Supreme Alchemist-Chapter 1670 - 1660: The Final Game

The Qilin King transformed into his God-Beast form, Long Yan transformed into a Purple Gold Demon Dragon, and the two colossal beasts clashed in the high sky, bringing a tremendous visual impact to everyone.

Pushed to this point, the Qilin King clearly had no reservations left; this was the full extent of his strength. Although it couldn’t compare with the Three Divine Tribulations, the Second Divine Calamity was nothing in his eyes.

Long Yan’s strength was also formidable, not falling short in the slightest in front of the Qilin King.

"Long Yan, this must be the full extent of your strength as well, right? You still cannot defeat me," the Qilin King said in a deep voice.

Though he wasn’t certain he could defeat Long Yan, he could stand on an Undefeated Land.

"Is that so?"

Long Yan snorted lightly and said, "Qilin King, you have exhausted your tricks. Now, let me show you my true methods."

Six Different Fires rose up, and Dragon Claws formed Mysterious Seals; slowly, a massive furnace appeared in the Void, the powers of the Six Different Fires merging together, their mere breath making hearts tremble.

The Nine Suns Melting Furnace!

In the time it took to breathe, the momentum of the Nine Suns Melting Furnace had climbed to the peak. Long Yan struck, and immediately, the Nine Suns Melting Furnace smashed towards the Qilin King.

Terrifying power surged out from the Nine Suns Melting Furnace, space fractured, and any rebellious will was to be annihilated.

The Nine Suns Melting Furnace had always been Long Yan’s trump card. With his current strength, the might of the Nine Suns Melting Furnace had reached a terrifying point.

As the Nine Suns Melting Furnace suppressed from above, a grave light clearly rose in the Qilin King’s blood-red eyes, a great threat posed by the Nine Suns Melting Furnace.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the Nine Suns Melting Furnace pounded from the sky, a destructive power poured down, and amidst the deafening explosion, all of the Qilin King’s defenses were shattered, the final blow landing on the Qilin King himself.

Scale Armor cracked, flesh flew, and a mournful cry echoed from the mouth of the Qilin King.

As the power of the Nine Suns Melting Furnace dispersed, the Qilin King too reverted to his true form.

At this moment, the Qilin King was in a very sorry state, his complexion ghostly pale to the extreme, fresh blood still flowing from his mouth, his whole presence immensely feeble.

The Qilin King had been severely injured by Long Yan.

Immediately after, Long Yan also shed his dragon form, reverting to his human shape, and stood firm a hundred meters away from the Qilin King, looking indifferently at him.

"The Qilin King has been defeated, the Sect Leader has won!"

"I said the Sect Leader could defeat the Qilin King, the leader is invincible!"

"This is great, with even the Qilin King defeated by the Sect Leader’s hand, there won’t be many left who can threaten the Sect Leader."

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The people of the Zhenyang Sect were all stirred up, looking at Long Yan with trembling eyes.

The outcome of this battle was already clear; the Qilin King had lost.

"It seems like I am going to be surpassed by my own son," mused Long Chengtian internally, yet his face bore a satisfied smile.

"The Palace Lord has been defeated!!"

The faces of the members of the Demon God Emperor Palace turned gloomy. The Qilin King’s defeat at the hands of Long Yan had a significant impact on them.

Huangshan Ancestor and the people of the Supreme Hall also looked somewhat dejected; this time, the Supreme Hall and the Demon God Emperor Palace had joined forces. With the defeat of the Qilin King, they had lost some of their advantage.

"Qilin King, how do you find my strength?" asked Long Yan, standing in the high sky, hands clasped behind his back, without intending to strike further.

If he had wanted to truly suppress the Qilin King, just now there had been a complete opportunity, but he did not do so.

The Qilin King gazed at Long Yan, his eyes flickering. Although he was reluctant to admit it, he had to acknowledge that Long Yan’s strength was indeed formidable, and that it would not be easy for the Three Divine Tribulations to slay Long Yan.

"This King has been defeated!"

After a moment of silence, the Qilin King slowly uttered four words, his expression becoming despondent.

He lost to someone at the peak of the Emperor Realm. Long Yan had truly surpassed him.

"Since that is the case, this second round goes to the Zhenyang Sect."

Long Yan offered a faint smile, then his momentum retracted, and he swooped down from the sky, landing in front of the Zhenyang Sect members.

"Long Yan, your ability has already reached this point, no wonder you could become the Dragon Emperor."

Xia Xueer spoke softly to Long Yan, a smile also on her face.

Long Yan’s ability was too terrifying.

Li Shaobai was truly shocked as well; he was also of the peak Emperor Realm cultivation base, but compared to Long Yan, it was as if one was on the ground, and the other in the heavens.

The Qilin King also swooped down from the high sky and looked towards Huangshan Ancestor.

"I did my best; next, it’s up to you."

He had fought with all his might, but he wasn’t a match for Long Yan, allowing the Zhenyang Sect to pull back a round. Fortunately, they still had a chance.

Huangshan Ancestor nodded slightly, yet his expression was far from relaxed.

Suddenly, Huangshan Ancestor took a step forward, his gaze falling upon Long Yan.

"Long Yan, your strength has already surpassed the Second Divine Calamity, congratulations!"

Huangshan Ancestor said indifferently.

Long Yan responded with a faint smile and then said, "Now, the Zhenyang Sect has won one round and lost one. The upcoming third round will decide the outcome. Huangshan Ancestor, do you intend to take action personally?"

It was best two out of three rounds, and the Zhenyang Sect had won one and lost one. If they lost the third round, they would truly be defeated.

"This matter relates to the Godson, and I have a compelling reason to act. If the Zhenyang Sect is concerned about face, they can hand over the Godson, and we will leave it at that."

Huangshan Ancestor’s words seemed smooth on the surface but also held a bit of a sharp undertone.

"Indeed, you would go all out for the sake of the Supreme Hall’s Young Master, and the Zhenyang Sect would do the same for the sake of face. Since we all agreed to decide the outcome based on strength, let’s speak with our strength."

Long Yan spoke.

Having said that, Long Yan turned to the Red Lotus Saint and spoke, "Senior, please represent the Zhenyang Sect and take action."

At this moment, within the Zhenyang Sect, the only one who had the ability to contend with Huangshan Ancestor was the Red Lotus Saint.

"Do you trust me that much?"

The Red Lotus Saint looked at Long Yan and asked leisurely.

This third round was of great importance. Should they lose, the loss for the Zhenyang Sect would be no small matter.

Handing over this significant round to her was itself a form of trust.

"Trusting the senior is like trusting myself,"

Long Yan replied with a smile.

He was absolutely confident in the Red Lotus Saint’s strength. The person most likely to advance to Demigod status from the Outer Space-Time was no ordinary individual.

Besides, other than the Red Lotus Saint, there was no one else who could face Huangshan Ancestor.

"I will do my best!"

The Red Lotus Saint nodded slightly and calmly uttered four words.

As her words fell, the Red Lotus Saint’s figure dashed out, heading straight into the high sky, her robes fluttering about as if she were a banished immortal from the Nine Heavens.

At the same time, Huangshan Ancestor also positioned himself in the high altitude, standing a hundred meters away from the Red Lotus Saint, looking at her with a rather solemn expression.

This mysterious cultivator who had survived Three Divine Tribulations significantly pressured him.

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