Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

”Senior Brother, quickly help!”

Even four people still can’t suppress Qi Xia Emperor?

His conversation with Luo Chen lasted only a moment, but in this short time, Qi Xia Emperor’s ferocity erupted. Even within the Great Formation, even facing four Divine Transformations at once, he remained invincible and unmatched.

Mo Shouzhuo slowly extended his hand, blocking an attack from Qi Xia Emperor aimed at chasing down Liancheng, while issuing an order to Luo Chen.

”Kill Qing Shuang, and your Life Soul will be returned to you! Otherwise, you will return to the Netherworld right now!”

”Alright!”

Without any hesitation, a sudden explosion echoed within the vast Netherworld Sea.

As sparks fell, Luo Chen’s figure was nowhere to be seen.

Upon reappearing, he was already beside the woman in green.

He threw a punch!

Splat!

Qing Shuang calmly grasped Luo Chen’s stout fist, shaking her head indifferently.

”Your Life Soul may not be in his hands at the moment.”

”I can’t bet on it!” Luo Chen’s expression was ruthless.

Qing Shuang withdrew her wrist and released it again, her immense strength forcefully pushing Luo Chen away.

As her black hair fluttered, her eyes remained calm.

”But you are not my match!”

Luo Chen grinned slightly, ”I can always manage to entangle you enough to prevent you from affecting their battle.”

As he spoke, the attack didn’t stop.

With his footwork like Moon Steps, his figure became elusive, beginning to kick out afterimage after afterimage around Qing Shuang.

Qing Shuang furrowed her brows, forced to put aside her thoughts of going to help Qi Xia Emperor, turning her full attention to dealing with Luo Chen.

Yet as soon as she engaged, she was startled at the changes in her opponent compared to before.

Faster!

Stronger!

More resilient!

In the air, as their kicks collided, she even felt a slight sense of pain.

This was a sensation Qing Shuang had never experienced in her years of Body Refinement.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

After yet another clash of palms, the two were forced to retreat once again.

Qing Shuang remarked in surprise, ”Have you become stronger again?”

Luo Chen’s arms hung down, strands of red and black color beginning to spread at his fingertips. He spoke calmly, ”People always change, not just you, but me too.”

Qing Shuang nodded slightly, indeed agreeing with him.

She was now just one step away from the Divine Transformation Realm.

And Luo Chen’s transformation over these years was also clearly visible.

In their first encounter, he had no power to resist and was unknowingly captured into her Sleeve Universe.

In their second encounter, he had the power to resist, even managing to injure her once with the Withering and Flourishing Divine Fire, but ultimately, his desperate resistance was in vain as she captured him again.

And this third time!

”You are worthy of my full strength.”

Luo Chen smiled slightly, ”I also want to test what I have gained from cultivation over these years.”

With that, the two struck simultaneously.

The void resounded with explosions, leaving only afterimages in place. Upon reappearing, their figures were already intertwined.

From the moment they set foot on Soulbreak Cliff, both Luo Chen and Qing Shuang realized that using magic powers here was not ideal, as they would be heavily suppressed.

They were not Qi Xia Emperor or the Five Elders of Tianyuan, who could withstand such suppression.

Thus, close combat was the best fighting method.

This understanding transformed into the present tacit understanding.

Although the battle might not be as grand as the other battlefield, the intensity and danger increased tenfold or a hundredfold.

Bang!

With a thud, Luo Chen, lacking the protection of Xuan Chen Armor, had a large hole sunken in his chest, with his back raised high.

He reached backhandedly, clawing down on Qing Shuang’s slender yet resilient arm.

Swish!

Five red and black claw marks were clearly visible, along with a faint stench looming at his nose.

Qing Shuang’s expression shifted slightly, her arm trembling.

The claw marks disappeared, but the stench lingered.

Poison!

”Poison Skill? Is that why your Body Refinement advanced so quickly?”

As she spoke, she advanced, her fingers united like a sword, aiming straight for the vital parts on Luo Chen’s body.

Luo Chen’s Qi-Blood surged, and as Origin Force flowed, his chest returned to its original state. Facing the incoming Finger Sword, he retreated with Moon Steps, swiftly turning back to respond with a brazen elbow strike.

Supporting Mountain Technique!

Puff!

An extreme pain came from his shoulder, revealing a shocking blood hole.

But Qing Shuang was not faring well either, knocked back and flying away.

”For this battle, you don’t know how many times I have envisioned it in my mind!”

Ignoring the blood hole on his shoulder, Luo Chen pressed the advantage, unleashing the Seven Scattered Hands of the Demon Monarch and Wind, Moon, Thunder, Cloud Steps to Immortality seamlessly.

Qing Shuang countered every move, trading punches, palms, fingers, claws, and kicks, equally matched and unbeaten.

The two figures intermittently clashed and separated at the edges of Soul Island.

In their ghostly maneuvers, blood rained down.

Amid the collision of palm winds, waves surged.

Yet even in such dangerous close-range combat, the main protagonists were still not them.

The great formation that nearly enveloped the entire Soul Island had already been pushed to its limits.

Six figures rose and fell within it.

One powerful magic item after another streaked like meteors.

Occasionally, a destructive aura would spread, causing Soul Island to rumble with thunderous sounds.

This life-and-death battle involving eight people was ultimately one where life and death would be decided.

Luo Chen had no time to worry about the other side, knowing only that his Life Soul was with the Tianyuan Daoist Sect, and his survival depended on each collision.

With the Heavenly Stick in hand, it lengthened and shortened, churning up vast murky waves.

But Qing Shuang, at an unknown point, had put on a pair of silver-white gloves, fearlessly parrying the heavy blows of the Heavenly Stick.

Furthermore, those gloves, of unknown material and high order, pinched a handful of pale stone powder from the Heavenly Stick upon grasping it.