Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2552 - 938: All of You, Come at Me Together!
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Across the open plain.
The white-robed monk clutches a Precept Sword tightly in one hand while shaping a Hand Seal with the other.
That Precept Sword gleams darkly, releasing waves of thick black Qi.
The Hand Seal carries a solemn air, summoning a faint Golden Bell that hovers above it.
These two opposing auras merge within a single figure, blending together in perfect unity.
Confronting the towering Luo Chen, he stays composed and says softly, "My monastic name is Jue Ning, but of course, you may call me by my secular name before I became a monk—Ning Yuzhuo!"
As the words "Ning Yuzhuo" rang out, Luo Chen abruptly sensed a strange fusion of dream and truth, past recollections and the current moment.
While journeying through the North Sea alongside Han Zhan, he had once described encountering a Demonic Cultivator from the North Sea during his younger days, someone who commanded pure Demonic Qi in the Eastern Wasteland.
In a vision from Cang Long, he glimpsed that very Demonic Cultivator, though the figure's triumph was short-lived before the revered monk Hui Ping subdued him personally.
The name had been Ning Yuzhuo as well!
Observing the man before him now, from his bearing to the surging Qi Power on display, everything aligned with those scattered memories.
It had to be him!
Luo Chen burst into a hearty laugh, "Very good, I don’t kill nameless people. If you have a name, then take another move from me!"
His words dripped with supreme arrogance.
What did it imply that bearing a name meant enduring yet another strike?
Yet Luo Chen's deeds proved even more overbearing than his boast.
He strode through the sky as though ascending a celestial staircase, lotuses blooming beneath each footfall.
At the peak of his ascent, he unleashed a sudden kick.
His form launched toward Ning Yuzhuo like a released arrow, stirring gales and thunder in his trail.
His speed surpassed even Master Ming Lei's when he called forth Heavenly Thunder.
Thunder Kick!
Against this powerful strike, Ning Yuzhuo kept his poise, the Seal Gesture in his left hand flaring once more.
A massive golden bell materialized around him, shielding his body completely.
All these events, despite appearing drawn out, unfolded instantly after Luo Chen's words echoed.
Their clash endured for just an instant.
Bang!
A thunderous impact echoed; Ning Yuzhuo held his ground without budging.
Luo Chen's kick stopped short, just beyond the golden bell's surface.
Still, with Ning Yuzhuo as the focal point, the earth shook fiercely.
Undulations of soil rippled outward like expanding waves.
They stretched ten miles, twenty miles, reaching even a hundred miles, showing no sign of stopping.
Ning Yuzhuo let out a muffled grunt, gripping his long blade with strained force, and swung it gradually at Luo Chen.
"Benevolent one, the sea of bitterness has no bounds; turn back to the shore!"
His expression stayed as tranquil as a god's, wielding the blade like an axe felling timber.
This swing looked unremarkable, devoid of the earlier splendor.
However, right at the strike's core, Luo Chen's gaze sharpened with intensity.
Within the blade's glow, murmurs of wicked demons and recitations of divine chants assaulted his Sea of Consciousness without pause.
For a typical cultivator, their mind might waver, leaving them defenseless against the blow.
But thanks to the Prison Soul Suppression Technique, Luo Chen stood unaffected, chuckling, "If you wish to guide others away from suffering, why wield the blade against them?"
Ning Yuzhuo, who had remained unflappable until now, finally revealed a flicker of astonishment at Luo Chen's steady demeanor.
He never anticipated that his Devil’s Sound and Buddha’s Chant would fail to influence him.
Yet with the assault already launched, withdrawal was impossible.
Ning Yuzhuo whispered, "People are obsessed, lost in the sea of suffering, unwilling to escape; I, a humble monk, can only sever their sins."
With those words, the blade's radiance shifted!
It abandoned the gentle persuasion, surging into wild turmoil, as if a mighty demon had descended upon the world.
The attack intensified beyond its prior strength, though Luo Chen perceived reduced peril, making it simpler to repel.
He pressed forward fearlessly, employing both hands.
Relying on raw bodily might, he smashed the blade's light into scattered shards.
Though Demonic Qi raged fiercely, Origin Force proved utterly more commanding!
The immense Palm Force surged endlessly, slamming toward Ning Yuzhuo.
Even as the Golden Bell flickered back to life, beneath Luo Chen's enhanced Origin Force barrage, it trembled uncontrollably.
Boom!
In a resounding blast, Ning Yuzhuo was forced backward, skidding hundreds of feet before stopping, his features rigid.
Luo Chen stood tall, pulling back his strike, one hand tucked behind him, and tsked in admiration, "If you’re a demon, be a demon; if you cultivate Buddha, so be it. Friend Ning, mixing them so, it’s truly unconventional!"
As his voice faded.
Across from him, Ning Yuzhuo could no longer contain his inner wounds, a strange redness blooming on his face as blood trickled from his lips.
The look he directed at Luo Chen lost its prior serenity, tinged now with confusion.
Luo Chen ignored it entirely.
Amid countless watching eyes, he shouted boldly to Feng Bu Yan and his group in Wind and Thunder Gorge, "Three mere individuals, thinking to take my Brother Ming Lei’s cultivation place, better come together, for I, Qitian, am enough!"
His resonant declaration brimmed with absolute assurance.
No one questioned if it stemmed from hubris or bluster.
From felling Yang Daoist to clashing with Ning Yuzhuo in the valley, his limited strikes had revealed tremendous might.
Even Master Ming Lei, who had earlier harbored doubts about Luo Chen, now experienced a shiver.
Hadn't he been exaggerating earlier?
Could he truly challenge all below the Divine Transformation?
While he couldn't fully gauge the white-clad monk Ning Yuzhuo, he understood Yang Daoist intimately. As the head of Qingyang Temple's observatory, Yang had reached the Nascent Soul Stage three hundred years ago, his cultivation hovering at the late Early Nascent Soul Stage, merely a breath away from the Middle Stage.
A powerhouse like that crumbled under Qitian's palms, highlighting an enormous disparity in strength.
Following this bold challenge, how would the foes react?
Master Ming Lei halted his assault on Feng Bu Yan, moving to the side to open up space.