Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 2652: Chapter 978: Life Soul Incomplete, Fierce Battle with Qing Shuang (3)

That was a Heavenly Stick that even the Yuan Tu Sword could only leave a white mark on!

In that moment, Luo Chen’s pupils contracted.

He dared not hold back any longer, the Life-taking Golden Feather swayed by his side, sometimes stabbing, sometimes whipping, not allowing Qing Shuang to get too close to his body.

If True Master Jin Ling of the Five Elements Divine Sect were alive to see this scene, he would likely berate him furiously.

The razor-sharp Life-taking Golden Feather was meant to be paired with Magic Powers, yet Luo Chen was using it as a close combat weapon.

But Luo Chen could not care less; if Qing Shuang’s palm touched him, it wasn’t just bones breaking and tendons snapping he feared—being torn to shreds was inevitable.

After another close clash, Luo Chen leapt forward with a stab.

The Heavenly Stick suddenly swelled and lengthened, directly pushing Qing Shuang back dozens of feet.

Then, Luo Chen’s eyes flashed fiercely.

"Go!"

The Withering and Flourishing Divine Fire surged out along the Heavenly Stick like a fire serpent.

But just as it was about to reach Qing Shuang, her figure vanished mysteriously.

"Is it a spatial technique?" Luo Chen was taken aback. He suddenly realized that although other Power of Laws might be suppressed on this Soul Island, preventing the drawing of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, Qing Shuang was unaffected.

Simply because she had comprehended the True Meaning of Space Law!

Time and space are omnipresent, omnipervasive!

From the void came a voice of admiration, as if acknowledging a match between worthy opponents.

"I acknowledge your progress over the years!"

The next moment, the void rippled, and a silver-white palm emerged, heading towards Luo Chen’s back.

At the instant of contact, a forceless Qi Power spurted out, intending to obliterate everything.

Boom!

The palm force erupted, shattering the illusion.

Qing Shuang was taken aback, an incredulous look on her stunning face.

That deadly strike had actually missed.

Her answer was the tip of a blood-red sword.

Luo Chen turned with a sword strike, plucking stars and capturing the moon, aiming straight for her heart.

Qing Shuang’s heart alarmed, her left hand curved bizarrely, appearing abruptly in front to shield her flat chest.

"Clang!"

The sword tip met the glove, producing a piercing, deafening screech, almost enough to rupture one’s eardrums.

Luo Chen’s expression turned fierce; he gripped the sword with one hand, pushing the hilt with the other.

"Break!"

The formidable Yuan Tu Sword, against all odds, advanced three inches in mid-air, forcefully breaking through the silver-white glove.

Swoosh!

Qing Shuang drifted backward, her blue robe blossoming like a flower, blood suddenly appearing.

Where there was once a flat chest and abdomen, now prominent peaks faintly emerged.

Qing Shuang slowly raised her hand, glanced at it, and then thoughtfully lifted her head.

"Good sword!"

"But the best is your illusion that confuses my Divine Consciousness!"

Yet, faced with such praise, Luo Chen’s expression showed little satisfaction.

Soul Technique—Ghost-God Evading Technique!

It was his original creation, inspired by the illusions of the Desolate Beast Ghost Immortal Tower, making it invincible against those with a lesser Divine Soul Endowment.

Especially now that his Divine Soul Endowment had grown to its limit, almost none among the Nascent Soul could compare.

Since the start of their battle, he had been suppressing his impulse, refraining from using this Soul Technique.

All to create a single decisive opportunity.

However, even when Qing Shuang fell for it, he still failed to kill her, only slightly injuring her.

"I have simulated scenes of battling you again countless times, repeatedly overestimating you. But when the moment of dreams come true finally arrived, I found I still underestimated you by far."

Luo Chen, wielding the blood-colored long sword, the Life-taking Golden Feather swaying overhead, stood in the void, his figure flickering and indistinct, his true form unseen.

Even his voice seemed to come from all directions, making it impossible to find his True Body.

Qing Shuang looked at him, her expression becoming extremely grave.

She was hailed as the foremost individual below Divine Transformation!

And her past achievements lived up to that reputation.

If not for a Cultivation mishap, even the Great Power Chun Yuan of the Tianyuan Daoist Sect might not easily capture her.

But now, she had been wounded by someone of the same cultivation realm, and had she not reacted swiftly, she would have faced a chilling end.

She must not be careless!

The two said no more, exerting their full strength, charging towards each other.

Midway through her charge, Qing Shuang’s form vanished again.

The void rippled and fluctuated, and when she reappeared, she was at Luo Chen’s side.

Miraculously, the Yuan Tu Sword was perfectly positioned in front of her swan-like neck.

As if she had voluntarily collided into it.

Sss...

A bloodstain emerged.

But Luo Chen did not fare well either; a thick palm force, disregarding the illusion effect of Ghost-God Evading Technique, landed vaguely on his waist and flank.

Bang!

Luo Chen fell from the air, plunging into the rushing waves of the Netherworld Sea, one hand on the sword, the other pressing his waist, his expression incredibly grim.

"Why can she ignore the Ghost-God Evading Technique?"

On the other side, Qing Shuang’s fingertip swept across her neck, the blood blossomed beautifully, a few incredulous hues on her exquisite cheeks.

"How does he perceive my Void Escape Divine Technique?"

Amidst the murky sea, the two locked eyes from afar, each filled with grave tension.

Pa!

A palm slapped the sea surface, and Luo Chen vaulted back up.

Qing Shuang, undaunted, broke through the space once more.

Qi Power surged, Origin Force accelerated, the two figures flipped and flew, colliding incessantly, uncontrollable injuries progressively appearing on both their bodies.

This battle, not as momentous as that on the battlefield above Soulbreak Cliff, steadily approached an extreme end.

Huala!

The waves surged mightily, growing more turbulent, washing over the two insignificant figures like two staggering seabirds.

And the Soulbreak Cliff, carved like knife and axe, stood quietly in the distance, witnessing the descent into demise of this world’s premier group of individuals.