Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2623 - 967: Wind-Calming Wave, Slaying Li Tian, Netherworld Earth Dragon (Part 2)

With a simple reach, he secured the pair of fish firmly within his grip.

"The Grandmaster happily takes this!"

A burst of Spiritual Light flared from his palm, causing the Life and Death Gu to disappear without a trace.

At the same time, an furious and shrill howl resounded from the rear.

"Hand it over!"

Bang!

Master Li Tian burst into bizarre Flames, brandishing three blade-like limbs, and lunged at Luo Chen while gripping the Corpse Rotting Sword.

He had broken loose from the confining might of the Primordial Chaos Tripod through sheer force!

Confronting the frenzied Master Li Tian, a mocking smile twisted Luo Chen’s lips.

"You truly believed the Grandmaster was someone you could trample? Lacking the Wind-Ripple Pavilion, what chance do you stand against me?"

Rather than falling back, he pressed forward, swinging the Yuan Tu Sword with swift precision.

One strike!

Clang!

The Corpse Rotting Sword, which Master Li Tian had meticulously forged over centuries in secret, could no longer endure the peerless edge; it shattered into fragments, the handle embedding itself into the earth.

Luo Chen lightly flicked his wrist.

Five Sword Pills whirled outward, arranging themselves at key positions that represented the Five Elements.

Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, in harmonious balance while creating an infinite loop.

Boom!

The torrent of Sword Silk exploded outward.

It showed no weakness compared to the earlier Sword Qi Storm unleashed by the Wind-Ripple Pavilion’s explosion, enveloping Master Li Tian completely.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Innumerable Sword Silks pierced through, relentlessly slicing and shredding, trapping Master Li Tian in a hopeless fight with no way out.

After several exchanges, two of his three mantis-blade arms were severed, leaving just one intact.

Luo Chen pulled back the Yuan Tu Blood Sword, retreated a step, and clapped his palms, thrusting them ahead.

Buzz...

A majestic Great Handprint like a blazing Proud Sun materialized gradually, moving with deceptive slowness yet accelerating into the Great Five Elements Sword Formation.

A piercing wail of agony echoed.

Qingyang’s Great Handprint shattered the array, slamming a silhouette straight into the unyielding floor.

Though these actions appeared intricate.

In Luo Chen’s execution, they unfolded as a rapid chain of battle reflexes.

With a mere intention, the five Sword Pills orbited around him, while the Primordial Chaos Tripod hovered in front.

From his elevated position, Luo Chen gazed upon the miserable form trapped under the five-digit imprint on the ground.

Despite the wretched and mangled state, a sliver of vitality lingered.

No one knew the extent of Qi-Blood he had covertly absorbed from victims via the Demon Heart Gu, fortifying his body to remain so resilient amid Luo Chen’s barrage.

Among all foes Luo Chen had faced, this one ranked among the most stubborn.

The sole regret was that, despite his elevated Realm and diverse strategies, his prowess in Spell Battles came across as rather unpolished.

This might stem from his long years of hiding his real identity and the elevated rank he gained after excelling in Gu Refining.

With greater stature, chances for actual fights grew scarce.

Consequently, refining battle skills turned increasingly difficult.

For a fleeting instant, Luo Chen sensed a thrill of unsatisfied fervor.

Crack, crack, crack...

Noises of liberation reverberated.

Not just from the writhing Master Li Tian, but also from the Black King who had been bound by the Triple Blood Shackles earlier.

Luo Chen redirected his magic power, allowing the Black King to break loose.

"Have you slacked in your cultivation as well?" Luo Chen inquired.

The Black King brimmed with injustice; sure, he dozed frequently, but that formed part of his cultivation practice, and typically, he never shirked or idled.

In reality, the adversaries his master had tangled with lately far surpassed what he could manage.

The mightiest beneath Divine Transformation, Qing Shuang, the Demon Emperor!

Once the top cultivator in the Extreme East, True Master Shenyuan!

Master Li Tian, the renowned Poison Refining Master of the South Border!

Which among them could he possibly contend with?

"Master..."

"Forget it, come back!"

Luo Chen decided against scolding the Black King excessively; his role in easing the strain during critical junctures already marked his utmost contribution.

The Black King assented softly, soaring toward him, and added, "Master, under this tomb, it feels like there’s something enormous lurking."

"Something enormous?"

Luo Chen paused in surprise for a second.

Yet right away, he grasped that if the Black King deemed it "enormous," it surely wasn’t a mere figure like Hong Ye Granny or the Flying Yaksha.

His face shifted subtly, and he aimed a finger squarely at Master Li Tian.

Sword Qi separated from his form, striking there in an instant.

Poof!

A massive puncture abruptly formed in the center of Master Li Tian’s brow.

For a Nascent Soul powerhouse, the Physical body ceased to be a critical vulnerability; even heart extraction wouldn’t halt combat briefly.

However, the head stayed especially susceptible, particularly as it housed the Sea of Consciousness sheltering the Divine Soul.

With that single Sword Qi, the Sea of Consciousness got utterly obliterated.

Soon after, additional Sword Qi rushed in.

Luo Chen poured everything into guaranteeing total annihilation.

A crimson Nascent Soul miniature emerged from Master Li Tian’s remains, staring at the incoming Sword Qi with eyes full of malice.

But it was only malice.

Thanks to the all-encompassing suppression from the Primordial Chaos Tripod, his Nascent Soul remained unable to blend with the surroundings.

"Luo Chen, even as a ghost, I’ll haunt you without mercy."

The venomous words lingered, prompting a faint grin from Luo Chen.

Throughout his existence, he had slain innumerous individuals.

Plenty among them harbored deep vendettas. Should every one return as vengeful spirits, he’d have perished ages ago.

"Perish!"

Sword Qi intertwined relentlessly, without end.

It pierced the barriers of Master Li Tian’s Nascent Soul repeatedly, with doom closing in.

And then, in the instant that followed...

Boom!

The earth split wide, revealing a colossal sanguine maw that engulfed Master Li Tian’s Nascent Soul entirely.

Faint munching noises followed.

Next, a ghostly verdant and ochre visage surfaced before Luo Chen.

Upon emerging, its vibrant eyes locked onto Luo Chen immediately.

"What manner of beast is this?"

Luo Chen reeled in shock, yet his movements stayed unflagging.

He slammed down a palm!

It connected solidly with the odd head.

Boom!

The tremendous impact propelled backward unexpectedly.

Luo Chen was hurled rearward, smashing into the sturdy barrier.

He tumbled down powerlessly.

"Master!"

A worried cry sounded, as the Black King prepared to manifest once more.

Luo Chen suppressed it, thoughts whirling, but a single directive dominated.

"Flee!"

Origin Force surged anew, propelling him upward.

The terrain kept collapsing while the bizarre green-yellow entity reclined silently on the surface, its elongated tongue flicking idly, observing Luo Chen’s escape attempt without any rush to pursue.

Moments later.

Bang!

The Netherworld Mountain entrance, previously torn apart by the Flame Dragon’s emergence, had mysteriously sealed itself, forming an impenetrable shield that halted Luo Chen.

It obstructed not just Luo Chen but also the earlier survivor, Hong Ye Granny.

Their eyes met briefly, and they sprang into action without delay.

One activated an Array Disk to execute a Shifting Technique.

The other brandished the Blood Sword, cleaving through the void with a powerful cut.

Yet the Shifting Technique faltered and disintegrated, spitting him out haphazardly inside the tomb.

The Blood Sword, unparalleled in keenness, rent the resilient barriers.

Astonishingly though, the quicker the breach, the swifter the regeneration.

Drip, drip.

Luo Chen stood firm on the ground, observing the falling droplets of blood, as an inevitable realization dawned within him.

Might this Netherworld Mountain actually be the form of some colossal creature?

Those apparently indestructible barriers, in truth, its inner tissues and gore?

And regarding this entity ahead?

The peculiar yellow-green monstrosity clambered forth from below the tomb.

Its frame wasn’t vast, merely about a dozen feet long.

But the horrifying strength packed in its mass was clear from enduring a direct hit from Luo Chen’s palm using only its skull.

Above all, the way it eyed Luo Chen carried a mounting, voracious hunger.

"It’s a Fifth-order Desolate Beast, the Netherworld Earth Dragon!"

The tense voice nearby came from Hong Ye Granny.

The phrase Netherworld Earth Dragon swiftly summoned associated knowledge in Luo Chen’s thoughts.

Legends spoke of the mighty Yin Yang Zi’s contract with a Fifth-Order Desolate Beast—the Netherworld Earth Dragon—via a Life and Death Gu.

Leveraging this creature’s talent for navigating the Netherworld and bridging Yin and Yang, he achieved breakthroughs in dual paths.

But hadn’t that Netherworld Earth Dragon supposedly expired from age?

Was this perhaps a scheme by the opposition to simulate death and conceal a trump card?

Luo Chen lacked time for further reflection, as the ravenous stare fixed on him intensified further.

"Life and Death Gu!"

Suddenly, Luo Chen comprehended it all.

This lesser Netherworld Earth Dragon served as Yin Yang Zi’s contingency, and the Life and Death Gu concealed in the Black Coffin might represent yet another?

Only for unknown causes, the Gu failed to reach Fifth Order, stalling Yin Yang Zi’s revival.

However, now roused, uniting the pair became essential.

"Hand back the Life and Death Gu, or hold onto it?"

Luo Chen shot a look at the Netherworld Earth Dragon, and a resolve solidified in his mind at once.

Even returning it might not guarantee his safety.

Therefore...

A savage gleam ignited in Luo Chen’s gaze, as he positioned one palm upright across his torso.

"Emergre!"

Instantly, the silhouette of a diminutive tree materialized in the tomb chamber.

Endless pale green-white flames, radiating from Luo Chen, engulfed the entire area.