Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2681 - 989: Strength Soaring, Instant Defeat of the Three Cultivators (Part 3)

Luo Chen sipped the spirit tea, nodding faintly with approval. Truly excellent!

With a smile, he remarked, "There’s still time to leave."

To his surprise, the Great Brahma Prince shook his head.

"Now that we’ve arrived, why leave? I’m eager to witness your divine might repelling the powerful enemies."

Luo Chen regarded him with a subtle smile. "I only hope you won’t switch sides at the critical moment."

The Great Brahma Prince dismissed it with a wave. "You may not realize, but the Hanging Temple once invited me to lead Prajna Hall, which I refused. In this coming clash, I take no side—I’m merely here to watch."

Curiosity sparked, he inquired, "When will the Hanging Temple forces arrive?"

"I’m unsure, but they’ll come sooner or later."

"How many powerhouses?"

"No idea, though there won’t be few."

"Are you confident?"

"Alone, it might prove tough, yet this fight isn’t solely mine."

The Great Brahma Prince’s gaze instinctively shifted elsewhere.

The Endless Bamboo Sea stretched out, verdant and boundless.

Through his divine sense, he detected another mighty aura concealed there.

Could the famed top expert below Divine Transformation, Demon Emperor Qing Shuang, be joining this fray too?

Rumors told of Alchemy Sect’s Luo Chen clashing in a desperate duel with Demon Emperor Qing Shuang amid the Hanhai Desert.

Earlier doubts about Luo Chen’s prowess faded after their recent exchange, affirming this Eastern Wilderness titan could truly rival Qing Shuang.

With such a duo—the Mountain Sea Realm’s mightiest beneath Divine Transformation uniting—what force must the Hanging Temple muster to crush them and halt Master Xuan Du’s breakthrough to Divinity Transformation Realm?

The Great Brahma Prince pondered, his interest fully ignited.

He licked his lips with a grin. "Waiting drags on forever. Does friend Daoist fancy a game of chess?"

Luo Chen’s eyes brightened. "I’ve dabbled a bit but lack true skill. If you desire, I’d gladly play a few rounds with you."

"No, I’ll be the one accompanying you."

Chuckling softly, the Great Brahma Prince summoned a chessboard and stones, setting them upon the stone table.

A gentle breeze swept from the Bamboo Sea, granting the pavilion a fleeting serenity.

Their exchange wasn’t concealed from prying ears.

Thus, Xiao Yan and his group caught every word.

News of the Hanging Temple’s assault lit their faces with vivid excitement.

Particularly the Tuluo tribe’s leader, whose golden body Luo Chen had shattered—he fidgeted with keen anticipation.

Luo Chen paid it no heed, utterly immersed in the chess match.

His chess prowess was modest at best, picked up from casual lessons with Fu Qinglan during downtime in Zhongzhou.

Facing the Great Brahma Prince, he soon fell behind.

Yet he remained unconcerned, barely concentrating on the game.

His focus turned inward, to his own form.

Since mastering the Three Heads and Six Arms divine power, though his physique hadn’t bulked up much, his overall might had soared dramatically.

This boost stemmed from segregating the jumbled energies inside him.

Within now, Qi coursed through meridians and acupoints toward the Purple Mansion, Origin Force saturated flesh and bones, while other elemental powers settled into the organs.

In combat, Qi could be directed precisely, Origin Force ever-ready everywhere.

Should Qing Shuang repeat old tricks, he’d fail to halt Luo Chen’s fleshly regeneration, keeping him at peak always.

Activating Three Heads and Six Arms would amplify his power even more.

For now, with energies separated, he escaped limits of using just one or two arts at once.

Then, bolstered by rich divine soul, robust adaptable body, and diverse forces, multiple arts could unleash simultaneously.

Like before with Qingyang’s Great Handprint, Fire Phoenix Scorches the Plain, and Flame Dragon Birth—all three erupting together!

That had been just a mere trial.

Paired with sundry magic treasures...

"If I fought Qing Shuang today, what result would unfold?"

In the midst of play, boards had swapped unnoticed.

The Great Brahma Prince, ever dominant, leisurely studied Luo Chen.

Shockingly, Luo Chen displayed zero anxiety.

As though the Hanging Temple loomed not as a threat at all.

"Arrogance, or true assurance?"

Silence met his musing.

Only the brewing battle would reveal the truth.

And that moment...

"They’re here!"

Three days passed; Luo Chen swept away a hopelessly lost game.

The Great Brahma Prince shrugged. "I was on the verge of victory!"

Luo Chen rose steadily, hands behind his back, staring afar.

Chess wasn’t his forte.

But flipping the board? He knew that trick all too well.