Yan Mochen was killed right in front of that cold senior disciple. The tension in the air reached a peak.

“Since you want to die, I’ll help you out.” The senior disciple waved a hand, and thousands of runic swords appeared around him, shooting toward Long Chen.

“Split the Heavens 3!” Long Chen had been secretly circulating his spiritual yuan even before killing Yan Mochen. He had activated all twenty-seven divine runes. However, he had less than a third of his spiritual yuan, causing his attack’s power to sharply drop.

BOOM!

Long Chen’s saber-image exploded upon contact with the senior disciple’s swords, and he was blown back, vomiting blood. Many faint cracks appeared on his body.

“Not bad, you were able to receive one of my attacks. But you’ll still die.”

The senior disciple summoned a huge sword-image. It split into two, and then two split into four. Their sharpness caused the void to be easily pierced by them. They shot toward Long Chen.

This was one of his truly powerful attacks, and there was no way for Long Chen to resist it, especially not in his heavily injured...