Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2651 - 978: Flawed Life Soul, Fierce Battle with Qing Shuang (Part 2)

"Senior Brother, you must assist me!"

Is it truly possible that even four individuals cannot restrain the Qi Xia Emperor?

Though his exchange with Luo Chen lasted but a heartbeat, the ferocity of the Qi Xia Emperor surged in that brief window. Trapped within the Great Formation and pitted against four masters of the Divine Transformation realm simultaneously, he remained an indomitable force, utterly unmatched.

Mo Shouzhuo stretched out his hand with measured grace, parrying a strike from the Qi Xia Emperor intended to cut down Liancheng, while barking a command at Luo Chen.

"Slay Qing Shuang, and your Life Soul shall be restored to you! Fail, and you shall find yourself descending into the Netherworld this very day!"

"Understood!"

Without a flicker of hesitation, a thunderous boom erupted across the vast expanse of the Netherworld Sea.

As the glowing embers drifted down, Luo Chen had vanished from his previous position.

He materialized instantly beside the woman clad in green.

He unleashed a powerful strike!

Splat!

Qing Shuang caught Luo Chen’s heavy fist with ease, offering a look of disinterest as she shook her head.

"It is highly probable that your Life Soul is no longer in his possession."

"I cannot afford to gamble on that!" Luo Chen’s gaze remained cold and calculating.

With a fluid motion, Qing Shuang twisted her wrist and released him, her immense physical prowess shoving Luo Chen backward.

Her dark hair danced in the air, yet her gaze remained icy and composed.

"Regardless, you are no match for me."

Luo Chen offered a faint, jagged smile. "That may be true, but I can certainly entangle you long enough to ensure you don’t interfere with their confrontation."

Even as he spoke, his assault never faltered.

Utilizing the Moon Steps, he turned his form into a blur, raining down a relentless series of kicks that trailed afterimages around Qing Shuang.

Qing Shuang narrowed her eyes, forced to abandon her plan to reinforce the Qi Xia Emperor so she could concentrate entirely on neutralizing the threat of Luo Chen.

However, the moment their engagement intensified, she felt a jolt of surprise at the evolution of her opponent.

He was faster.

He was stronger.

Even more resilient than before.

Mid-air, as their kicks collided, she felt a sharp prick of pain in her limbs.

It was a sensation she, a practitioner of Body Refinement for ages, had never encountered.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Following another fierce exchange of strikes, both fighters were pushed back once more.

"Have you managed to increase your strength yet again?" Qing Shuang asked, sounding genuinely startled.

Luo Chen let his arms hang limply, faint streaks of red and ebony spreading across his fingertips. He replied in a measured tone, "People are prone to change. It is not merely you who has grown."

Qing Shuang bowed her head slightly, acknowledging the truth in his words.

She was currently standing on the precipice of the Divine Transformation Realm.

The transformation in Luo Chen over these years was equally undeniable.

During their first brush, he possessed no means to defend himself and was swept into her Sleeve Universe without a struggle. During their second, he had gained the strength to fight back, grazing her with the Withering and Flourishing Divine Fire, yet he was ultimately captured despite his desperate defiance.

And now, in this third encounter!

"You are finally worthy of my full potential," she murmured.

Luo Chen chuckled. "I, too, wish to test the fruits of my cultivation over these long years."

With those words, they lunged forward in unison.

The void crackled with explosions as they left afterimages in their wake, reappearing in a tangle of limbs and brutal force. From the moment they stood upon Soulbreak Cliff, both understood that relying on magic powers was unwise, as the environment would suppress them significantly.

They were not the Qi Xia Emperor nor the Five Elders of Tianyuan, who could shrug off such crushing weight.

Close-quarters combat was their only viable path. This mutual understanding turned into a silent, lethal coordination.

Though less theatrical than the duel unfolding nearby, their battle was tenfold more hazardous.

Bang!

With a dull thud, Luo Chen—lacking the shielding of his Xuan Chen Armor—suffered a massive indentation to his chest, his back arching from the impact. He whipped his hand backward, raking his fingers across Qing Shuang’s slender but rock-hard arm.

Swish!

Five deep red and black claw marks marred her skin, and a sickening, faint odor hung in the air.

Qing Shuang’s expression flickered, her arm visibly trembling.

The marks faded, but the stench persisted.

Poison!

"A Poison Skill? Does that account for the rapid advancement of your Body Refinement?"

She surged forward immediately, her fingers pressed together into a sword-like thrust, aiming directly for his vital points. Luo Chen’s Qi-Blood began to churn, and as his Origin Force flowed, his chest reconstructed itself. Facing her Finger Sword, he pivoted with Moon Steps, countering with a vicious elbow strike.

Supporting Mountain Technique!

Puff!

Agony flared in his shoulder as a gruesome hole appeared, yet Qing Shuang fared no better, being sent flying backward by the force of the blow.

"You cannot imagine how many times I have simulated this battle within my mind!"

Ignoring his wound, Luo Chen pressed his advantage, unleashing the Seven Scattered Hands of the Demon Monarch in combination with his Wind, Moon, Thunder, Cloud Steps to Immortality.

Qing Shuang parried every strike, matching him punch for punch, palm for palm, in a display of balanced, unrelenting ferocity.

They danced across the edges of Soul Island, clashing and separating like phantoms.

Blood drizzled from the sky amidst the fury of their colliding blows and surging waves.

Yet, even amidst this lethal melee, they were not the true center of the conflict.

The massive formation surrounding the isle was pushed to its breaking point. Six figures darted back and forth within the flickering energy. Magical artifacts flew like falling stars, casting a destructive aura that caused the very island to tremble.

This life-or-death struggle between eight souls was destined to conclude in carnage.

Luo Chen had no bandwidth to consider the others, knowing only that his Life Soul rested with the Tianyuan Daoist Sect, and his future was tied to every swing of his blade.

He wielded his Heavenly Stick, the weapon shifting in length as it stirred up roiling, murky waves. However, Qing Shuang had donned silver-white gloves and now parried the heavy strikes of the staff without a hint of fear. Upon catching the artifact, those high-grade gloves even ground a layer of pale stone powder from the surface of his weapon.