622: Battle against Long Aotian

“Yang Lingchen, since you are sincerely seeking death, don’t blame This Prince for being ruthless.”

Facing Yang Lingchen’s disregard, Long Aotian’s expression became extremely gloomy, and a cold killing intent shot out from his eyes.

“How can a dignified Dragon Clan Genius whine like a woman? If you want to fight, then fight. If not, then get the hell down.”

A hint of disdain flashed in Yang Lingchen’s eyes. Although Long Aotian was very powerful, if this was a battle to the death, it was still unknown who would live and who would die.

Of course, if this were not the Dragon Clan, Yang Lingchen would be ten percent certain of killing Long Aotian, because he could transform into his Divine Dragon True Body. At that time, his combat power would increase by another Rank, and killing Long Aotian would be effortless.

“You court death.”

Long Aotian shouted coldly, raising his hand and unleashing a Flame Palm. A scorching Aura instantly filled the air. The dazzling light condensed into a massive fire palm that struck toward Yang Lingchen like lightning.

“Hmph!”

Yang Lingchen snorted coldly, condensing Divine Origin Power into his right hand, and then heavily blasted out an Ice Element Fist Aura. Instantly, a freezing cold Aura spread out from the edges of his Fist Aura, carrying a chilling presence as it met Long Aotian's fire palm.

Ice and fire merged, and the earth shook. The moment the two forces collided, Yang Lingchen and Long Aotian both retreated several dozen zhang.

“Stinky brat, you really do have some skill. Next, This Prince will let you witness what a true Genius is.”

Killing intent surged in Long Aotian’s eyes. At this moment, he was even more determined to kill Yang Lingchen. Judging from that last strike, Long Aotian clearly felt that Yang Lingchen possessed strength not inferior to his own.

This was despite Yang Lingchen’s cultivation level being far below his. If Yang Lingchen were to reach the same cultivation level as him one day, the outcome would be self-evident.

“Idiotic fool!”

Yang Lingchen sneered. He stomped his foot, causing the ground to tremble. His figure shot toward Long Aotian like a bolt of lightning.

At the same time, he swung the haotian cudgel in his hand. The Cudgel Radiance slashed across the sky, carrying a dazzling light, as if it intended to shatter the air, causing everyone around to fall into shock.

“Is he really just a Cultivator at the Haotian Realm Fourth Layer?”

This was the doubt in everyone present.

Facing Yang Lingchen’s imposing strike, a fierce light flashed in Long Aotian’s eyes. He instantly threw out a massive Shield Armor with his right hand. The Energy Runes radiating from the Shield Armor condensed into an indestructible Protective Barrier under Long Aotian’s activation.

“Bang!”

With a loud crash, Yang Lingchen was knocked back dozens of kilometers by the Shield Armor. The hot blood surged in his body, and he almost spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

“Fuck, what the hell is this idiot holding?” Yang Lingchen’s expression was extremely solemn.

He could tell that breaking through the opponent's Shield Armor would be extremely difficult unless he used the dragon que sword.

However, using the dragon que sword carried too great a risk, because the dragon que sword was the personal sword of Dragon Flame Merchant and was originally a Dragon Clan artifact. If Yang Lingchen took it out and used it, it might cause great trouble.

But Yang Lingchen didn't worry too much. Although the Shield Armor in his opponent's hand had strong defense, it didn't have much offensive power.

“Stinky brat, weren't you arrogant?”

Seeing that Yang Lingchen had stopped attacking, a hint of coldness flashed in Long Aotian’s eyes. He held the Shield Armor in his left hand and a sword in his right, charging toward Yang Lingchen.

“Idiot!”

Yang Lingchen curled his lips and softly uttered two words. Facing the charging Long Aotian, he refused to show weakness, spinning the black cauldron in his left hand and the haotian cudgel in his right, meeting the opponent head-on.

At this moment, the two fiercely fought together. Low roars came from the center of the battlefield. The two fought from mid-air to the ground, and then from the ground to the Void Realm. Sparks flew everywhere they went, and sharp Protective Aura continuously ravaged the surrounding mountain peaks.

As the battle continued, the two figures constantly tumbled in the Void Realm. Flashes of blades and shadows of swords flickered, and for a time, neither gained any advantage.

In the blink of an eye, over a thousand moves passed. Yang Lingchen's attacks were still continuous, but Long Aotian grew more and more alarmed as he fought, and the movements of his hands gradually became restless.

For countless years, no one at the same Realm had ever been able to fight him to this extent.

Yang Lingchen attacked systematically, constantly maneuvering around the opponent. He knew that with the Shield Armor in the opponent's hand, it would be difficult to defeat him by force.

Now, Yang Lingchen was relying on patience. He had no identity baggage, and fighting for any length of time had no impact on him.

Long Aotian, however, was different. As one of the three most powerful princes of the Dragon Clan, he had always been a top Dragon Clan Genius, so the longer the fight dragged on, the more disadvantageous it was for him.

In the eyes of his followers, Long Aotian was an invincible existence at the same Realm. If he were to lose, those followers might choose the Dragon God Crown Prince and the Third Prince instead.

“Long Aotian, I thought you were so impressive! Tsk... tsk! Is that all you’ve got?” Yang Lingchen mocked the opponent while attacking.

“Stinky brat, you court death.”

At this moment, Long Aotian completely erupted in rage, and his attacks became increasingly savage, as if he wanted to devour Yang Lingchen alive.

“Long Aotian, with your impatient personality, if it weren’t for the Dragon Clan covering for you, the grass on your grave would probably be several meters tall by now!”

Yang Lingchen curled his lips into a cold smile, his eyes full of mockery.

The effect he wanted was to completely infuriate the opponent. Once the opponent lost his composure, he would reveal a flaw, and then Yang Lingchen could defeat him in one fell swoop.

“Little Bastard, This Prince is going to devour you alive.”

Long Aotian roared wildly, and his body gradually changed. Scales grew out from his body, and his physique instantly transformed into a Dragon body. A supreme Dragon Might emanated from him.

Having transformed into his true Incarnation, Long Aotian’s Aura soared. He swung his massive Dragon Claw, carrying a terrifying wave of Qi that swept toward Yang Lingchen.

Seeing this, a look of seriousness flashed in Yang Lingchen’s eyes. He pushed off the ground, and his figure instantly moved, disappearing from his original spot.

“Rumble...!”

The moment Yang Lingchen disappeared, a massive pit appeared where he had been standing.

“Holy crap.”

When he reappeared, beads of cold sweat broke out on Yang Lingchen’s forehead. He hadn't expected the power of Long Aotian, in his true Incarnation, to be so terrifying.

“Stinky brat, no one can save you today.”

Long Aotian roared and swung his massive Dragon Tail, sweeping straight toward Yang Lingchen. Wherever the Dragon Tail passed, not a blade of grass survived, and all rocks and cliffs were leveled.

“Mā mī mā mī hōng rúyì, rúyì follow my will, make it big... big... big!”

Yang Lingchen silently chanted the incantation, and the haotian cudgel in his hand instantly transformed into a giant club.

He swung the incomparably huge haotian cudgel and smashed it heavily against Long Aotian’s tail.

“Bang... Bang... Bang!”

After several strikes, Yang Lingchen’s wrist felt slightly numb, and traces of blood seeped out from the gaps between his fingers.

“Holy crap, this beast is too fierce!”

Yang Lingchen’s expression was extremely grave. After several collisions, he realized that his own strength was still somewhat lacking compared to his opponent. Unless he also transformed into his Divine Dragon True Body, defeating the opponent would be incredibly difficult.

“Stinky brat, let’s see where you run!”

Long Aotian roared, opening his massive, bloody maw and trying to swallow Yang Lingchen.

“Such a big mouth, trying to stink who to death?” Yang Lingchen mocked, activating his Movement Technique and vanishing from the spot again.

Although the Dragon Clan was fast in flight, their close combat speed was not very fast. After all, their bodies were too massive, and their reaction time was ultimately not as agile.

Yang Lingchen seized this weakness of the opponent, constantly moving around him, wearing down his stamina... To be continued!