Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor-Chapter 1141 - 1138: Showdown with the Saint!

Looking at the lofty Saint, the corner of Li Chen’s mouth suddenly curled into a disdainful sneer.

"As expected, just a remnant of the Light Clan, and you dare to arrogantly call yourself a Saint?"

Upon hearing the words "Light Clan," the Saint’s heart skipped a beat with shock.

His clan was indeed the Light Clan, which was his greatest secret, never revealed to anyone.

But how did this outsider from the East know about it?

"Rascal from the East, you’ve offended the sanctity, according to the law, you should be executed. Now I sentence you to fall into hell, never to reincarnate for eternity!"

At this moment, another Red Robed Great Mage, who was in charge of punishment, held a judgment token and declared the sentence in a dignified voice.

As he finished speaking, he waved his hand to the guards on both sides, signaling them to step forward and capture Li Chen.

In an instant, a squad of warriors with wings on their backs, holding shields and holy swords, surrounded Li Chen.

"Capture him!"

With the Great Mage’s command, the warriors began to move forward, ready to seize Li Chen.

"Hmph, a bunch of ants not knowing their own death!"

Li Chen snorted disdainfully and waved his sleeve, stirring up gusts of Gang wind that swept towards the Angel Clan warriors.

Immediately, these elite warriors, picked from thousands, were blown apart like vulnerable sheets of paper by the Gang wind.

Witnessing this scene, everyone’s expression turned to shock again.

The Red Robed Great Mage was about to take action, but was stopped by the Saint.

"Kalan, stand down. You are not his match; leave it to me!"

The Red Robed Great Mage named Kalan glanced at the Saint and then bowed his head obediently.

"Immortal Master Li, I know you possess great divine power, but you shouldn’t have come here!"

The Saint, carrying an overwhelming aura, held the Judgment Staff as if he could decide life and death with a word, an invincible Heavenly God.

Li Chen smiled calmly and replied, "Whether I should or shouldn’t, I am here now. Now, either hand over Yu Emperor’s Treasure Cauldron obediently or wait for me to kill you!"

When Li Chen spoke these words, his tone was very calm, as if engaging in ordinary conversation.

But the arrogance in his words exuded a domineering aura that looked down upon the world.

Even the Saint’s face darkened immediately, with flames of anger surging above.

"Very well, today this Saint shall see how you plan to kill me?"

Before the words filled with murderous intent had even ended, the Saint’s Judgment Staff was suddenly raised high.

"Frost Roar!"

An Ice Dragon shot out from the staff, instantly freezing the surrounding void.

In the blink of an eye, Li Chen’s entire body was entwined by the sudden Ice Dragon, instantly frozen into an ice sculpture, lifelike.

Seeing this scene, everyone present was first stunned.

Soon after, a tsunami of cheers erupted.

"Long live the Saint, long live the Saint!"

"Great Saint, you are the supreme god, the ruler of this world!"

...

In an instant, many people devoutly knelt down, chanting and cheering for the Saint.

Aslan looked at Li Chen’s ice sculpture with a sneer in his heart.

"Hmph, truly a guy who doesn’t know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is. Daring to challenge the Saint just because you have some divine powers, if you don’t die, who will?"

Livia’s body also trembled slightly, her sapphire-like pupils flashing with astonished light.

The crowd cheered, but as the person involved, the Saint showed not the slightest joy of victory on his face.

Instead, his expression became even more solemn. His azure eyes fixedly staring at the ice sculpture.

If Immortal Master Li were so easy to deal with, he couldn’t have troubled the Ancient Maya so deeply, nor could he have forced the Feathered Serpent God to flee in embarrassment or killed the Red Robed Great Mage Larbru with one sword...

There is something strange about any unusual event!

Sure enough, just as the cheers reached their peak, the ice sculpture imprisoning Li Chen suddenly appeared with cobweb-like mottled cracks.

"Crack!"

The ice sculpture shattered completely, and Li Chen once again soared into the sky.

"Swish!"

The Seven-star Dragon Abyss slashed backhandedly, like lightning cutting through the sky, leaving a dazzling arc in the void, extending towards the Saint.

"Holy Light Shield!"

The Saint had been prepared. At the moment the ice sculpture shattered, he summoned a light shield engraved with strange runes, blocking himself.

"Crack!"

With Li Chen’s sword striking the Holy Shield, it burst forth like a white rainbow through the sun, sending thousands of sparks flying.

After this clash, both Li Chen and the Saint retreated explosively almost simultaneously.

Neither side gained the slightest advantage!

With lightning in his eyes, the Saint squinted and praised, "Indeed, Immortal Master Li, a genius unseen for a thousand years; today confirms your reputation. But alas, you are about to fall into hell with Satan, never to reincarnate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before Li Chen could reply, the Saint suddenly changed expression, raising the Judgment Staff high in his hand.

"Judgement·Thunder Punishment!"

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the Saint’s chant, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, gathering into a sphere of lightning high in the air.

Initially, the lightning ball was only the size of a fist, but as it grew against the wind, it absorbed the thunder elements in the void rapidly. In a blink of an eye, it became as large as a giant cobweb, with lightning enveloping the entire world, like doomsday.

Seeing this, Li Chen was slightly startled.

The Thunder Punishment chanted by the Saint bore similarities to Jiuzhou Cultivation Techniques’ Sword Control Thunder Technique. Although their methods of summoning lightning differed, their essence was wonderfully analogous.

Very well, let the world see which is superior, Eastern or Western magic?

Having made up his mind, Li Chen wasted no time, raising his sword to the sky.

The sword tip glimmered with cold light, pointing at the vast firmament from afar.

"Sword, Control, Thunder, Technique!"

As the five words were spoken, the lightning gathered like purple pythons towards the sword tip of the Seven-star Dragon Abyss.

In no time, the entire realm was shrouded in dark clouds and lightning.

All present were as silent as cicadas in winter, their eyes filled with incredulity as they witnessed this unbelievable scene.

Under the watchful gaze of everyone, Li Chen and the Saint simultaneously took action.

The two thunderous attacks clashed like cumulonimbus clouds carrying positive and negative ions in the troposphere.

"Boom!"

An indescribable great noise erupted, as if a massive hole had been blown in the sky.

In a flash, the intense lightning blinded many spectators.

"Who won?"

After a long silence, someone finally asked with a trembling voice.

When the lightning in the sky dissipated, they all were surprised to discover.

This battle still had no winner!

The great Saint and that Devil from the East were both suspended in the void, staring at each other across the space.

Both of their expressions were unprecedentedly grave, demonstrating that in the battle of life and death just now, neither had gained the slightest advantage...