Chapter 727

Li Chen's voice was calm, but carried supreme majesty.

Following the voice, the point of light on his fingertip erupted suddenly, turning into a seven-colored sword gang that spanned the world!

This sword gang was not very huge, but the sharpness and destruction contained within it made all the Sage Realm experts present feel terrified!

Not to mention those below the Sage Realm, who had already been shaken to the ground by the pressure!

The seven-colored sword gang and the dark red light ball collided together without any fancy moves!

There was no earth-shattering explosion as imagined, only a strange sound that made one's teeth ache, as if all things were being wiped out.

The violent destructive energy of the dark red light ball, the moment it touched the seven-colored sword gang, was like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, being dissolved and decomposed layer by layer by the flowing glow!

The sword gang broke through the light ball straight, splitting it in two from the middle!

The energy of the split light ball lost control and exploded to both sides, directly leveling several side halls on the edge of the courtyard, but the core destructive power had been thoroughly broken by the sword gang.

The sword gang did not reduce its momentum, carrying an indomitable decisiveness, and stabbed straight at Romanov's brow!

Romanov's pupils shrank, and his face finally revealed a look of horror.

He did not expect that his full-strength strike would be so unbearable in the face of the formation's weakening and Li Chen's strange sword!

He roared, shrinking the giant bear phantom and condensing it in front of him, forming a thick dark golden shield, while his hands formed seals, setting up layers upon layers of defensive light shields.

"Puchi!"

The moment the seven-colored sword gang touched them, those defensive light shields shattered one after another like paper.

Immediately after, the sword gang stabbed fiercely on the dark golden shield!

"Crack! Boom!"

The stalemate lasted only for an instant, and the shield was covered with cracks, finally exploding with a bang!

Romanov was hit hard, spat out a mouthful of blood, his figure flew backward, and he hit a huge imperial mausoleum stone tablet behind him fiercely, cracking the incomparably hard stone tablet.

The ancient giant bear phantom behind him let out an unwilling wail, becoming dim and almost collapsing.

Li Chen stood in the eye of the formation, the seven-colored glow around his body slowly converging, his gaze looking coldly at the withered Romanov.

The five Sages joined forces to set up the formation, plus his own absolute strength, had already determined the outcome.

This meticulously planned encirclement and killing had reached the time for the ending.

Watching his ancestor Romanov, who was almost invincible in his mind, be seriously injured and defeated under Li Chen's heaven-shaking sword, his aura quickly withered like a candle in the wind, Ivan only felt his eyes go black, his chest hurt violently, and he spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.

He struggled to stand up, his face no longer having half the majesty of an emperor, only desperate begging left, his voice hoarse as he shouted: "Li Chen! No, Tian Ce Your Majesty! Stop! Let's talk! We admit defeat! Daluo's mountains and rivers, wealth, power, whatever you want we can give you! Just ask you to spare our lives!"

Li Chen heard this, the corners of his mouth hooked into an indifferent arc, and there was no temperature in that smile, only the calmness of looking down on ants. "Spare your lives?"

He shook his head lightly, his tone carrying a hint of imperceptible mockery: "If I kill you, won't all this be mine anyway? And, cleaner, more thorough."

At this critical node that determined the fate of the empire, Li Chen's mind was like ten-thousand-year cold iron, without the slightest wavering.

He had come all the way, stepping on the corpses of countless enemies to ascend the throne, and he didn't know how many experts and heroes had died at his hands.

He had always planned before acting, striving to cut the weeds and dig up the roots, and absolutely would not allow core figures of the previous dynasty with special identities and huge influence like Romanov and Ivan to survive in the world. That would be no different from burying two thunderbolts that didn't know when they would explode beside his bed.

Any kindness at this time was irresponsible to his own hegemony and the future of Tian Ce.

Master Wanfeng and the other Sages on the side had no emotional fluctuations; they knew Li Chen was such a person.