Supreme Dragon Lord-Chapter 110: Fight the War King!

With a single move, Long Chen had slain four War Sect experts. The Sword Ancestor’s disciples and the others watched, horrified. They had never expected that among the disciples of the Martial Sect, aside from Chu Lingjun, there was another expert of this caliber.

Aren’t these third-class disciples? Their strength should be in the War Maniac Realm at most. How can this be? There were eight War Sect experts, and now only three remain?

Long Chen immediately activated the Wind Control Skill, his speed becoming incredibly fast. Wherever he passed, the Blackwind Sword swept across.

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

In less than a moment, several more War Maniac Realm experts lay in pools of blood.

Long Chen glanced toward Chu Lingjun. Although she could hold her own against an expert at the War King Realm Third Level, she was clearly at a disadvantage.

"Brother Long, go help Sister Chu," Tang Le said. "Leave the rest of these guys to me."

Hearing this, Long Chen nodded slightly, his gaze locking onto Zhang Ming. He activated the Wind Control Skill again. He vanished on the spot, leaving only an afterimage. Wielded by him, the Blackwind Sword carried a formidable momentum as it slashed fiercely toward Zhang Ming. Against experts above the War King Realm Third Level, Long Chen had no choice but to go all out.

Seeing Long Chen’s attack, Zhang Ming sneered in disdain. He wouldn’t deign to give a mere third-class disciple a second glance. He simply waved his hand.

BANG!

The Blackwind Sword came to an abrupt halt.

"AHHH!" Long Chen roared.

His battle qi erupted at that moment. Zhang Ming’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as the battle qi he had gathered in front of him shattered instantaneously. This took him by surprise. He threw a punch.

Long Chen was blasted backward. The qi and blood churned in his chest as a trickle of blood escaped the corner of his mouth.

"I never thought a mere third-class disciple could actually break through my defense," Zhang Ming’s face tightened. "The Martial Sect really has a lot of promising talents. It seems carrying out this mission was the right decision."

「Meanwhile, on the other side.」

Under Zhang Tianpeng’s powerful attacks, the disciples of the Martial Sect were no match for him at all.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The agonized screams of the Martial Sect disciples rang out as, one by one, they were all killed. The only one spared was Tang Le, whose strength was relatively high, but even he suffered extremely severe internal injuries.

"Damn it!"

Seeing all the disciples she had brought for the assessment slaughtered before her eyes, Chu Lingjun’s expression turned incredibly grim. She never expected that aside from herself, Long Chen, and Tang Le, everyone else would die here.

Long Chen gasped for breath. He had just expended a massive amount of battle qi and was also suffering from internal injuries. As a result, his combat power had weakened substantially.

"Young master, we have to go now," Xia Duoduo said. "They have two War Kings and two War Sect experts. Even if you and Chu Lingjun team up, you’re no match for them."

"No!" Long Chen shook his head. "Abandoning my comrades to save myself is not my style."

Chu Lingjun’s delicate brows furrowed tightly as she sent a mental transmission to Long Chen and Tang Le, "I’ll hold them off. You two leave first!"

"But..."

"No buts! I have my own way of getting out of this, but if you don’t go, we’ll all be buried here!"

Chu Lingjun waved her hand at Long Chen and Tang Le, and a burst of battle qi suddenly sent them flying away.

"Trying to run?" sneered Zhang Ming. "Not a chance!"

He and the others immediately gave chase. Chu Lingjun unleashed a sword strike, blocking their path.

"The one you want to deal with is me."

"You think you alone can stop us? Ridiculous!"

Zhang Tianpeng leaped forward, bypassing Chu Lingjun and chasing directly after Long Chen and Tang Le. Just as Chu Lingjun was about to intercept him, Zhang Ming closed in on her, making it impossible for her to break away to help.

"You go! Hurry back and notify the Sect!" Long Chen shouted to Tang Le, then slapped him on the back.

"Brother Long..."

Tang Le was sent flying away at high speed.

Facing Zhang Tianpeng’s incoming attack, Long Chen’s fingers formed a series of seals. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

True Dragon Combat Technique!

Instantly, Long Chen’s aura soared dramatically.

BANG!

Long Chen took Zhang Tianpeng’s attack head-on, not budging an inch.

Zhang Tianpeng was stunned.

How is this possible?!

Before he could react, Long Chen’s fist shot toward him. Zhang Tianpeng hastily circulated his qi to defend himself.

BANG!

The punch landed. Although Zhang Tianpeng wasn’t injured, the force of the blow still knocked him back several steps.

"What secret technique did you just use?" Zhang Tianpeng stared intently at Long Chen, a flash of greed in his eyes. "How could it block my attack?! Hand over that secret technique now, and I’ll grant you a swift death."