Skills were the key to victory.

Just having immense strength did not necessarily mean victory.

Of course, this was also in a situation where the two of them were of similar strength. If the difference in strength was too great, it would be a victory with their strength locked on.

Yang Chen underestimated Long Chen too much, and overestimated his ability to live. In the past, when Long Chen helped him remove the Ghost G.o.d Gu, he did not release the power of Ling Xi's sword, but now, he used all of his strength, and instantly made the opponent collapse.

In reality, all of this was within Long Chen's expectations.

When Long Chen was high above, yet he knelt down and howled miserably, this huge change happened. The entire War G.o.d Palace, was instantly bustling with noise and excitement.

"The power of Eighteen War G.o.d's possession was so easily broken?"

Everyone was talking about it, Wenren Jingtao and the others were also confused, and he asked: "The Little Martial G.o.d has always ruled over everyone with his immortal body, and no one has ever broken through his immortal body, but now, he is in such pain, could it be that Long Chen's sword, has the ability to kill him?"

"Palace Head Han Wu and the rest are so arrogant and despotic, even the Little Martial G.o.d is powerful, he even used the Eighteen Martial G.o.ds' possession, but who would have thought, we have an even more powerful Long Chen here!"

"Don't be happy too early. The victor hasn't been decided yet."

This extremely important change had thrown Ye Futu's side into chaos.

Palace Head Han Wu's expression turned extremely ugly and became incomparably cold. He stood beside Ye Futu and asked while trembling, "Master Master, it seems like that sword can break through the immortal's body?"

Ye Futu's eyes were equally shocked, and he said softly: "I can tell, it's a mysterious sword. It's rare in this world, to be able to harm a primordial spirit. The reason why this sword can kill savage beasts is because of this ability. It is simply Yang Chen's natural enemy! "

When these words came out, the Palace Head Han Wu was shocked.

He forced himself to calm down and felt fear for the youth in the sky. However, when he thought of something, he finally laughed and said: "Fortunately, Yang Chen is already a Saint Martial Emperor Lord.

Since Ye Futu had discovered the Ling Xi Sword, Ye Futu would not allow it to continue to appear in his hands.

Of course, this was not the time to stop it.

After a while, Yang Chen struggled to stand up.

On his body, less than half of the strength of the Eighteen Martial G.o.ds had been lost!

As his strength faded and his primordial spirit was wounded, he gradually regained consciousness.

Yang Chen forced himself to tell himself.

"Only you will die, I won't!"

Long Chen immediately reacted, using Blood Drop Rebirth to move out of the way.

"Your speed is even slower now."

After appearing behind Yang Chen, Long Chen coldly said.

Yang Chen turned his head in shock. Long Chen used the G.o.d Slaying Sword to dodge and at the same time, used his right hand to strike forward. Ling Xi's sword was right in front of him and pierced into his lower abdomen.

Yang Chen howled miserably.

Long Chen's leg flew up, and smashed violently into the opponent's head, causing Yang Chen's skull to explode. His entire body rolled a few times in the air before finally cras.h.i.+ng into the ground.

Everyone was silent as they watched this scene.

They'd long since been shocked in their hearts.

Seeing Yang Chen's miserable state, everyone gasped.

It was for Long Chen's coldness and decisiveness.

At this point, the outcome of the battle had clearly been decided.

With his calmness and decisiveness, coupled with the fact that he almost matched up against Yang Chen after using the Eighteen War G.o.d's Possession and the mysterious Ling Xi Sword, he managed to win by coincidence, and defeated Yang Chen!

This directly proved that Long Chen was strong. Not only was his technique strong and his heart calm, his foundation was also far above his opponent. Especially in terms of his physical body, he seemed more like a rare peerless beast.

Feng Zhiling was filled with emotion.

"Maybe the feeling of helplessness Yang Chen feels right now is the feeling he had when he was facing Yang Chen."

She once again saw that when Yang Chen stood up, his skull had quickly recovered, but the stabbing of his primordial spirit was even more severe.

He was just a person who was immersed in fantasy, unable to extricate himself.

Long Chen walked in front of him step by step, and his sword pointed at the center of his brows as he said coldly: "Yang Chen, can you not use such a ridiculous posture? There is nothing between you and me, and even if I kill you now, it would be even more beneficial for me. It might even be my turn to be the Holy Martial Emperor Lord, but I don't want to kill you. Furthermore, you are not immortal. There is no one who is truly immortal. You are just a small exception. "

"I don't believe it!" Yang Chen screamed in pain.

Yang Chen knelt on the ground, powerless on all fours. At this moment, the energy of the Eighteen Martial G.o.ds was exhausted.

With his current comprehension of the Heavenly Dao, he was just barely able to execute Eighteen War G.o.d's Possession.

Otherwise, it would not have faded so quickly.

It could be said that, leaving the Immortal body behind, Yang Chen was nothing.

It was this immortal body that had become a hindrance that he couldn't become stronger.

"If you want to live, just say so. I'll let go."

A sword pierced through the head.

Seeing this b.l.o.o.d.y scene, everyone trembled in fear.

"Master!" The Palace Head Han Wu was shocked, if this continued, the Little Martial G.o.d would definitely die.

Ye Futu clenched his teeth, and did not make a move for the time being.

In any case, he definitely wouldn't allow Little Martial G.o.d to die.

The only person who could force Ye Futu to such an extent was Long Chen.

"To live for yourself, or for others. To die for a lie, it's up to you. "To be honest, you and I are neither family nor friends, and I even look down on you, but I feel sympathy for your plight. Perhaps you are having a different experience from me, but I want to send you a message: a person should live for the sake of someone who truly loves them."

These words, under the destructive power of Ling Xi's sword, came into his mind as Yang Chen was feeling extreme pain.

Yang Chen's eyes were wide opened as he twitched all over, tears flowed down his face, he was pale and almost suffocated. He looked at the world in a daze, the pain in his primordial spirit and in Long Chen's merciless words caused him to collapse time and time again.

He wanted to just let it go like this.

But, thinking of the person who truly loved him …

People should live on for the sake of those who truly love them!

Living, was better than everything.

These words were like a bomb that exploded in Yang Chen's mind again and again.

Before his true death arrived, he suddenly realized how much he did not want to die.

In that moment, he decisively grabbed onto the blade of Ling Xi's sword and pulled it out, pulling his head out. He did not care about the blood in his body, regardless of the pain in his head, he struggled to stand up, and started to wail.

And at this time, only Long Chen was standing in front of him.

For everyone, the simplest task was so difficult for him.

He hysterically vented his emotions and destroyed everything around him. When he turned around, he saw Long Chen's smiling face.

Long Chen didn't know what kind of mentality he had.

But then he didn't choose to do it.

Yang Chen was not a bad person to begin with, so Long Chen left him with a way out. Of course, he fought for it in the end, and if he did not choose to live, Long Chen could only send him to his death.

This choice, Long Chen did not regret at all.

He had killed too many people, and the chance to save a person had made him feel much more open-minded and confident.

Their four eyes met, and Long Chen saw his grat.i.tude from his trembling eyes.

"I've lost!" Yang Chen said loudly and decisively.

He did not look in Ye Futu's direction, but instead walked in a circle.

In an incomparably miserable state, he said with a burning heart, "From the beginning to the end, I have never won. I only lived in my own fantasies."

"In the first round, because of the bribery and the incitement in people's hearts, I took advantage of everything. In the second round, my performance was the worst, but I received quite a high score. In the third round, I lost miserably without cheating. This kind of me, what qualifications do I have to become the Saint Martial Emperor Lord! "

As he said this, everyone started to clamor.

"This guy, his brain is broken. I'll go catch him."

The Palace Head Han Wu faltered, then announced: "This year's selection for the Sacred Martial Emperor Lords is over. Even though Long Chen won the final battle, since his score is still not as high as Yang Chen's, the Sacred Martial Emperor Lord is still the Little Martial G.o.d Yang Chen. Let us cheer, Yang Chen, hurry up and come over here."

The Palace Head Han Wu threatened.

"No!" Yang Chen rejected decisively.

This was the first time in his life that he had used such a resolute tone to speak to Ye Futu and the others like this.

Yang Chen resolutely said in a loud voice: "I do not have the qualifications to be a Saint Martial Emperor Lord, not to be the leader of the True Martial Imperial Palace s, I only want my freedom, and I hope everyone can grant me that wish. I want to leave the True Martial Imperial Palace, forever leave this place, and I will never return.