Supreme Dragon Lord-Chapter 153: Siege!

"The hearts of you people from the Sword Ancestor are truly each one darker than the last." Long Chen shook his head and smiled.

"Boy, prepare to die!" The lead disciple of the Sword Ancestor unsheathed the sword at his waist and charged straight at Long Chen.

Long Chen immediately activated the Third-Stage Coiling Dragon Seal!

Instantly, the disciple’s cultivation, which was at the Sixth Layer of the War Sect Realm, was suppressed to the Third Layer.

What’s going on? he wondered, inwardly alarmed.

CLANG!

The two swords collided, sending sparks flying.

Long Chen pressed forward, and the sharp Blackwind Sword landed squarely on his opponent’s shoulder.

SHIIICK!

Blood gushed out. The intense pain caused the Sword Ancestor disciple to scream.

Expressionless, Long Chen continued to swing the Blackwind Sword.

SHIIICK!

The Sword Ancestor disciple’s head fell to the ground. His headless body spurted blood before collapsing. After finishing them off, Long Chen took all their tokens. They never imagined, even in death, that their attempt to seize Long Chen’s tokens would not only fail but also cost them their lives.

"You two should heal quickly and find your team," Long Chen said to the two Disciples of the Martial Sect.

Seeing that Long Chen was about to leave, the two Disciples of the Martial Sect exchanged glances and then said in unison, "Senior Brother Long, can we follow you?"

Upon hearing this, Long Chen shook his head. The two Disciples of the Martial Sect looked disappointed.

Long Chen took two Healing Pills from his spatial ring and gave them to the two disciples.

"Take these. They’re very effective for internal injuries."

The two Disciples of the Martial Sect were overjoyed. They immediately accepted the pills and swallowed them. At once, they felt the agonizing pain of their internal injuries begin to subside, and the color gradually returned to their faces.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Long!" the two said, cupping their fists in gratitude.

Long Chen just gave a slight nod and strode away. He still had to rescue Xia Duoduo’s true form, so it was inconvenient to bring others along. The fewer people who knew about this, the better, as it would avoid unnecessary trouble.

However, he never expected to hear a sudden, muffled groan from behind him.

SHLICK! SHLICK!

Thin lines of blood appeared on the necks of the two Disciples of the Martial Sect. They clutched at their throats, but blood still streamed from between their fingers in a horrifying display.

Long Chen stopped and turned just in time to witness the scene, his brow furrowing. This was because the assailants were also Disciples of the Martial Sect! There were eight of them in total: five experts at the Fifth Layer of the War Sect Realm and three at the Ninth Layer!

After killing the two Disciples of the Martial Sect, their murderous gazes locked onto Long Chen.

"To kill fellow sect members... how could you commit such a vicious act?" Long Chen stared coldly at the eight Disciples of the Martial Sect, his voice equally frigid.

"We will do whatever it takes to kill you!" the leader said coldly. "Now that there are no witnesses, no one will know when you die."

Hearing this, Long Chen couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.

The leader was puzzled. "What are you laughing at?"

"Within the Martial Ancestor, the only one who wants me dead this badly is Su Miaoyu." Long Chen shook his head with a small smile. "Sending so many experts from the Earth Institute to ambush me... it’s clear she’s wary of me."

Seeing that Long Chen had figured it out, the leader dropped his pretense. "Boy, to have earned Senior Sister Su’s attention is a blessing you must have earned in a past life!"

"Is that so? Then I’m afraid you’ll all be disappointed," Long Chen chuckled. "Soon, I’ll personally send her to her grave!"

"Insolence!" the leader scoffed, clearly not taking Long Chen’s words seriously. "Do you even realize what you’re saying?

"Never mind that Senior Sister Su is a genius with Emperor Meridans. She’s also backed by Senior Brother Shangguan, who’s ranked second on the Martial Roll! Based on those two points alone, what makes you think you can compete with them?"

Then, he added with a smug grin, "Before you die, I might as well tell you... I’m..."

But before he could finish, a figure suddenly appeared before him as a torrent of sword light descended!

The leader’s eyes went cold as he thrust out a palm to counter.

THUD!

A dull impact resounded. Long Chen stumbled back several steps.

The leader was also forced back two steps, a numbing sensation spreading through his palm.

"Senior Brother Liang!" the other Earth Institute disciples cried out, stunned by the sight.

Liang Jing shook his head slightly, indicating he was fine. On the surface, he appeared calm and unaffected, but inwardly, he was utterly shocked.

He had long heard that Long Chen’s victory over three of the top ten experts on the Martial Roll was only due to the effects of some pills he had taken. Yet, the palm strike he had just used—containing eighty percent of his inner strength—had failed to suppress Long Chen. Instead, it had put him in a slightly embarrassing position. This was deeply vexing, especially since he was ranked twentieth on the Martial Roll!

His face hardened as he yelled to the men behind him, "Don’t hold back! Kill him!"