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Chapter 727 Even if I kill you all, won't all of this still belong to me? (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
Li Chen's voice was calm, yet carried an unparalleled air of authority.

As he spoke, the light at his fingertips suddenly burst forth, transforming into a seven-colored sword aura that stretched across the heavens and earth!

The sword aura wasn't particularly large, but the sharpness and destructive intent it contained made all the Saint Realm experts present feel their hearts pound with fear!
Not to mention those below the Saint Realm, who were all forced to prostrate on the ground by the pressure!

The seven-colored sword energy collided with the dark red light sphere in a completely unadorned manner!
There was no earth-shattering explosion as one might expect, only a strange, teeth-grinding sound that seemed to obliterate everything.

The violent, destructive energy of the dark red orb was melted and decomposed layer by layer by the flowing radiance of the seven-colored sword energy the moment it came into contact with the seven-colored sword energy!
The sword energy pierced straight through the sphere of light with unstoppable force, splitting it in two!
The energy of the cleaved sphere of light went out of control and exploded to both sides, leveling several side halls on the edge of the courtyard. However, the core destructive power had been completely destroyed by the sword energy.

The sword energy continued its relentless advance, carrying an unwavering determination, and pierced straight for Romanov's brow!

Romanov's pupils contracted sharply, and a look of horror finally appeared on his face.

He never expected that his all-out attack would be so vulnerable in the face of the weakened formation and Li Chen's strange sword strike!
He roared, shrinking the giant bear phantom and condensing it in front of him to form a thick, dark gold shield. At the same time, he formed hand seals, creating layers of defensive light shields.

"Pfft!"

The moment the seven-colored sword energy touched them, the defensive light shields shattered like paper.

Immediately afterwards, the sword energy pierced fiercely into the dark gold shield!

"Crack! Boom!"

The stalemate lasted only a moment before the shield was covered in cracks, and finally it exploded with a bang!
Romanov was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His body flew backward and crashed hard into a huge imperial tombstone behind him, cracking the incredibly hard stone.

The ancient giant bear phantom behind him let out a mournful cry of resentment, dimmed and almost dissipated.

Li Chen stood at the center of the formation, the seven-colored light around him slowly receding, his gaze coldly fixed on the weakened Romanov.

With the five sages joining forces and his own formidable strength, victory was assured.

This meticulously planned ambush is coming to an end.

Seeing his almost invincible ancestor Romanov severely injured and defeated by Li Chen's earth-shattering sword strike, his aura rapidly fading like a candle in the wind, Ivan felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, a sharp pain in his chest, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.

He struggled to his feet, his face devoid of any imperial majesty, replaced only by desperate pleading. His voice was hoarse as he cried out, "Li Chen! No, Your Majesty Tian Ce! Stop! Let's talk this out! We surrender! The Great Luo's empire, its wealth, its power—we'll give you anything you want! We only beg you to spare our lives!"

Upon hearing this, Li Chen's lips curled into a detached smile, devoid of any warmth, only displaying a calm indifference as if looking down upon ants. "Spare your lives?"

He shook his head slightly, his tone carrying a hint of mockery: "Even if I kill you all, wouldn't all of this still be mine? In fact, it would be cleaner and more thorough."

At this crucial juncture that would determine the fate of the empire, Li Chen's resolve remained as unwavering as ancient iron.

He ascended to the throne by stepping over the corpses of countless enemies, and countless powerful figures and tyrants died at his hands.

He always planned carefully before acting, striving to eliminate any potential threats completely. He would never allow Romanov and Ivan, such key figures from the previous dynasty with their special status and enormous influence, to live in the world. That would be tantamount to planting two time bombs next to his bed that could explode at any moment.

Any act of mercy at this time would be irresponsible towards one's own ambitions and the future of Tian Ce.

The Saint Realm experts beside him, including True Immortal Wanfeng, showed no emotional fluctuation. They knew Li Chen was that kind of person. Following an Emperor like him was the only way to have a future.

If you encounter someone who's obsessed with saving face, then you'll truly suffer.

At this moment, Romanov leaned against the broken stone tablet, his face pale and his breath weak.

Li Chen's sword strike, imbued with the power of an array, not only shattered his defenses, but more terrifyingly, the destructive laws contained within the seven-colored sword aura had already invaded his body, severing all of his major meridians and severely damaging his internal organs.

He now struggles to even muster a sliver of his Yuan energy, completely losing the ability to resist. His cloudy eyes gaze at Li Chen, his heart filled with resentment and bitterness.

He knew that in a fair one-on-one fight, even if Li Chen could win, it would be far from so easy. He was at least 50% confident that he could fight Li Chen to a standstill, and even if he couldn't kill Li Chen, he could make him pay a heavy price.

But reality doesn't allow for "what ifs." Li Chen wouldn't give him any chance at all. From the very beginning of his plan, he aimed for an overwhelming and decisive victory with absolute advantage.

There's no need to waste any more words.

Li Chen pointed his fingers like a knife, and a golden light, as sharp as a tangible blade, emerged from his fingertips, carrying a cold will to decide life and death, and slashed down from the air!

The golden light flashed away.

Romanov's head, with an expression of disbelief, separated from his body and rolled to the ground.

Those eyes, which once looked down upon the world and held imperial power, eventually lost all their luster.

A powerful and ruthless ruler, the founding emperor of the Great Luo Dynasty, has fallen.

"Ancestor!!" Ivan cried out in heart-wrenching grief, but the next moment, his voice came to an abrupt end.

Li Chen didn't even need to lift a finger. He Lanxuan, who was already impatient, swept his giant axe across the ground. A powerful aura swept through, and Ivan and the dozens of royal experts behind him, who had looked desperate, were instantly wiped out, leaving behind a scene of devastation.

The battle seemed to be over, but Master Wanfeng, Celestial Venerable Bichen, and the others did not relax.

Having followed Li Chen for a long time, they deeply understood the importance of "finishing off" and "cleaning up the battlefield," especially when dealing with an old monster of Romanov's caliber. Who knew if he had any secret techniques for survival or a backup plan involving soul parasitism?

"Search! Search thoroughly! Anything that shows signs of life, even a moth, an earthworm, or a wisp of a soul, must not be overlooked!" Bi Chen Tianzun said coldly.

The five Saint Realm experts immediately dispersed, their divine senses like the most precise sieves, scanning every corner of this small cave world again and again.

The powerful divine sense flowed like mercury, leaving no trace of the slightest soul fluctuation or life sign.

After ensuring that no one escaped, they even joined forces to use their supernatural powers to thoroughly purify the remaining blood energy, resentment, and any possible soul imprints in the area, truly achieving absolute safety.

The next step was to sort out the spoils.

(End of this chapter)