strictlysupreme Chapter 572 Burning Lamp Launches an Attack, Chen Changsheng Confronts the Vice Sect Leader
Chapter 572 Burning Lamp Launches an Attack, Chen Changsheng Confronts the Vice Sect Leader
The gaze of the Primordial Celestial Venerable was icy cold, landing directly on the Old Ancestor Randeng.
Randeng sat on the futon, cursing Yuanshi Tianzun a thousand times in his heart.
He certainly felt that cold gaze.
He was the vice leader of the Chan Sect.
Throughout his long career with the Chan Sect, he has always adhered to the principle of keeping a low profile.
He never takes action lightly; he always lets the younger generation handle things.
He understands life better than anyone else; the nail that sticks out gets hammered down.
Today's situation clearly shows that Chen Changsheng is establishing his authority.
This kid not only possesses a Great Dao-level lightning technique, but he's even pulled out the broken Eastern Emperor Bell.
What's the point of fighting?
The lamp burner is filled with bitterness.
If he goes up there and loses, where will he put his face as the cult leader?
If he wins, he will offend the Tongtian Sect Leader and the Dao Ancestor. How will he survive in the prehistoric world after that?
This is a dead end.
Randeng closed his eyes, pretending not to see the gaze of the Primordial Celestial Venerable.
He was determined not to step forward unless he was named.
But Yuanshi Tianzun clearly had no intention of letting him go.
"Light the lamp."
The voice of the Primordial Celestial Venerable was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of Randeng.
The voice carried an undeniable authority and fury.
Ran Deng froze, knowing he couldn't escape.
He sighed inwardly and reluctantly opened his eyes.
He slowly stood up, his movements as slow as an old man nearing the end of his life.
All eyes in the room instantly focused on Ran Deng.
This is the vice leader of the Chan Sect.
One of the three thousand guests of the mortal world in Zixiao Palace, a true ancient power.
His cultivation at the peak of Quasi-Saint level was unfathomable.
If he were to intervene, the situation would be completely different.
Haotian frowned, feeling somewhat worried.
Ran Deng's seniority is too high, and his strength is too great.
Although Chen Changsheng possesses the Eastern Emperor Bell, he has only recently broken through to the Quasi-Saint level, so he might struggle against Randeng.
The Master of Heaven sneered.
This Yuanshi is truly shameless. He can't defeat the younger ones, and when the older ones can't defeat him, he even brings out the vice-leader.
However, he had confidence in Chen Changsheng.
This kid has a frightening number of trump cards up his sleeve. Ran Deng has no chance of getting the better of him.
The Old Ancestor of Burning Lamp walked step by step into the arena.
He looked at the Antarctic Immortal, who was trapped under the Eastern Emperor Bell, and frowned slightly.
"Guardian deities, show mercy where you can."
"Antarctica has already lost, so why go to such lengths?"
The sound of the lamp being lit was hoarse, carrying a sense of compassion and empathy.
Chen Changsheng looked at the old man and sneered inwardly.
This guy, Ran Deng, is notoriously shameless; now he's pretending to be a good person.
Why didn't you stop the Antarctic Immortal when he was about to kill you?
Chen Changsheng snapped his fingers.
The Eastern Emperor Bell slowly rose and hovered above his head.
The Antarctic Immortal felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and he scrambled back to his seat in the Chan Sect without daring to look back.
Chen Changsheng looked at the lamp and retorted without any politeness.
"What the vice-leader said is interesting."
"He challenged me himself, so who can he blame but himself for being less skilled?"
"What, you, the so-called leader, also want to step in and give me some pointers?"
When Chen Changsheng said this, everyone in the room gasped.
That kid is too arrogant.
They don't even respect the vice leader of the Chan Sect.
Ancestor Burning Lamp's face darkened.
He originally wanted to give Chen Changsheng a way out, and that they could just exchange a few blows and call it a day.
I didn't expect this kid to be so disrespectful, directly challenging me in public.
If he backs down again, the Primordial Celestial Venerable will skin him alive.
Randeng took a deep breath, and the pressure of a peak Quasi-Saint erupted.
The spiritual energy within the entire Lingxiao Palace surged instantly, and an ancient and vicissitudes-filled aura swept across the entire area.
"Since the guardian deity has such an interest, this humble Taoist will accompany you for a few moves."
A flash of light appeared in the hand of the Old Ancestor Burning Lamp, and a hazy gray ruler appeared in his hand.
Qiankun Ruler.
A top-grade innate spiritual treasure, containing the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, possessing boundless power.
He stared at Chen Changsheng, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
We must suppress this brat's arrogance today, otherwise the Chan Sect will never be able to hold its head high in the prehistoric world again.
The war is about to start.
Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the two people in the arena.
The Old Ancestor of Burning Lamp held the Qiankun Ruler, and his body was surrounded by a hazy aura of the universe.
He stood there, like an insurmountable mountain.
The aura of a peak Quasi-Saint was released without reservation, making many immortals and gods present unable to breathe.
Chen Changsheng stood opposite, the broken Eastern Emperor Bell slowly rotating above his head.
He felt no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, he was secretly excited.
Since breaking through to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm, he has not yet encountered an opponent who could force him to use his full strength.
Guang Chengzi is too weak, and the Antarctic Immortal is too useless.
This Old Ancestor of Burning Lamp is barely qualified to be his practice subject.
"Guardian deities, please."
Without wasting any words, the Old Ancestor Burning Lamp directly wielded the Qiankun Ruler.
A gray ruler-like shadow instantly traversed space, carrying a terrifying power that could cleave Yin and Yang, and slashed straight at Chen Changsheng's face.
The ruler-shaped shadow moved with incredible speed, even tearing a black crack in the void.
Haotian clenched his fists, his heart pounding in his throat.
As expected of an ancient great being, Burning Lamp used the Laws of Heaven and Earth with consummate skill.
Chen Changsheng snorted coldly, showing no intention of dodging.
With a thought, the Great Dao Lightning Armor on his body erupted with dazzling lightning.
The Thunder Emperor's Treasure Technique was activated to its fullest extent.
He raised his right hand and punched the ruler-shaped shadow directly.
His fist was wreathed in violent, celestial light, exuding an aura of annihilation.
boom.
The fist and the ruler's shadow collided violently.
A deafening roar erupted.
The violent energy shockwave spread outwards, crashing against the Heavenly Dao Barrier and creating ripples.
Chen Changsheng stood still, motionless.
The ruler-shaped shadow, powerful enough to severely injure an ordinary quasi-saint, was shattered by his punch.
The Old Ancestor of Burning Lamp's pupils suddenly contracted.
He was terrified.
How could this kid's physical body be so strong?
His Qiankun Ruler is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, yet it couldn't even break through this kid's defense.
This is simply illogical.
Chen Changsheng flicked his wrist, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
"Vice Leader, you're not strong enough. Haven't you eaten?"
These words made the Old Ancestor of Burning Lamp's beard tremble with anger.
He, the dignified vice leader of the Chan Sect, was actually mocked by a junior for being weak.
"Arrogant."
The Old Ancestor of Burning Lamp shouted and swung the Qiankun Ruler once more.
This time, he held nothing back.
Countless shadows of rulers rained down on Chen Changsheng.
Each of the ruler-shaped shadows contained the full force of a peak Quasi-Saint, sealing off all of Chen Changsheng's escape routes.
Chen Changsheng looked at the countless shadowy figures in the sky, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
"Good timing."
He formed a hand seal, and the Eastern Emperor Bell above his head emitted a deafening roar.
thump.
As the bell rang, a visible golden sound wave instantly spread out.
The overwhelming shadows of the rulers collided with the golden sound waves, just like ice and snow meeting a raging fire, instantly melting away without a trace.