As the phantom maw vanishes, Zhou Chen and Yang Ning—
"This…?"
"How is this possible?"
As soon as Zhou Chen's trident had fallen, the hearts of the wounded weapon spirits nearby all seemed to do the same—as they looked despairingly towards Long Hua.
(*-laoban, you truly are fearless in this Heaven and Earth, aren't you? That's Qilin flames that you just devoured; those flames are the bane of all evildoers…)
The moment the Tai Xuan Emperor saw the insanity that Long Hua had been attempting to commit, excitement coursed through her heart—only for disappointment to replace it the moment after, as the latter managed to survive unscathed.
"Hmm."
Upon hearing about Zhou Chen's Qilin flames, Long Hua figured that if the chance appeared, he would attempt to devour it, just to see what would happen, and the result is—
"Partial mastery."
Heaving a sigh, Long Hua shakes his head.
(Tch, if I managed to acquire a bit more, maybe a breakthrough would be possible?)
Thinking of this, Long Hua turns towards Zhou Chen, whose face is completely drained of blood.
"…!"
Sensing Long Hua staring at him like a snake in front of a prey, a chill runs down Zhou Chen's spine.
"Y-You… Just what are you? How could there possibly be a pra-… Be an Immortal like you?! Those flames are the absolute bane of evildoers like you, you shouldn't have been able to devour it the way you did!"
Correcting himself quickly, Yang Ning looks to Long Hua with clear dread in his eyes—as if he is staring at a genuine monster.
And towards Yang Ning's words, Long Hua confidently replies—
"So long as you have the iron will to make what you consider to be impossible into the possible, then there truly isn't anything that could be considered impossible in this Heaven and Earth—for that…"
Straightening his stance, and placing his hands behind his back, Long Hua continues to say—
"Is what it means to be a practitioner."
Simultaneously, Zhou Chen and Yang Ning twitched their lips.
A junior talent of this class—in their generation, would have been someone that numerous individuals would have coveted, but not necessarily to have them acknowledge them as their master.
The reason for this is because, this individual possesses the qualifications to become a peerless powerhouse by their own merit. Instead of becoming their master, they would be better off forming a good relationship with them by sowing positive karma.
However, the fact of the matter is, this individual is currently their greatest adversary—for there is no doubt in Zhou Chen and Yang Ning's minds that if Long Hua wishes to do so, he can readily rip all of them to shreds.
"…"
"…"
As despair looms in the air, the weapon spirits that have just successfully defeated the stone soldier marches onto the scene.
"This…?"
"It's that Immortal."
"The one that managed to break all the stone soldiers in three hits…"
Seeing a decently-sized crater that is charred pitch black between Long Hua and Yang Ning, all the newly arrived weapon spirits sucked in a cold breath of air, as they look to Long Hua with evident wariness.
"Oh?"
Despite possessing emotions of extreme fear towards his strength, none of these newly arrived weapon spirits are showing any signs of backing down—seemingly intent on fighting him to death.
Among these weapon spirits, Long Hua naturally picks out Shao Tianming, Wang Yongning, Chen Lan, Li Zi Xiang, Ye Chen, and Li Xue from the crowd.
"…"
"…"
Momentarily, Qing Yue, Zhui Yun, along with their respective groups arrive at the scene. Though injured here and there, the light in their eyes is still flickering actively.
"…"
Staring at the practitioner that should be Long Hua, Zhui Yun can't help but feel like none of this is an act—believing the former to be serious about killing them all here and now.
"…"
"…"
"…"
Under the eyes of the world, that is waiting with bated breaths, not a single person made any moves.
But eventually—
"…Out of the way."
Pushing themselves out of the crowd, and positioning themselves at the forefront of the gathering—is a figure dressed in a white trench coat.
Due to the hood that is covering their head, it's impossible to see this individual's face.
"Hm?"
Looking at the weapon spirit dressed completely in white, Long Hua raises an eye. For some reason, he can't help but feel like there is something incredibly off about this individual.
This oddness is difficult to describe, but Long Hua can say for certain that the individual isn't capable of bringing him physical harm.
"…"
"…"
Staring at each other with a pitch-black crater between them, silence looms in the air.
But momentarily—
"…"
The eight hems of the white figure's trench coat, they begin to move like the tails of a beast.
"…"
Narrowing his eyes, Long Hua had originally wanted to make an exit at this point; but seeing this figure has suddenly caused him to change his mind.
Killing off several weapon spirits throughout the course of this battle, it may have seemed rather contradictory to his goal—when Long Hua should want as many weapon spirits as possible to be alive for when the Ling Yuan family performs their harvest.
However, what purpose is there to keep the weak that is incapable of activating their Weapon Spirit True Bodies around?
Why not simply pluck out the weak, and use the hatred and fear that he, as an Immortal symbolizes, to fuel the drives of the survivors to strengthen themselves further—in the hopes of surviving for longer?