Chapter 1583: Chapter 585: Should I Call You Luo Hai, or Demon King Qingyang?

“Are you Luo Hai?”

The green-robed elder asked the question without waiting for Luo Chen to answer, but instead pointed at the giant mountain beneath him.

“Go!”

The giant mountain surged again, with the pressure of Taishan bearing down!

Luo Chen grinned viciously, tossing Qian Ting’s head into the sea.

With his wings trembling, his whole body shot towards the giant mountain like an arrow released from its bow.

His momentum blazed, and indeed, terrifying green flames enveloped him.

Man and mountain drew closer and closer.

At the moment of impact, Luo Chen pushed forward with both hands, facing the giant mountain’s magic item head-on.

“Move for me!”

Divine Power surged, erupting with a might comparable to that of an Ancient Desolate Beast.

After a brief stalemate, Luo Chen’s veins popped and blood covered him, as he somehow managed to flip the giant mountain over.

The green-robed elder’s brow twitched in shock at this sight.

With a beckoning gesture, the majestic giant mountain transformed into a small seal and fell into his hand.

Looking at the young man who shrunk in size, standing atop the Grey Furnace, panting heavily, he spoke again: “Are you Luo Hai?”

The same words, but spoken with a different tone twice, signifying his affirmation of Luo Chen’s identity.

Luo Chen, bare-skinned and not wearing a thread, raised his head, his eyes eerie.

“The Master of Hundred Craft Mountain, right?”

“You also want to keep me here?”

Just as the Master of Hundred Craft Mountain was about to speak, meeting Luo Chen’s gaze, he experienced a momentary trance.

During that trance, he seemed to witness how he inherited the family business, how he went out to sea to seek treasures, found an Immortal Mountain, and refined it into a magic item, nurturing it day by day to Ascendant Grade level.

“No, that’s not right!”

It was only a fleeting moment, but he came back to his senses.

When his mind cleared, he felt a foul wind in his face!

In the sky, Fighting Birds dove down.

On the ground, Flood Dragons emerged from the sea.

A bird and a dragon, both fierce and fearless, launched an attack.

The Master of Hundred Craft Mountain, undaunted by the danger, drew a circle with both hands and pushed outwards.

A layer of earthy yellow light curtain slowly spread out.

But at that moment, he heard a voice in his ear.

“Mirror Flower, Water Moon, activate again!”

The strange sensation of trance descended upon him once more.

Even though this time he didn’t look directly into the opponent’s eyes, he still fell into confusion.

“It’s an illusion technique, as well as a Divine Soul Attack Technique!”

Angered, he regained his clarity even quicker.

But even so, in a high-level contest, life and death can be decided in an instant.

The Flood Dragon and Fighting Bird were already upon him.

In haste, his defensive move could no longer be deployed smoothly, and he could only use his Natal Magic Item to fend off the attack.

The miniature mountain unfolded, enveloping him.

Boom!

The combined force of two Third-Order Demon Kings, with the purest physical strength, struck the mountain.

Just one hit sent the small mountain flying away.

Its speed was so fast that in a blink, it turned into a shooting star, vanishing from sight.

With the temporary resolution of this enemy, Luo Chen standing on the Primordial Chaos Tripod finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Tian Xuan flew up to him, looking at Luo Chen with concern.

All over his body, there were numerous large and small wounds, some so deep they revealed bone, and even his internal organs were faintly exposed.

Moreover, his right hand had become a ghastly sight of bare bone, as if scraped by a knife.

Finally!

When Tian Xuan gazed upon Luo Chen’s face, she saw two streams of blood tears flowing endlessly from his tightly closed eyes.

“Master, you…”

Luo Chen raised his hand with difficulty, stopping her unnecessary words.

Indeed, against a Great Cultivator four minor levels higher, the Mirror Flower, Water Moon illusion, while effective, carried too a great backlash.

At this moment, his Divine Soul was in turmoil, and his mind in utter chaos.

Luckily, he had finally dealt with this group of pursuers.

The Black King patrolled the sea for a brief moment, bringing back all the spoils of war.

A black light flew next to Luo Chen, which was the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

Luo Chen took out a white robe from his Storage Bag, draped it over himself, packed up the Primordial Chaos Tripod, and shouldered the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

It’s not safe to linger here, time to go.

However, sometimes things don’t go as one wishes.

A faint laugh traveled through the air.

“Friend, are you the Independent Cultivator Luo Hai, or are you Demon Monarch Qingyang?”

Luo Chen’s face changed, looking weakly at a small boat not far away.

Just how weakened had he become, that he hadn’t even noticed someone’s approach?

But that’s not right!

Why hadn’t Han Zhan warned him?

Tian Xuan and the Black King had already positioned themselves in front of Luo Chen, looking at the sinister man standing on the small boat, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Clad in a red garment, as red as blood or plum blossoms.

It was He Yuan!

Luo Chen hoarsely said, “Come back!”

The two demons looked at each other, then moved back behind Luo Chen, allowing him to face He Yuan directly.

“He Yuan, we are not acquainted, how did you discover my identity?”

He Yuan stood on the solitary boat, smiling, “You don’t need to worry about that.”

“Actually, Qingyang, you should thank me. If it weren’t for me, by now you’d still be facing countless enemies hoping to profit from fishermen’s gains.”

“If you don’t believe me, why not release your Divine Consciousness and sense for yourself?”