The spear sped toward him silently, moving so fast that even the sound couldn't catch up. By the time Chu Kuang realized it, he had already been pierced by the spear.
With a loud explosion, Chu Kuang was blasted away by the spear, rolling for miles, leaving several large craters and billowing dust everywhere.
"Snap!"
Suddenly, a figure flashed in the air. A large hand grabbed a spear—it was Long Chen. After two attacks, he had already caught up, wielding the spear and charging straight at Chu Kuang in the distance.
Seeing Long Chen so brave, Chu Kuang had suffered two major losses in a row and was forced far from the altar. They realized Long Chen didn't want to fight near the altar and was instead spreading the battlefield.
"Pfft!"
Chu Kuang, rolling all the way, finally steadied himself. Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Despite Long Chen's unexpected spear strike, even with the Five Elements Spirit Gathering Armor blocking it, he was still shaken so hard his internal organs nearly shifted.
While people were shocked by Long Chen's methods, they were also shocked by Chu Kuang's Five Elements Spirit Gathering Armor—its defense was truly terrifying.
Long Chen's two moves were incredibly powerful, yet Chu Kuang's Five Elements Spirit Gathering Armor managed to block them just like that. Although Chu Kuang coughed up blood, his aura remained unchanged, clearly indicating that the injury was insignificant to him.
Just like that, Long Chen had already rushed over and thrust his spear at Chu Kuang again.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, a blood-red long blade appeared in Chu Kuang's hand. He swung it down at Long Chen's spear, but just as he was about to strike Long Chen's spear, Long Chen suddenly slipped from his hand, and the overwhelming power on the spear vanished in an instant.
Chu Kuang's blood-red long blade slashed the spear away with a single strike, but the ferocious force from his strike had no point to concentrate. The immense force felt as if it were cutting through the air, causing his body to stagger from his own strength.
"Boom!"
At the very moment his body lost balance, Long Chen swung his round palm and struck him hard in the face again, this time even more fierce than the first, carrying the force of a swift charge.
People could even see that the moment Long Chen's large hand slapped Chu Kuang's face, a faint ripple spread through the air.
Then Chu Kuang's face distorted, and immediately after, he was sent flying like a cannonball, this time even farther.
Because it was the summit of a high mountain, it flew straight to the foot of the mountain, then rolled far away.
Chu Kuang was hit three times in a row and forced a hundred miles away. Everyone watched with shock and amusement.
"Sister, what is Long Chen trying to do? Why, when there was a clear chance to cause Chu Kuang greater harm, did they deliberately slap him? Luo Ning looked on in confusion. Although she found Long Chen's slap satisfying, it was still better to cripple Chu Kuang with one blow, or even kill him.
And Long Chen's three consecutive strikes seemed to be aimed at forcing Chu Kuang off the altar. In her view, this approach was somewhat incomprehensible.
Luo Bing also shook his head and said, "I don't get it either. Maybe Long Chen hates Chu Kuang too much by doing this. He needs to be properly humiliated first." "
But isn't Long Chen worried about Mu Qingyun and the others?" Luo Ning couldn't help but glance at the battlefield at the altar, speaking with some concern.
Although Mu Qingyun was brave, she was a sword cultivator, so her stamina was weak and she couldn't hold out for long. Moreover, breaking through the barrier would require a huge amount of stamina. If the opponent could hold out until Mu Qingyun's stamina was exhausted, they would still lose.
"Maybe Long Chen believes Mu Qingyun can do it. Forget it, stop guessing. It's hard for us to understand what Long Chen is thinking. Since we can't help, we should choose to believe." Luo Bing shook her head. Long Chen was someone who was hard to understand, so it was better to just watch quietly.
Just as Long Chen was sending Chu Kuang flying away from the altar, Mu Qingyun had already led the disciples of the Xiaoyao Alliance, killing the Supreme Alliance disciples in utter disarray.
Originally, every disciple of the Supreme Alliance was a carefully selected powerhouse, and their actual combat power was far superior to that of the Xiaoyao Alliance disciples.
But facing the frenzied and desperate Xiaoyao Alliance disciples, who didn't care about their own lives, they were killed to the point of losing their hearts.
This was no contest for supremacy; it was simply a relentless feud. The disciples of the Xiaoyao Alliance fought desperately every move, as if they were seeing their father's killer. Watching those around them being hacked down one by one, the Supreme Alliance disciples were filled with fear.
"Pfft!"
A disciple of the Supreme Alliance, whose arm had been severed by a single sword, immediately shouted:
"Admit defeat!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of white light and was teleported out. He was safe, But it also lost the qualification to continue competing for supremacy.
"Hang in there, hold on! Mu Qingyun is about to die. Stay calm, we can win." A Supreme Alliance disciple, who looked like a minor leader, shouted loudly.
He was very strong, but didn't dare to confront Mu Qingyun head-on. He could only loite, trying to exhaust Mu Qingyun's stamina so they could win.
But as a result, Mu Qingyun was on the battlefield as if no one else had passed. With every strike, a disciple was inevitably killed, leaving no chance to admit defeat.
"Admit defeat!"
"Admit defeat!"
The Supreme Alliance disciples, filled with fear, saw their morale plummet and their combat power sharply diminished. Some were completely terrified, preferring to give up any reward and prioritize survival, and all withdrew from the battlefield.
"Bastard, there's no need to admit defeat. Everyone, retreat and return to the barrier." The small leader shouted.
He realized that if this continued, they simply couldn't hold out. Before Mu Qingyun could exhaust his strength, their morale would collapse.
At that person's command, the remaining more than a hundred disciples of the Supreme Alliance retreated into the barrier.
This gave them a brief chance to catch their breath. If Mu Qingyun and the others wanted to enter, they had to shatter the barrier.
"Everyone, light the lamps and seize the banner before they break through the barrier." The minor leader looked around at the people around him, each with fear in their eyes, having lost the will to continue fighting.
Now, ordering them to rush out and interfere with Mu Qingyun and the others was simply unrealistic, and not to mention others—even he himself wouldn't dare to break out.
Under his command, all Supreme Alliance disciples charged toward the altar core, unleashing their power.
Below the last two lanterns, there is a red progress bar. Once the bar is full, the banner jumps out from the high platform at the center of the altar. The faction that gets the flag first wins.
The Supreme Alliance disciples retreated into the barrier. Mu Qingyun attacked with all his might, but the barrier was extremely sturdy and couldn't be broken open anytime soon.
Watching the progress bar on the lamp rapidly move forward, it seemed that in just one more incense stick's time, it would be fully charged. Mu Qingyun grew even more anxious. The flag was inside the barrier; if it couldn't be broken, they wouldn't have a chance to retrieve it, and then they would lose.
"Attack with all your might!" Mu Qingyun shouted loudly. In fact, without Mu Qingyun's orders, all the Xiaoyao Alliance disciples had already begun fighting desperately.
While attacking the barrier, Mu Qingyun looked toward Long Chen's direction, feeling somewhat worried about him.
"Boom!"
At that moment, a loud explosion erupted where Long Chen and Chu Kuang stood. The entire battlefield trembled violently, and a vast aura soared into the sky. The violent force changed the color of the wind and clouds.