Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor-Chapter 1143 - 1140: Withered Wood Curse

When he saw the Saint transform into a drill of impact, tearing through the void, Li Chen knew in his heart.

The final showdown had arrived!

In response, Li Chen did not evade but instead conjured a defensive barrier, placing it before himself.

"Bang!"

The Saint’s drill of impact crashed fiercely into the defensive barrier.

In just a single encounter, Li Chen’s defense was completely torn apart.

Li Chen felt a severe pain in his chest, spitting out fresh blood, his form flipping into the turbulent flow.

Seeing his success, the Saint grew more complacent. Immediately, like a relentless pest, he pursued tirelessly, seemingly wanting to crush Li Chen once and for all.

Li Chen pretended to be exhausted, intentionally retreating step by step.

From a distance, he seemed like a lone boat navigating through the chaotic flows of time and space, seemingly on the verge of being swallowed by the swirling storm at any moment.

The Saint had absolute confidence in his trump card. Unaware of the ruse, he charged forward almost maniacally under Li Chen’s provocation.

By the time he realized, it was already too late!

Li Chen lured the Saint into his own space and began his counter-attack.

With thoughts racing, Li Chen reached into the void, grasping the Seven-star Dragon Abyss, its flaming and electrified tip flashing cold light, directly piercing toward the Saint.

Now it was Li Chen’s main battleground, the surrounding space completely sealed off.

The Saint had nowhere left to retreat, forced to brace himself for battle!

"Holy Light Shield!"

With the Saint’s chant, a radiant light shield engraved with an angel’s image appeared, standing before him.

However, to his surprise, Li Chen did not attack from the front. Instead, with an incredible shift midair, he bypassed the Saint’s Holy Light Shield from an unbelievable angle, launching an attack from behind.

Caught off guard, the Saint couldn’t defend himself!

The Sword Shadow pierced through him like a white rainbow crossing the sun.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered like a crimson rose blooming in the air.

The Saint’s pupils widened in shock, filled with disbelief.

He never would have imagined that he, who seemed poised for victory, would be overturned by Li Chen’s counter-attack, completely reversing the situation.

"Saint, it’s all over!"

At this moment, the Saint snapped out of his shock.

With a sorrowful gaze, he bitterly smiled and said, "Now I finally understand why the Ancient Maya resorted to this scheme to kill with a borrowed knife! You, Immortal Master Li, truly are an extraordinary monstrosity; falling to you is no disgrace!"

Li Chen glanced at the sorrowful Saint and said calmly, "Thanks for letting me win!"

The Saint gave another mournful smile, saying, "Immortal Master Li, weren’t you after the Yu Emperor’s Treasure Cauldron? Here you go!"

As he spoke, his spacious robe suddenly shook, and a Yu Emperor’s Treasure Cauldron the size of an inkstone slowly flew out.

"Yu Emperor’s Treasure Cauldron?"

Seeing this eighth Yu Emperor’s Treasure Cauldron, Li Chen’s heart was filled with joy, and his attention was drawn to it.

But just then:

The six white wings behind the Saint suddenly began to blacken rapidly, as if soaked in ink.

"Withered Wood Curse!"

The Saint’s final chant soon became a mere echo.

His entire person withered rapidly like a decaying withered tree, transforming into a black mist, sweeping towards Li Chen.

Seeing the Saint turn into a curse, his heart was filled with immense shock.

He wanted to retreat swiftly, trying to escape the cursed black mist.

Unfortunately, it was too late!

The black mist seeped in through every pore, infiltrating Li Chen’s body in the blink of an eye.

"Pfft!"

Li Chen felt a bout of dizziness, like being devoured by thousands of insects, and spewed a mouthful of black blood.

At the same time, his body, resembling a plant blooming in the spring breeze, suddenly showing signs of withering under frostbite.

Fortunately, the Meteorite Heart within him operated in time, suppressing the black mist tightly.

However, it only managed to suppress it, not eradicate it.

Any carelessness, and the cursed black mist would rebound like a flood breaking a dam.

At that time, even if he didn’t perish completely, his physical form would be destroyed.

"What? The Saint died?"

When the Angel Clan saw their omnipotent great Saint fall at the hands of an outsider, they were filled with immense shock and disbelief.

As for Aslan and others, they were like weathered sculptures, too stunned to speak.

Only Livia had starry-eyed admiration, like a devout believer seeing her deity.

"This devil has been cursed by the Saint, he’s at his last gasp, he won’t hold on for long. Let’s all attack, avenge the Saint!"

Holy Son Adam was the first to recover, shouting at the surrounding Red Robed Great Mages.

In an instant, seven Red Robed Great Mages exchanged a look and advanced together, intending to capture and kill Li Chen to avenge the Saint.

The first to attack was the Chief Mage Kalan, the most devout follower of the Saint!

Kalan chanted a light magic spell, blasting it towards Li Chen.

Li Chen clutched his chest, forcibly suppressing the Saint’s black mist curse, while his other hand reached into the void, gleaming like gold, crackling with lightning.

Immediately, he clenched his five fingers tightly, and a Thunderbolt Fist, as unstoppable as a thunderstorm, surged forward swiftly.

Kalan’s attack was shattered on the spot, and he staggered backward, barely maintaining his balance, almost falling to the ground.

However, Li Chen’s condition was not much better.

After launching that punch, he felt a sweetness in his throat, and large amounts of black blood gushed out.

The Saint had used his life to chant and condense the Withered Wood Curse, like a lurking poisonous snake ready to strike, lying dormant within Li Chen.

Whenever he used his True Yuan, the suppression within him would loosen. That snake would sense the opportunity to move restlessly.

Seeing the eighth Yu Emperor’s Treasure Cauldron already in hand, Li Chen didn’t hesitate. After repelling Chief Mage Kalan, he soared into the air, transforming into a radiant shadow, instantly slashing the void, fleeing towards the Milan Plateau.

"Chase him; don’t let this devil escape!"

Holy Son Adam, seeing Li Chen attempting to flee, shouted urgently.

Now that the Saint was gone, Adam was the new master of the Angel Clan.

Upon hearing his order, the seven Red Robed Great Mages and the Feathered Serpent God pursued Li Chen like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showcasing their divine powers.

After Holy Son Adam and the Red Robed Great Mages disappeared into the vast void, the Angel Clan still hadn’t come to their senses.

They stood, dazed, like the living dead, staring blankly at it all.

The Saint had been their almighty god, their spiritual totem, and pillar of belief.

But now, their almighty god had been slain.

Moreover, he’d fallen at the hands of those they considered inferior outsiders.

This had instantly shattered their spiritual totem, their pillar of belief.

After a while, they let out mad wails to the sky, weeping and lamenting endlessly.

But there was an exception!

She was Livia!

Livia raised her head again, confirming that Li Chen was heading toward the Milan Plateau, and then left the Holy City alone...