427: Chapter 427 Golden Thunder Slaying Flames - Fist Freezing Dragon Sparrow

After the crimson flames dissipated, the lingering force remained; the fist energy surged like a raging tide, sweeping across with clean, decisive efficiency, like an autumn wind sweeping away withered leaves, without any hesitation.

"Without using forbidden arts, I fear I cannot suppress you." Long Que's gaze suddenly chilled, the coldness biting to the bone.

"Go ahead and use them. Whatever divine ability you unleash, I will break it—if you are determined to die, I will accompany you to the end."

Jiang Chen's voice was steady, every word like an iron nail hammered into bluestone.

Long Que's face was as dark as ink, his killing intent surging, almost coalescing into black mist: "Idle talk is useless. Today, this place shall be your burial ground."

"If you truly want to take my life, I advise you to stop now. Those who persist in their folly will only end up as a corpse on the spot even faster." Jiang Chen's tone was calm, yet it felt like an ice blade scraping across the eardrums.

"A mere insect of the Taiyi Realm, daring to bark wildly in my presence? If I do not behead your primordial spirit, may I fall into eternal reincarnation!"

Long Que let out a sharp howl that shook the air, his eyes surging with blood-red light, his killing intent so thick it could not be dissolved, making one's spine turn cold.

Before his voice had even faded, he had already raised his hand to channel divine power into the Flame Demon God's body.

In an instant, the latter's aura surged violently, fire patterns erupting all over its body, and it waved its hand to summon a thousand crimson magic swords—those flames did not burn the physical body but specifically scorched the soul. Once touched, if not purged in time, they would inevitably burn up the three souls and seven spirits, leaving not a trace behind.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The magic swords poured down like a rainstorm, merging into a crimson sword formation that blotted out the sun and sky. The scorching sword light tore through the air, carrying the power to incinerate the world, as it descended to shred Jiang Chen.

"Trivial tricks; breaking them ten thousand times wouldn't take any effort."

Jiang Chen didn't even lift his eyelids, flicking his sleeve casually. A vast golden light surged out like a raging sea raising waves, crashing into the sword formation—wherever the golden light reached, the sword shadows disintegrated, the crimson flames were annihilated, leaving not even ashes.

Seeing his strongest killing blow repeatedly miss, the Flame Demon God was thoroughly enraged.

"Flame Divine Ability: Ten Thousand Beasts Burning the Heavens!"

He roared at the sky, and countless fireballs exploded from his body. Each fireball transformed into a fierce beast upon taking to the air: tigers roaring to split the clouds, lions pouncing to break mountains, snakes devouring soul light... Ten thousand beasts stampeded, heat waves rolling, the entire void twisting and steaming, nearly melting.

"Still daring to pester me? Then be reduced to ashes!"

Jiang Chen gave a sharp shout, the killing intent in his eyes like frost covering a blade, chilling and oppressive, making one's heart and gallbladder crack.

Whoosh—

Spiritual power surged wildly, and a divine sword pulsating with golden light leaped from his palm, shooting straight into the clouds.

The sword body trembled slightly, instantly erupting with billions of sharp sword qi, unparalleled in sharpness, as if it could sever causality and split destiny, fiercely meeting the oncoming torrent of ten thousand beasts.

Where the sword qi passed, the ten thousand beasts disintegrated silently; before even a mournful cry could escape, they had already turned into nothingness.

With the strike successful, Jiang Chen did not hesitate, the divine sword suddenly transforming into a brilliant thunderbolt, carrying the intent of judgment and the power to punish evil, like heavenly punishment descending, striking straight at the Flame Demon God's head!

Boom—!

The lightning exploded, too fast to even blink. The Flame Demon God couldn't even raise his hand to block, being struck squarely in the chest by the thunderbolt. His howl was heart-rending, and he fell heavily to his knees, his chest armor charred and cracked, blood oozing out.

"Ah—I will grind your bones and scatter the ashes! I must kill you!!"

He appeared like a mad demon, his roar deafening. Being heavily injured by a Taiyi Realm cultivator was, in his eyes, the greatest shame of his life. In his fury, his combat power increased tenfold. He opened his mouth and spat out a flame magic sword burning with ghostly blue demon flames, fast as a ghost, instantly piercing Jiang Chen's chest—at the same time, the demon fire climbed up, fiercely burning his flesh, skin, and bones.

But at the moment the sword tip pierced his body, Jiang Chen's body exploded with a bang, turning into a sky full of golden thunder flying swords, like a flock of eagles pouncing on prey, all nailing toward the Flame Demon God!

It turned out that before this, he had quietly hidden in the void, leaving only a thunderbolt phantom to lure the enemy—and the enraged Flame Demon God had not noticed at all, slashing the fake body with his sword, only to be surrounded and slaughtered by a thousand swords.

At this moment, he was struggling, exhausted by the defense, his body bathed in fire but unable to block the thunderous piercing—these flying swords were all tempered by Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, specifically countering evil demons, and for him, they were harder to endure than a mountain of blades or a sea of fire.

"Fool, impulsive and empty-headed; even if you were given a hundred lives, you would not be worthy of standing opposite me."

The real Jiang Chen stepped out slowly from the void, his sleeves fluttering slightly, his tone indifferent, yet every word was like a nail, hammered into the heart.

The Flame Demon God was filled with shame and anger; his throat rolled, and he spat out a magic dragon condensed from flames, its fangs sinister, its claws tearing the air, aimed straight at Jiang Chen's face.

"Flame Demon God, the prestige, authority, and divine abilities you are so proud of—today they shall all be ground into powder. I will break your arrogant bones, inch by inch!"

Jiang Chen's voice was cold as a blade, every word carving into the heart.

Boom—!

The divine power in his body surged like a river and sea, pouring entirely into his right arm. He clenched his fingers and fiercely threw a punch!

The fist wind tore through the sky, and a golden, blazing fist imprint exploded across the air, fierce and unparalleled, domineering beyond compare, as if it could pierce through the very heavens with one punch, making all living things bow their heads and all daos submit.

The pouncing Flame Magic Dragon didn't even last half a breath before being smashed to pieces by the fist imprint; the scorching flames scattered like a rain of stars, falling rustlingly, illuminating the entire ruin like a burning dusk.

The Flame Demon God's pupils contracted sharply, a flash of fear passing through his eyes.

Knowing that taking it head-on would surely lead to heavy injury, he immediately formed a seal and roared, his body exploding with a bang—thousands of fire shadows shot out, turning into a sky full of crimson afterimages, surrounding and shredding from all directions, setting up a net from which there was no escape.

Every fire shadow carried a violent heat wave that could burn mountains and boil seas. The most treacherous part was that his real body had long since blended into them, his aura without a single flaw, making it impossible to distinguish the true from the false.

But he had bumped into Jiang Chen.

Others might find it hard to distinguish, but to him, it was as clear as looking at the lines on his own palm.

A faint light flashed on Jiang Chen's brow, and a vertical pupil suddenly opened—that was the Heavenly Eye that could deduce the ages and penetrate the profound mysteries!

In an instant, billions of golden rays shot through the air, like a galaxy pouring down, vast and boundless. Wherever they passed, the fire shadows were annihilated one by one, with none spared.

And just as the Heavenly Eye was sweeping, Jiang Chen flipped his left hand, and a divine sword pulsating with golden flames had already condensed in his palm—the sword body had light flowing like lightning, its sharpness splitting the void, and a thousand layers of sharpness hummed and trembled on the blade. With a slight movement of his mind, the divine sword suddenly shone brightly, carrying the sharpness to pierce the firmament and an unstoppable, brilliant power, straight into the Flame Demon God's brow!

Puchi—!

The sword tip pierced through the skull, the primordial spirit disintegrated, the origin was shattered completely, and he couldn't even let out a mournful cry.

The Demon God fell, and the backlash flooded back into Long Que's body like a rising tide. His throat tasted sweet, and he spat out blood uncontrollably, his face as pale as paper, his aura plummeting by thirty percent. His legs went soft, and he knelt to the ground with a "thud," his back hunched, unable to rise for a long time.

"Yo, why did you kneel?"

Jiang Chen glanced at him sideways, a hint of playfulness on the corners of his mouth.

Long Que was trembling with anger, roaring deafeningly: "Jiang Chen! It was only because of a momentary lapse in judgment that I was plotted against by you! Even if I, Long Que, die, I will never bow my head to you!"

"Not submitting? Then I will send you on your way."

Jiang Chen's tone was flat, yet the coldness was bone-chilling: "You are too weak; you don't even have the qualifications for me to take a second look—I can't be bothered to waste time."

Rumble—!

He raised his hand and summoned, and extreme cold suddenly appeared. Ghostly blue frost mist rose around him, the air solidified into ice crystals, snowflakes fell silently, and the ground cracked as frost formed like spiderwebs.

His gaze was like a knife, his killing intent monstrous. He threw a punch—the frost fist energy surged like a raging wave, carrying ten thousand years of cold malevolence, pressing down on Long Que's head!

"Damn it!"

Long Que was still panting from the aftermath of the backlash when he was hit by the thunderous pursuit, the shadow of death instantly gripping his throat. In the split second between life and death, his potential exploded! He gritted his teeth, exhausted his remaining strength to throw a punch, meeting the torrent of frost!

Bang—!

The fist energies collided; although Long Que was not frozen to death on the spot, he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, his right arm exploding inch by inch, flesh and blood flying, blood splashing all along the way.

Hoo...

He forced himself to hold on, activating the power of the Daluo Laws, regenerating broken bones, reuniting flesh and blood, and his wounds healed as before in the blink of an eye.