Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

The last old man in the early stage of Immortal King responded softly with his immortal will, as if responding to fate.

In an instant, his figure turned into a wisp of nothingness and quietly merged into the vast void.

It disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only a faint aura of immortality lingering between heaven and earth.

Before the blink of an eye, the old man broke through the shackles of space and appeared above Ye Chen's head like a ghost, with a cold and sharp scimitar in his hand.

This knife is extraordinary, with a faint blue light flowing on it, just like the eternal ice in the far north.

It exudes a chilling chill that can freeze the souls of all things, making people shudder.

In the old man's eyes, the murderous intent was condensed like substance, without the slightest hesitation.

He shook his wrist, and the scimitar cut through the sky, turning into a bright and sharp sword light, which slashed towards Ye Chen with the force of thunder.

The sword light was as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder. It seemed to be able to tear the sky and earth apart. It carried the power to destroy the world and went straight to Ye Chen's vitals.

The void trembled, and wherever the sword passed, the space was cut apart, leaving behind shocking cracks, demonstrating the horror and determination of this attack.

Ye Chen was at the center of the storm. Facing this blow that was enough to shake the world, his eyes were unusually firm.

It seemed as if they had anticipated all this and were gearing up for this shocking showdown.

Indeed, although Ye Chen is strong, he still finds it difficult to cross the gap between the two realms that lies before him.

Facing the pressure from the Immortal King, if he didn't use the hidden treasure, the balance of victory would have already tilted and his chances of winning would be extremely slim.

Just as everyone was secretly speculating in their hearts that the Fourth Elder was about to succeed and the situation seemed to be settled.

Suddenly, a strange color appeared in the sky, and Xiao Lingtian was like a god of war stepping out of nothingness, and in an instant he was beside Ye Chen.

Its figure is as agile as the wind, ethereal and unpredictable, just like the most cunning shadow in the night, making people dazzled.

He just raised his hand lightly, and his fingertips contained extremely strong energy. A colorful sword light broke through the air, extremely brilliant.

It is like the brightest galaxy in the sky pouring down, and every ray of light contains the power to destroy the world, which makes people feel awe.

This sword light is not only the ultimate interpretation of strength, but also the perfect fusion of beauty and power.

It cut through the sky with unparalleled arrogance, vowing to rewrite the seemingly inevitable outcome of the battle.

As expected, a brilliant colorful sword light cut through the sky.

It was like the most gorgeous rainbow in the early morning light, but it carried a destructive force that could not be underestimated. It easily swallowed up the sharp sword light condensed by the four elders.

The blade light seemed to be just an illusory dream, disappearing into nothingness in an instant without leaving any trace.

Immediately afterwards, this colorful sword light was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, its speed was so fast that it was astonishing.

Instead of diminishing, its might created ripples in the air, heading straight towards the four elders.

The Fourth Elder had just come back to his senses from his shock and wanted to mobilize the spiritual power in his body to build a defense, but it was too late. Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

At this critical moment, the colorful sword light chopped the fourth elder's protective qi with the force of thunder and lightning.

With a deafening roar, the powerful energy was as fragile as paper and collapsed in an instant.

The fourth elder retreated violently, like a kite with a broken string, drawing a shocking blood-red arc in the air.

The blood gushing out of his mouth blossomed into beautiful red flowers in the air.

Then it slowly fell, adding a bit of tragedy and cruelty to this intense battle.

The Fourth Elder's face was as pale as paper, his eyes full of disbelief and despair. It was obvious that this blow had left him seriously injured and severely weakened.

The fourth elder fell heavily to the ground, with a long wound on his body and blood gushing out.

He lay on the ground and immediately lost his ability to fight. The scene was extremely bloody.

This was actually because Xiao Lingtian was holding back. If he had used his full strength, the opponent would have been cut in half on the spot. There would have been no suspense at all.

Everyone present was dumbfounded and shocked when they saw this scene.

That seemingly light attack actually easily defeated the Fourth Elder, whose cultivation had reached the early stage of Immortal King.

This scene, like a sudden thunder in the morning light, completely overturned everyone's cognition.

The clan leader's brows were furrowed, his eyes were deep, as if he could see through all the vanity in the world.

He carefully recalled the confrontation just now. Xiao Lingtian's attack was swift and steady.

Every breath that flows reveals the grandeur and profundity unique to a powerful Immortal King in the late stage.

"No wonder..."

The patriarch thought to himself, and although his voice was soft, it contained an indescribable shock.

These two short words expressed both relief at the Fourth Elder's defeat and sincere admiration for Xiao Lingtian's amazing strength.

At this moment, he stared at Xiao Lingtian. In his eyes, which had experienced many vicissitudes of life but were still sharp, there was both vigilance and a solemnity that was difficult to conceal.

Xiao Lingtian's existence is like a peerless sword that is sharp even before it is unsheathed, forcing people to face up to its power and feel awe.

There is an indescribable tension in the air, waiting for the next changes.

Xiao Lingtian, on the other hand, was like a fairy who had transcended the earthly world. He stood there quietly, surrounded by an otherworldly aura that made people dare not approach him easily.

“I didn’t expect you to be so powerful, but do you think this can stop us from taking revenge?

Our Shura clan has been sealed here for countless years and has suffered untold hardships.

Our hatred is deep in our bones and we cannot give it up easily."

The patriarch's voice was deep and powerful, like a roar from hell.

Ye Chen looked at the patriarch, his eyes revealing a hint of determination.

"Your hatred will only bring you into endless suffering.

If you continue to be stubborn, you will end up in destruction.

Joining the Heavenly Dao and fighting against the demons is your only way out."

The clan leader sneered.

"Huh, the demon clan? We, the Shura clan, also have an irreconcilable feud with the demon clan.

We will not cooperate with any forces, we only believe in our own strength"

Ye Chen shook his head.

“You are wrong, the power of the demons is far beyond your imagination.

If you don't cooperate with us, you will eventually be devoured by the demons.

Only by uniting together can we fight against the threat of the demons."

The patriarch was silent for a moment, as if thinking about Ye Chen's words.

But soon, a hint of determination appeared in his eyes.

"We, the Shura clan, will not yield to anyone. We will use our own strength to break the seal and avenge ourselves."

Ye Chen sighed.

“Since you are so stubborn, don’t blame us for being rude.

We will stop you from seeking revenge and make you understand that hatred will only bring destruction."

At this time, the patriarch had a stern expression on his face, and without any hesitation, he spoke directly to an old man beside him.

"Great Elder, this person is at the same level as you, take him down!"

When the Great Elder received the heavy order from the clan leader, a look of determination suddenly appeared in his eyes. It was a determination for the mission and a lack of regret for his own beliefs.

He knew very well that this mission was extraordinary and full of thorns.

But as the supreme leader of the Shura clan - the great elder, it is his unshirkable responsibility and honor to protect the clan and carry out the destiny.

Without any hesitation or retreat, the Great Elder groaned softly and slowly drew out a crescent-shaped scimitar with a cold glow from his sleeve.

The entire blade is covered with a deep obsidian luster, and is engraved with ancient and mysterious runes.

Each line carries the glory of past heroes and the vicissitudes of time, quietly telling unknown legends.

As the will of the Great Elder surged, a tremendous pressure from the late stage of the Immortal King suddenly erupted, surging like a raging wave, sweeping in all directions.

Wherever he passed, the space trembled, showing his unfathomable cultivation and supreme majesty.