Supreme Dragon Lord-Chapter 156: Each and Every One Perished!

Long Chen struggled with all his might, but to his dismay, the rope only grew tighter, giving him no opportunity to break free.

"Hahaha! Boy, stop your futile struggling."

"This is my Magical Treasure. Once it locks onto a target, it binds them for three minutes."

Liang Jing wore a smug expression, looking down on Long Chen with contempt. "You were so good at dodging, weren’t you? Go on, keep dodging! I’d like to see which is faster, your dodging or my attacks!"

Seeing this, the nearby disciple of the Earth Court burst out laughing and gave Liang Jing a thumbs-up. "Senior Brother, you’re amazing! You should have used such an impressive Magical Treasure earlier. This brat wouldn’t have been able to act so arrogant for so long otherwise."

His gaze then shifted to Long Chen. "Boy," he said coolly, "now that Senior Brother has you bound, death is your only way out!"

"Stop wasting your breath on him!" Liang Jing snapped at the Earth Court disciple. "Hurry up and send him on his way!"

"Yes! I will not fail you!" The Earth Court disciple nodded repeatedly, not daring to delay for a second.

His eyes locked onto Long Chen as if he were a predator cornering its prey, practically glowing with anticipation.

"Boy, you should die without regret at my hands today!" he sneered, walking slowly toward Long Chen while swinging the sharp sword in his hand.

When he reached Long Chen, the Earth Court disciple suddenly thrust the sword at his chest!

"Time to let some of your blood!"

With his words, he threw a vicious punch at Long Chen’s chest.

Just as both Liang Jing and the disciple assumed Long Chen would die on the spot, a shocking scene unfolded. Long Chen stood perfectly still, his clothes rustling in a gentle breeze, completely unaffected by the disciple’s punch. At that moment, a dull thud sounded as another fist landed on his back. Long Chen’s body jerked, but he remained unharmed.

The Earth Court disciple stared, completely dumbfounded.

What on earth is going on? My punch didn’t feel like it struck a person, but an indestructible wall of iron!

"Now then, I believe it’s my turn," Long Chen said, slowly lifting his head to fix the disciple with a cold stare. He had managed to activate the True Dragon Combat Technique in the nick of time, which was why he was unharmed. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

The moment their eyes met, the Earth Court disciple felt a sudden weight descend upon him as an inexplicable pressure enveloped his body. Before he could react, a fist was already flying toward him, growing larger and larger in his vision!

BANG!

It all happened too fast. Before he could even register what had happened, his entire chest caved in. His eyes bulged in agony as he stood frozen in place like a statue.

Liang Jing’s eyes turned cold. He struck again!

BANG!

Another punch landed.

By now, the True Dragon Combat Technique had worn off. Long Chen hastily tried to muster his battle qi to block the attack, but he was a fraction too late. Liang Jing’s blow sent him flying, and he stumbled back a dozen steps before managing to regain his footing.

PFFT!

Long Chen felt his blood roil within, and a sweet taste filled his throat as he spat out a mouthful of blood. Fortunately, he had managed to channel his qi just in time to deflect some of the force. Coupled with his robust constitution, he had narrowly escaped disaster, but an internal injury was unavoidable.

Just then, the body of the Earth Court disciple twitched once.

THUMP!

He collapsed to the ground, completely still and devoid of life.

Even in death, the disciple never would have imagined being killed by a single punch from Long Chen. It had all happened too suddenly. He couldn’t understand why that punch had no effect on Long Chen, yet his own...

Seeing this, Liang Jing’s expression turned dreadful. He never would have expected that of all the men he had brought, he was the only one left alive; the rest had all died at Long Chen’s hands! If killing one expert at the Ninth Layer of the War Ancestor Realm could be attributed to luck, then what about this? One after another, they had all fallen.

Throughout the entire fight, he hadn’t seen Long Chen consuming a single elixir. An inexplicable sense of dread crept into his heart.

"That moron Su Miaoyu must have severely underestimated me," Long Chen said, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Did you really think you could kill me with this rabble?"

Liang Jing was enraged by Long Chen’s insults. A blazing fire of pure fury ignited within him, and his fists clenched with a crackling sound. He stared at Long Chen, his gaze deadly. "You bastard, you’re already seriously injured. In three moves, you’ll die by my..."

Before Liang Jing could finish, Long Chen shot a punch directly at him!

Seeing this, Liang Jing also clenched his fists and met the attack head-on. The full power of the Ninth Layer of the War Ancestor Realm erupted from him! Having witnessed Long Chen’s strength firsthand, he didn’t dare show the slightest negligence or contempt. He had no desire to end up like the other Earth Court disciples—a cold corpse on the ground!

"What?"

Liang Jing was completely stunned. He could clearly feel his own power being suddenly suppressed. His strength, once at the Ninth Layer of the War Ancestor Realm, plummeted to the Sixth Layer!

BANG!

Their fists collided. Liang Jing didn’t budge an inch, but Long Chen was forced back several steps, a numbing pain shooting through his fist. A closer look would reveal his fist was trembling slightly.

With that punch, Long Chen had relied solely on the amplification from the Divine Demon Ancestral Dragon Technique and the suppression from the Fourth Stage Coiling Dragon Seal, without employing any Martial Technique. He wanted to gauge the true gap between himself and a War Sect Ninth Layer expert.

It seemed that if he wanted to contend using physical strength alone, he still had a long way to go.

"Boy, prepare to die!" Liang Jing let out a low shout. He mobilized the battle qi in his body, channeling it ceaselessly into his palms. His fingers flew, forming seals before his palms pressed together. When they separated, a Palm Shadow rapidly materialized.

"Suppress!"

He thrust his palm forward. The attack descended like Mount Tai, and the immense, terrifying pressure swept directly toward Long Chen. Long Chen’s eyes narrowed, facing the pressure head-on as the force whipped his robes about violently.

Facing the formidable attack, Long Chen remained perfectly calm. He simply stood there, neither activating his battle qi nor showing any intention of using a Martial Technique.

Seeing this, Liang Jing was dumbfounded. His eyes widened in confusion as he stared at Long Chen.

What kind of sneaky trick is he planning now?

However, Liang Jing quickly dismissed the thought.

The only reason he isn’t moving must be his internal injuries and exhausted battle qi. He’s unable to continue fighting. Faced with my powerful attack, he must feel completely helpless. That’s why he’s just standing there, waiting for death.

"Boy, you should be content to die by this move of mine!" Liang Jing laughed wildly as the Palm Shadow crushed down toward Long Chen. With a thunderous BANG, it slammed into the ground, kicking up a massive cloud of dust.

Liang Jing let out a long breath. That move had consumed a vast amount of his battle qi, but it was worth it to kill Long Chen in one blow. He turned slowly, fully confident that Long Chen could not possibly have survived.

However, the moment he turned, he froze.

There, standing before him, was Long Chen, completely unharmed.

Liang Jing’s face was a mask of disbelief. "You... how can you be unharmed?"