Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 929: Chapter 379: Mountain Collapse Breaking the Formation, Slaying Yan Lei, Grudge of the Dried Toad, The Underground Great Gate_2

Crack!

A lightning bolt struck down from above, engulfing him in endless silver-white radiance.

An amulet on his body automatically emerged with light, blocking the strike.

Not only that, but the small hammer in his hand was absorbing the power of thunder around him.

But that was as far as he could go!

The next moment.

Yan Leizi struggled to turn his head.

Where Luo Chen had once been, there was now only an afterimage.

From the air, the sound of high-speed vibration came.

He was powerless to resist any longer and could only open his mouth.

“Friend, I am the son of a Golden Core…”

Shh!

Yan Leizi looked at his own abdomen in disbelief.

A sword tip had pierced through his chest!

The next moment.

Behind him, Luo Chen’s wings trembled as his fingers swiftly formed seals.

“Turn!”

With a low shout, the Xuanhuo Sword suddenly began to spin.

Countless flaming meteors erupted from it.

In just an instant, his body was burnt to a cinder.

The jade amulet he was wearing tried to emit the silver-white light once more.

However, after having previously resisted the might of both Mountain Collapse and Heavenly Thunder, it was now running out of strength and could only emit partial light, protecting Yan Leizi’s head.

Within three feet.

Luo Chen frowned slightly.

“A Golden Core technique similar to the Profound Ice Talisman given by Jueqing Fairy?”

A glint of severity flashed in his eyes as he controlled the Xuanhuo Sword to thrust again.

The head protected by the light from the amulet showed a look of terror.

While frantically retreating, he pleaded for mercy.

“Friend Luo, please don’t be so merciless.”

“Spare my life, and I will make it worth your while!”

Ding!

The Xuanhuo Sword thrust against the silver-white light but failed to pierce through.

Luo Chen snorted coldly and opened his mouth to exhale.

The Sword Pill appeared, instantly transforming into a vast net of sword light, slashing from all directions.

Yan Leizi’s soul was filled with terror, “You can’t kill me, my father is Di Wanyun, a Golden Core Elder of the Flame Alliance! If you kill me, he won’t let you off the hook.”

Luo Chen acted as if he hadn’t heard anything.

He simply continued to manipulate the sword light net to block the other’s retreat.

With a gesture of his hand, the Xuanhuo Sword returned to his grasp.

How could he possibly be soft-hearted at this moment?

Having decided to take action, he could not possibly show mercy.

Especially since he had destroyed the other’s body, leaving only a head.

Even if Yan Leizi survived, it would be difficult for him to reshape a body that was most compatible with his own, and his path as an immortal would be severed.

In such a situation, Yan Leizi would certainly not let him go!

The so-called Golden Core Elder of the Flame Alliance backing him would be even less likely to let him go!

In life and in action, one must be ruthless!

Luo Chen held the Xuanhuo Sword as meteors emerged from the tip of the blade.

The Flying Flame Fireflies technique was a minor skill he had mastered during the Qi Refinement Stage.

It had never had a place in battle until now.

But that did not mean it was of no use!

At this moment, he had seen through the flaw in the jade amulet.

It could resist explosive attacks, its defensive capabilities were extremely strong, estimated to be only slightly weaker than the Profound Ice Talisman given by the Jueqing Fairy, with the advantage of being able to be activated multiple times.

But the downside was also obvious.

It had a long recharge period!

Under continuous attack, weaknesses were increasingly exposed.

Compared to techniques like the Fierce Sun Technique, the incessant Flying Flame Fireflies were more suitable for use under these circumstances.

With a thought, his sword swung.

Flaming meteors raced straight towards the silver-white shield.

Yan Leizi’s soul was filled with utter despair.

In his ears echoed the grating sound of the sword net cutting and grinding.

In his eyes were the unending meteors.

The enemy truly intended to kill him!

As he watched the silver-white light get weaker under the impact of the meteors and sword light, the despair in his eyes intensified to the extreme.

And then a hint of insanity emerged.

“Since you won’t let me live, then don’t expect to have it easy either!”

With those words, he closed his eyes.

The next moment, his entire head spontaneously combusted!

On the battlefield, the terrifying and notoriously cautious grandmaster of thunder magic, Yan Leizi, had not released any substantial attacks against Luo Chen from start to finish.

And so, he fell!

However, the next moment.

A flame imprint drifted out from the wisps of blue smoke, heading straight for Luo Chen.

Luo Chen’s expression changed slightly.

“A Curse Technique?”

He laughed coldly, his wings trembled, and he quickly retreated.

In just a few breaths, he had moved a great distance away from Trapped Sky Valley.

This far, that so-called curse should be…

“Not right!”

Luo Chen slapped his forehead, a burning heat enveloping it.

Vaguely, it was as if it wanted to burn his Divine Soul.

Without any hesitation, he performed the Water Mirror Technique and looked intently.

On his handsome face, aside from a look of deep gloom, there was also a small flame burning on his forehead.

“Damn it, what is this technique?”

“Why can’t it be shaken off even after getting so far away?”

“Is it a Fire Type skill? A Divine Soul Secret Art? Or some other method?”

A series of questions surfaced, and Luo Chen’s face was as somber as if it was about to drip with water!

At this moment.

From the direction of Trapped Sky Valley came the sound of stones tearing through the sky.

Luo Chen had to temporarily ignore the flame imprint on his forehead and flew towards Trapped Sky Valley.

He hadn’t even reached Trapped Sky Valley yet when he saw the scene there.

A disheveled figure brandishing a Jade Ruler was fleeing for his life.

Behind him, Wang Yuan’s hair billowed, his eyes cold, wearing something akin to armor, taking giant strides in pursuit.

From time to time, he would launch a few Blood God Tribulation Pointers.

Despite the figure’s desperate defense and evasion, occasionally, some of the blood-colored pointers that he avoided would bizarrely return.

Within moments.

His body was riddled with holes, bleeding profusely.