Supreme Alchemist-Chapter 2428 - 2418: Through

Long Qingli gently wiped her palm with the handkerchief she carried with her—sure enough, even if she personally acted, dealing with people like this still felt unpleasant.

Thunder Leopard’s body fell heavily to the ground, his terrifying eyes wide open, as if he had seen something horrifying right before his death. All the True Qi had completely drained out of his body, and even the youthful skin that should belong to a young man appeared wrinkled.

Long Qingli glanced at Thunder Leopard’s corpse on the ground with contempt, like she was looking at garbage. Her beautiful gaze showed no trace of emotion, as though she didn’t care about having just taken a living life.

"Next, I should look for Long Yan first."

Thinking about Long Yan, Long Qingli’s face flashed with a sickly blush. She continued running forward, having already kicked Thunder Leopard’s corpse aside.

"Hah."

The Old Madman rose from the ground. His typically muddled eyes showed a rare glint of clarity as the Blood Mist dissipated. Under the moonlight, he could finally make out Long Yan’s face clearly.

"Are you surnamed Long?"

The Old Madman’s words left Long Yan stunned. How did this Old Madman know his surname was Long? Or perhaps, this Old Madman knew someone similar to him?

"How do you know that?"

"Answer me!"

The Old Madman walked up to Long Yan. Before the latter could resist, the Old Madman grabbed his shoulders and shook him frantically.

"Tell me—are you surnamed Long?"

Long Yan’s heart surged with alarm. If the Old Madman had displayed this kind of strength earlier, he could have split Long Yan in two. But the violent shaking made Long Yan unable to utter a word. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

"Long Yan!"

By now, the surrounding Blood Mist had largely dissipated. Long Qingli relied on her memory to track Long Yan down but found that the Old Madman was gripping Long Yan by the shoulders and shaking him endlessly.

In such a dangerous situation, Long Qingli decided to act. Several white arms reached out to grab the Old Madman’s limbs, pulling them fiercely.

Long Yan witnessed Long Qingli’s abilities for the first time. Seeing her in action left him unsettled—what kind of chilling technique was this?

"Oh?"

The Old Madman stopped shaking Long Yan and squinted. His sharp eyesight quickly recognized that these white arms were constructed entirely from the Power of Time.

Bound by the arms, the Old Madman’s body twisted uncomfortably. Yet his hands still clung tightly to Long Yan, ripping apart several of the time-constructed limbs in the process.

Long Yan, astonished, saw the dismembered white arms vanish upon touching the ground—clearly, they were indeed crafted from the Power of Time. Could it be that Long Qingli herself also wielded the Power of Time?

The three individuals remained locked in a tense standoff. Long Yan noticed the flicker of clarity in the Old Madman’s eyes beginning to fade.

"Let him go, Qingli!"

But the stubborn Long Qingli wouldn’t listen. Instead, she misinterpreted Long Yan’s words, thinking he wanted her to flee first.

She could never abandon Long Yan.

With that thought, dozens more ghostly white arms rose from the ground.

Long Yan could swear he had never witnessed such an eerie martial technique before. The methods Long Qingli employed were unmistakably different from those of the Righteous sects—more resembling the techniques of the Evil Cults.

But at this moment, Long Yan couldn’t afford to think about such matters. The Old Madman’s eyes turned completely blood-red, his sanity wavering and descending once more into his earlier frenzy.

"Go!"

The Old Madman gripped Long Yan’s shoulders tightly. Left with no choice, Long Yan stomped his foot on the Lu Xian Sword previously embedded in the Old Madman’s body. Fortunately, the blade had managed to inflict some damage after all.

"Argh!"

The Old Madman let out a miserable scream as the pain forced him to release Long Yan’s shoulders, his last shred of clarity vanishing completely from his blood-red eyes.

Long Yan didn’t regret his actions. If he had waited for the Old Madman’s lucidity to disappear entirely, it was unlikely that he could have escaped being torn in half. Dying such an inexplicable death was a fate Long Yan refused to accept.

Seizing the moment while the Old Madman hadn’t fully reacted, Long Yan gripped the hilt of the Lu Xian Sword embedded in his chest. Though his wrist throbbed with sharp pain, he gritted his teeth tightly and yanked the sword free.

A splash of Blood Mist erupted from the Old Madman’s chest as the Lu Xian Sword produced a trail of blood spray. The Old Madman roared furiously once more.

"Long Yan, run! I can’t hold him anymore!"

Long Qingli shouted loudly. Simultaneously, the pale arms restraining the Old Madman were shredded completely, while the right-hand Greatsword was swung in a massive overhead arc aimed directly at Long Yan.

Long Yan dodged with a quick sidestep, but the impact of the Greatsword against the ground sent a shockwave that hurled him into the air. Fortunately, aside from some scratches to his back, he was in one piece. However, Long Yan couldn’t even begin to fathom how he and Long Qingli would handle the Old Madman.

"Die!"

Uttering a single word, the Old Madman’s figure appeared behind Long Yan. Both of the Greatswords were raised high, poised to cleave Long Yan in two.

"Time Binding!"

Long Qingli cried out. Beneath the Old Madman’s feet, a strange symbol began to expand rapidly. Despite his formidable strength, he found himself momentarily unable to break free, frozen in the act of swinging down the swords. The scene carried an unintentionally comical air.

But Long Yan had no time to laugh at the Old Madman. He pushed off the ground with force and slid away to safety.

"Hah—thanks!"

Long Yan reached Long Qingli’s side, noticing that restraining the Old Madman had expended a significant amount of her energy. Within just a few breaths, Long Qingli looked dizzy and on the verge of collapsing.

"It seems the Old Madman has lost all sanity. While his killing intent has increased dramatically, the tide of battle is in our favor. I’ll keep him occupied; you assist me."

Without waiting for Long Qingli’s response, Long Yan pulled out the Magic Gun.

"Qilin Blood Demon Transformation!"

Long Yan hadn’t used this technique in a long time. As the Power surged into his body, he felt a renewed sense of confidence. Leaving behind trails of Blood Shadows in the air, Long Yan charged toward the Old Madman.

"I can’t hold him any longer!"

Meanwhile, cracks appeared in the symbol under the Old Madman’s feet, quickly shattering entirely. At the same time, Long Yan managed to reach the Old Madman’s side.

With the Magic Gun in his hand, Long Yan thrust it fiercely toward the Old Madman’s ribs. Yet as the blood-red-eyed Old Madman raised both Greatswords, it became clear that Long Yan’s attack would succeed—but he would also be cleaved in half.

And then, a startling scene unfolded. Long Yan suddenly stopped mid-charge, releasing the Magic Gun. Even the Old Madman, with his blood-red gaze, looked shocked.

Then, the Magic Gun, propelled by immense force, pierced into the Old Madman’s body and flew out the other side!

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