Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2680 - 989: Strength Soars, Instantly Defeating the Three Cultivators (Part 2)

No trace of smoke lingered, no chants echoed, no gestures were made—he vanished into the void like a specter.

How had he achieved this?

They remained ignorant, yet the Great Brahma Prince alone displayed utter disbelief.

Common fire escape arts couldn't reach such perfection.

However, grasping the Fire Origin allowed one to seize the ubiquitous fire-attributed Spiritual Qi from the world, slipping away undetected.

Rumors held that Luo Chen from the Alchemy Sect in the Eastern Wasteland had early comprehended the Law’s True Intent, a genius without equal; was this the Fire Origin?

No answers came to their queries.

The Tuluo Crowd's leader, as the direct target, faced an overwhelming force crashing like a tsunami.

Furthermore, a wild, primal power surged through their point of contact, ravaging his whole frame.

His sleeves shredded inch by inch.

Veins throbbed, blood surged wildly.

Luo Chen witnessed this and arched his brow faintly.

"Suffering Practice Method? Impressive defense!"

With genuine praise, Luo Chen abruptly pulled back, then lunged ahead.

His figure blurred into a shadow, circling the Tuluo Crowd's head with eerie footwork.

His silhouette flickered illusively like a ghost, but his attacks raged like a tempest.

Fingers struck, palms slapped, fists hammered, claws tore—eight strikes in a row, infused with Origin Force, then exploded together.

King’s Desquamation!

Finished, Luo Chen floated backward.

The Tuluo Crowd's head remained upright, his gaze somewhat vacant.

Then!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bloody mists erupted across his gaunt but sturdy physique, one after another.

"Ah!"

A piercing cry rang out at once.

In the sky, the Great Brahma Prince's pupils contracted sharply.

"The Tuluo Crowd head's Zhan Tan Golden Body is shattered!"

As the top body refinement master in the Mosen King Court, the head's Zhan Tan Golden Body was legendary, reputed to shrug off True Devices effortlessly—a flawless Leakless Golden Body.

This was evident earlier when he single-handedly blocked Luo Chen’s Flame Dragon Birth.

Yet now, after merely two exchanges, it crumbled under the foe's assault.

"If it were me, how many strikes would it take?" The Great Brahma Prince pondered deeply, the answer clear: far more than ten.

"Wait!"

"Don’t!"

Sudden shouts of alarm erupted close by.

The Great Brahma Prince glanced over, spotting a gleaming platinum Sword Qi at the white-clothed Daoist's fingertips.

This signaled clear murderous intent!

With his golden body breached and Gang Qi spilling out, the Tuluo Crowd's head knelt miserably on the ground, eyes filled with despair as the white-clothed Daoist advanced steadily.

Suddenly!

Luo Chen's advance stopped short.

He gazed speechlessly at the distant Buddhist Temple bathed in moonlight.

"Master, you want me to guard you yet also restrain myself—this is truly tough!"

Despite his words, the platinum Sword Qi in Luo Chen’s grasp faded away.

He shot a look at the Tuluo Crowd's head, snorted softly without scorn or ridicule, and soared off alone to a pavilion.

Xiao Yan and Tuo Po shared a look, then carefully landed, supporting the Tuluo Crowd's head and feeding him healing pills.

Though they chased worldly pleasures, they held faith in Buddha and served devoutly.

Much like the ascetic monk, the head of the Tuluo Crowd, whom they revered deeply.

The Great Brahma Prince observed briefly, then strode into the pavilion by himself.

"Fellow Daoist, you mentioned protecting Master Xuan Du—who's the foe?"

Luo Chen lifted his eyes to the towering, regally attired figure like a celestial deity, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"You know my background, but I don't know yours—shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

The Great Brahma Prince paused, then chuckled soundlessly.

His fame rang loud across the West Desert; scarce High Order Cultivators were unaware, so he'd overlooked this.

Luo Chen hailed from the Outer Continent and had risen recently—ignorance of him was expected.

He offered a formal Daoist salute: "I rule the Mosen Lu Dou Country; the world knows me as the Great Brahma Prince."

Hearing the name, Luo Chen regarded him with heightened respect.

Though Great Brahma Heaven wasn't the dominant Buddhist path in the West Desert, it was revered as the Creator God among its offshoots.

Claiming such a title unscathed proved immense strength.

Particularly his earlier feat of taking one of Luo Chen's strikes head-on, revealing exceptional might.

Noting the overture, Luo Chen flicked his wrist, summoning a wine jug onto the pavilion's stone table.

The Great Brahma Prince smiled bitterly: "Wine in a Buddhist Holy Land feels a bit irreverent."

Luo Chen nodded in agreement, stored the jug, "Then have some tea instead!"

The Great Brahma Prince shook his head with a helpless grin, produced a fine tea set, ignited True Fire to heat water, and started brewing Spirit Tea, curiosity lingering.

With the scene prepared, Luo Chen spoke without delay.

He declared deliberately: "Hanging Temple!"

The Great Brahma Prince, midway through pouring, froze his hand, face etched with shock.

"Impossible!"

"Why not?" Luo Chen countered.

The Great Brahma Prince blurted: "The Glazed Pure Land originated from Hanging Temple itself; Master Xuan Du was once head of the Medicine King Institute, one of the Eight Chairmen—why would Hanging Temple target him?"

Luo Chen smirked faintly, seized the teapot, and poured his own cup.

"Since you know Master Xuan Du came from Hanging Temple, who else in the whole West Desert dares oppose him besides them?"

The Great Brahma Prince fell silent.

The reasoning rang true, didn't it?

He abruptly remembered Master Xuan Du’s warning upon entering the Glazed Pure Land.

Buddhist tribulation?

A calamity within the Buddhist sects!

The Great Brahma Prince could only wryly smile: "I've truly stumbled into disaster unawares!"