Chapter 647

Chapter 647: Sword Divides Life and Death (Part 1)

“Tiger!”

Old Knife, who had been struck and sent flying by Wang Chen, flipped in the air and landed on all fours.

He lifted his head, his eyes wide with anger, and let out a furious roar from his throat. His face turned bright red, and mottled yellow-black patterns appeared on his skin.

A roaring tiger manifestation suddenly emerged behind Old Knife, clawing at Wang Chen!

Meanwhile, the high-level Purple Palace cultivator’s sunken chest miraculously inflated, returning to normal in the blink of an eye, showing no signs of injury at all.

At the same time, Zhu Jiu’s expression changed drastically as he pointed at Wang Chen and exclaimed, “Like a mountain!”

The two short words he spoke were filled with heavy seriousness.

Wang Chen immediately felt a powerful force crashing down on him, as if a mountain pressed heavily upon him.

His Qi and blood, along with his magical power, became completely stagnant.

“Zhen Yue!”

Zhu Jiu shouted again with an emphatic gesture, his bulging eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

The heavy pressure on Wang Chen suddenly increased by fifty percent!

If an ordinary Purple Palace cultivator were in this moment, they would likely have been crushed by the spell that Zhu Jiu cast.

Yet, Wang Chen stood tall and straight.

He turned to Zhu Jiu, and purple light flickered in his originally dark eyes.

In the next moment, the Great Might Heavenly Dragon manifestation appeared behind Wang Chen!

A pair of dragon eyes, burning with flames, focused intently on Zhu Jiu, suddenly opening wide to roar.

Although the dragon roar was silent, Zhu Jiu felt as if he had been struck, involuntarily stumbling back three steps, with crimson blood seeping from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears, clearly suffering significant internal injuries.

This was a counterattack powered by Wang Chen’s Heavenly Dragon’s strength!

Battles among low-level cultivators are not as simple as mortals imagine, especially in close-quarters confrontations, where the fight can be incredibly brutal and merciless, determining life and death in an instant.

Wang Chen swiftly raised his right palm, preparing to strike again.

But out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a streak of light shooting toward him!

Hu Qi was making his move.

This previously silent cultivator had just summoned a gleaming flying knife, then sprayed a mouthful of vital blood onto the blade, empowering it with his vital energy.

Hu Qi chose an excellent moment to launch his sneak attack; at this moment, most of Wang Chen’s attention focused on Zhu Jiu, while also needing to guard against Old Knife’s imminent counterattack, making it easy to overlook Hu Qi’s presence.

With this knife, Hu Qi not only poured all his strength into it, but the flying knife itself was also his life treasure, refined and nurtured over many years, making its destructive power incredibly strong.

The flying knife shot toward Wang Chen in an instant, its edge aimed directly at his throat!

Hu Qi’s life treasure had formidable capabilities, capable of piercing armor, breaking spells, and cutting souls; once struck, even a Purple Palace cultivator’s Spirit Light Shield would find it hard to defend against.

Hu Qi had previously used this flying knife to ambush several cultivators of the same rank, all of whom had fallen victim!

However, this time it was Wang Chen.

Facing the flying knife, Wang Chen stood his ground without flinching and suddenly flicked his finger.

Ding!

The flying knife abruptly trembled, veering off course and narrowly grazing Wang Chen’s shoulder as it shot past.

Witnessing this, Hu Qi couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his eye.

He had never underestimated Wang Chen’s strength, nor had he ever intended to face Wang Chen alone.

This time, a major crisis had struck the Yongle dungeon: multiple tunnels had collapsed, the formations were shattered, and the restrictions had failed. The connections between the ninth levels were severed, leaving the guards leaderless and consumed by fear and unease.

Hu Qi, along with Old Knife and Zhu Jiu, happened to be together and sought a way out to avoid being trapped.

Unexpectedly, they crossed paths with Wang Chen.

Naturally, there was no need for words—action was the only option!

Yet, even with three against one—two high-level Purple Palace battle cultivators and a mid-level magical cultivator—their coordinated assault left them at a disadvantage.

Hu Qi realized he had gravely misjudged Wang Chen’s strength.

A colossal miscalculation!

At that moment, a pang of regret stirred within him.

Had he known Wang Chen was so formidable and unassuming, he would never have provoked him.

If such a figure could be brought into his team, their influence in District J9 would have soared.

But now, regret was futile.

Instead, Hu Qi steeled his resolve to kill Wang Chen!

“Kill!”

He roared furiously, a blood-red long knife materializing in his hand.

But someone moved faster than Hu Qi.

Old Knife leaped high into the air, descending upon Wang Chen from above.

His fingers elongated into razor-sharp claws, slicing through the air with a howl, transforming him into a ferocious beast. The oppressive aura he unleashed was suffocating!

The Roaring Tiger Manifestation shadowed him, lunging at Wang Chen in unison.

It targeted Wang Chen’s Spirit and Will!

“Seal!”

Almost simultaneously, Zhu Jiu pointed his finger at Wang Chen once more, his face contorted with a menacing snarl.

He unleashed a Sealing Technique, designed to suppress his opponent’s magic.

As a pure magical cultivator, Zhu Jiu had spent over a decade honing this Sealing Technique. Armed with a few specialized spirit tools, he was confident he could disrupt Wang Chen’s magical flow for at least three breaths!

In battles between masters, a single breath could decide life or death.

Three breaths were an eternity!

Wang Chen indeed faltered for a moment, his gaze shifting once more toward Zhu Jiu.

Old Knife’s tiger claws had already reached for Wang Chen’s head.

But in the end, they grasped nothing but air.

Wang Chen’s figure appeared like a ghost beside Zhu Jiu.

Shortening the Earth!

Just as Hu Qi was about to swing his blood knife, he was startled and shouted, “Old Jiu, be careful!”

Zhu Jiu had never anticipated that his powerful spells, which he had painstakingly mastered, would have no effect on Wang Chen whatsoever.

Driven by instinct, in a moment of crisis, he made the undoubtedly correct reaction: he suddenly flashed backward, creating distance between himself and Wang Chen.

Zhu Jiu needed to buy himself a breath of time to gain support from his companions!

But that one breath could mean the difference between life and death!

Wang Chen suddenly opened his mouth and released a sword light. The Longyuan Sword, which had been concealed in his energy field, suddenly materialized and pursued Zhu Jiu with a speed faster than lightning.

In an instant, the brilliance of the sword’s blade pierced the eyes of Hu Qi, Old Knife, and Zhu Jiu.

Zhu Jiu’s movement abruptly halted.

He looked down at his chest and discovered a blood hole had formed.

Neither his Protection shield nor the spiritual energy talismans had managed to block this sword.

“Heh heh…”

Hot blood gushed out, taking away Zhu Jiu’s life force and magical energy.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something more.

But before he could speak, he fell backward, his gaze blank and his face pale.

The moment he hit the ground, he vanished into emptiness!

【Heavenly Merit +600】

Wang Chen ignored the information that flashed in his vision and reached out to grab the Longyuan Sword that had just flown back to him.

With the sword in hand, he looked at the nearby Hu Qi.

His gaze was utterly indifferent!

A chilling and deadly sword intent erupted suddenly, enveloping Hu Qi in an instant.

Even Old Knife was affected, nearly losing control of his life treasure!

But Old Knife’s situation was already far better than Hu Qi’s.