Supreme Dragon Lord-Chapter 155: Consumption!

Long Chen didn’t waste words with them. He raised his Blackwind Sword again and suddenly thrust it toward a disciple of the Earth Court.

Under the influence of the Divine Demon Ancestral Dragon Technique, his realm had already advanced from the War Maniac Realm Seventh Level to the War Sect Realm Second Layer. Without activating the Demonic Secret Technique - Dragon’s Blood Boiling, the three powerful experts from the Earth Court before him posed a great threat. Therefore, Long Chen had to end the fight quickly.

The Earth Court disciple slowly unleashed a palm strike as Long Chen concentrated all his Battle qi into the Blackwind Sword. With a hiss, the sword not only breached the disciple’s defense but pierced straight through his palm.

"Ah!"

The Earth Court disciple screamed, his face contorting in agony. He had never imagined Long Chen’s strike could possess such formidable might. Most importantly, he had overlooked the power of the Blackwind Sword itself.

Just as Long Chen was about to deliver the killing blow, a piercing buzz sounded by his ear as a powerful palm strike shot toward his head. He tilted his head, precisely dodging the attack before quickly retreating out of their range.

Seeing the blood-drenched palm, the other Earth Court disciple’s brow furrowed tightly.

"Kill... kill him!" the injured disciple roared furiously, his face a mask of rage with veins bulging on his forehead. He threw a punch at Long Chen.

Seeing his companion’s irrational state, Liang Jing had an ominous feeling and shouted, "Wait!"

But it was too late. A cold smile touched Long Chen’s lips as his hands quickly formed a series of seals.

"Furious Thunder Finger!" he uttered a low cry. Silvery-white lightning flickered between his two fingers as he shot forward to meet the Earth Court disciple.

BANG!

The moment their fist and finger collided, a dense web of lightning wrapped around the point of impact.

The Earth Court disciple paid it no mind, his eyes filled with intense murderous intent. With a cold shout of "Break!", he put all his strength into his attack, trying to kill Long Chen on the spot.

As the might of the Furious Thunder Finger was being suppressed, a faint golden light shimmered around Long Chen’s body.

Chan Meditation Spirit Map!

A golden Rune Inscription instantly condensed in front of him. He thrust a hand forward, and the golden Rune Inscription shot directly toward the disciple.

The disciple’s expression changed drastically at the sight, his eyelids twitching violently. He could clearly sense a terrifying pressure radiating from the golden Rune Inscription, a pressure so immense it felt as if it could swallow him whole.

And sure enough, as the golden Rune Inscription enveloped him, his body instantly stiffened, rendering him immobile.

Immediately after, the golden Rune Inscription detonated on him. He was left covered in wounds and mangled beyond recognition, a truly frightening sight.

After letting out a few screams on the ground, he was easily crushed to death under Long Chen’s foot. Long Chen would never spare those who tried to kill him, even if they were from the same sect.

Watching their companion die so brutally, the remaining Liang Jing and the other Earth Court disciple were frozen in shock, still unable to process what had just happened.

Long Chen’s expression remained impassive. He had deliberately unleashed such a devastating attack to land a fatal blow while his opponents were still underestimating him. From this point on, he had to plan every step with meticulous care. It was the only way he could turn the tide of this battle. Otherwise, only more danger awaited.

"Damn it, this kid is a wolf in sheep’s clothing!" Liang Jing’s eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Long Chen.

SWISH!

Long Chen’s figure flashed, disappearing from his spot. A glint of cold light stabbed straight toward Liang Jing.

Seeing this, Liang Jing instantly sidestepped. The cold glint shot past him and struck a large boulder behind him, which exploded into a cloud of dust with a loud BANG.

Seeing such a lethally powerful move, Liang Jing’s expression darkened, and his killing intent surged.

"You’re courting death!" Liang Jing shouted to the Earth Court disciple beside him. "Get him!"

The disciple understood immediately. He nodded vigorously, drew his sharp sword, and thrust it fiercely at Long Chen’s chest. At the same time, Liang Jing lunged from the side, a powerful palm strike carrying a howling gale slamming toward Long Chen’s head.

Faced with their combined attack, Long Chen chose not to meet them head-on.

Wind Control Skill!

He activated the Long Family’s Mystical High-grade Martial Technique. His figure blurred into an afterimage, his speed now far greater than before. Since he couldn’t fight them head-on, he would wear them down instead. After all, with the Chan Meditation Spirit Map activated, his Battle qi was inexhaustible. If he could drain a significant amount of their Battle qi, he could regain the upper hand and take them both down.

No matter how Liang Jing and the other disciple attacked together, they couldn’t land a solid hit on Long Chen. Their repeated misses left them feeling extremely frustrated.

Liang Jing sneered, "Kid! If you have any guts, fight me fairly! Do you dare? What’s the point of just dodging all the time?"

"What?" Long Chen’s tone was playful. "You want to gang up on me two-on-one, and you expect me to just stand still and let you hit me?"

He had no intention of stopping. He continued to dodge their martial techniques while launching occasional surprise attacks of his own, making it impossible for them to catch him.

The other disciple frowned. "Senior Brother, what should we do? This kid is too cunning. We can’t touch him like this. And didn’t you say his Battle qi wouldn’t last long? He doesn’t look weak at all!"

Hearing this, Liang Jing’s brows furrowed deeply. To be honest, he was just as puzzled. Even he would have expended a great deal of Battle qi fending off the earlier siege from the other disciples. Yet, as the other disciple had pointed out, Long Chen seemed completely unaffected.

"I refuse to believe his Battle qi can stay this abundant if we keep pressing him!" Liang Jing sneered, his face a mask of disbelief. "Keep attacking! Don’t give him a single moment to catch his breath! I, ranked twentieth on the Martial Roll, refuse to believe I can’t take down this brat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Jing shot off in pursuit of Long Chen. While on the move, he formed a seal with his fingers and muttered something under his breath.

"Go!" he shouted, thrusting two fingers in Long Chen’s direction.

Instantly, a long rope materialized from thin air and snaked toward Long Chen. Despite his incredible speed, he was caught and bound by the rope.

Liang Jing smirked. "Now, let’s see where you can run!"