone Forging realm and her strength had greatly increased, the gap between her and Long Chen had grown wider and wider.

This time, Long Chen had truly frightened her to death. Whenever she closed her eyes, she saw his cold, merciless face and the image of him holding a bloodstained saber to cut her in two.

Now that Long Chen had become Yin Wushuang's nightmare, she feared he would continue growing stronger. She therefore gathered her people in the name of Han Tianyu of the First Monastery to deal with Long Chen in secret.

The others were no fools. Long Chen could kill Han Tianfeng. How many people on the Righteous path dared fight Long Chen?

Those strong enough to do anything to Long Chen would not listen to her at all. Her favors were worth nothing in their eyes.

So Yin Wushuang turned her attention to her subordinate forces and those small sects, offering enough incentives to make their hearts race so that they would interfere with Long Chen.

They did not need to kill Long Chen, only keep an eye on him at all times and cause him some trouble.

Of course, if they could kill the people around Long Chen, that would be wonderful. She would give them extraordinarily generous rewards and even introduce some who performed well into the Yin family.

Yin Wushuang came from an ancient family. She had come to the monastery to cultivate because of Han Tianyu. With the Yin family's power, there was no need for her to come to such a small place.

So when many people heard that promise, they became extremely excited. Those who had very good relations with the First Monastery in particular, along with several experts, worked even harder to please them.

After Long Chen entered Luopan Mountain, he stayed there. Yin Wushuang saw his intention and secretly encouraged everyone to intercept and kill the disciples of the 108th Monastery.

Her purpose was to drive Long Chen mad and make him search everywhere for the killers. Once driven mad, he would certainly kill everyone and attract everyone's attention. She believed that sooner or later, this would arouse the displeasure of all the experts. If those experts acted against Long Chen, her goal would be achieved.

The entrances to the Jiuli Secret Realm spanned seven prefectures. This place was not dominated by the Xuantian Monasteries alone; geniuses from other prefectures had also entered the secret realm. The source of this chapter is novelping dot com.

Once Long Chen attracted the attention of other geniuses, conflicts would be very likely. She was about to push Long Chen to the forefront.

Even if Long Chen hunted the killers everywhere without attracting anyone else's attention, he would inevitably waste countless experiences, and her purpose would still be achieved.

Across those two battles, Long Chen's rate of growth could be called abnormal. He was rising like a comet, an intimidating sight.

Even though she had confidence in Han Tianyu, she still did not want to see Long Chen continue growing. That was her plan.

“Where is Yin Wushuang now?” As Long Chen listened, his killing intent boiled. This woman was far too sinister. She could not be left alive.

“I... I don't know... After she sent out the message, she hid and told us that if we succeeded, we should immediately find somewhere to go into seclusion and avoid clashing with you,” the Supreme expert said, his face filled with horror.

“This Yin Wushuang is so vicious,” Chu Yao could not help saying angrily.

“We must kill her to avenge our dead brothers,” Yue Zifeng said through gritted teeth.

“What? Others have died too?” Long Chen could not help being shocked.

Song Mingyuan, Luo Cang, and Yue Zifeng were silent for a while, their eyes seeming to spit fire. Even Ye Zhiqiu, who had not spoken, could not help looking gloomy.

Song Mingyuan gritted his teeth and said, “After hearing about the battle at Luopan Mountain, we all came from different directions. Many of us were intercepted and killed along the way.

“And while we were fighting them, we'd heard that many brothers had been killed and beheaded to show their determination to that bitch Yin Wushuang...”

Song Mingyuan clenched his teeth as he spoke. Every word was forced through the gaps between his teeth, and his face twisted with rage.

“We also killed many people along the way. In their spatial rings, we saw recordings of some of our brothers losing their lives...” Luo Cang choked up a little as he said this.

Everyone present was hot-blooded, but seeing their brothers being killed was something even the strongest person could not bear.

“In our 108th Monastery, we're the only ones who survived. Everyone else is...”

Long Chen felt as though a huge rock had crushed his heart. Although he had prepared himself and knew there were countless dangers in the secret realm, he still could not accept this number.

Those who were gone were not mere numbers, but living, breathing people. Since Song Mingyuan had said those words, it meant he was truly certain that they had fallen.

As for the details, Long Chen no longer needed to ask. Making the people around him explain how each one had fallen would be a merciless wound.

“These three are yours. Kill them however you like. Use any methods you want,” Long Chen said.

“Good.”

The three stood up at the same time, each carrying a corpse, and found a secluded corner. Only after more than an hour did they return, slightly relieved, with tears and smiles on their faces.

Seeing the three men return, Chu Yao extended her hand, and a coffin made of wooden pillars appeared before everyone.

Long Chen and several others gently placed Guan Wennan's body inside the coffin. When the lid was closed, everyone's heart felt extraordinarily heavy.

“Let's go. The next objective—revenge.”

After clearing the battlefield, Long Chen gazed toward the distant sky, the killing intent in his eyes having condensed into something tangible.