Top-Class Comprehension: Start with Basic Fist Techniques

Chapter 1476: Chapter 427: He’s Here—Immortal Venerable Longevity Descends on the Battlefield!

"So it was Immortal Venerable Longevity who made a move. No wonder these Ghost Race and Outer Heaven beings can’t move at all—they’ve been suppressed by Immortal Venerable Longevity."

"Hahaha, with Immortal Venerable Longevity taking action, how could these Ghost Race be any match? Back when Immortal Venerable Longevity was only an Immortal Monarch, he was already sweeping invincible across the board..."

Lu Changsheng’s reputation in the Heavenly Court was immense.

Almost everyone knew of him.

Thus, upon seeing Lu Changsheng, these Immortal Monarchs couldn’t help getting this excited.

"Extinguish."

Lu Changsheng threw out a punch.

Those Ghost Race and Outer Heaven beings were ground into dust.

He didn’t even need to fuse his Clone.

After all, he was an Immortal Venerable!

Moreover, his physical body, under the nourishment of Immortal Magical Power, was improving at every moment.

Even Lu Changsheng himself wasn’t quite sure what level it had reached now.

But it was definitely far beyond the bodies of other Immortal Venerables.

Lu Changsheng glanced over.

He instantly gained several thousand Immortal Techniques.

Right now he was short on Immortal Techniques.

And now the Immortal Techniques had just delivered themselves to his door?

Too easy!

"Many thanks, Immortal Venerable Changsheng!"

Those Immortal Monarchs all bowed toward Lu Changsheng, thanking him for saving their lives.

If not for Lu Changsheng’s rescue, their chances of survival today would have been slim.

"By the way, Immortal Venerable Changsheng, we heard on the battlefield that these Ghost Race seem to be searching for you. You must be extremely careful. There may be a powerful Ghost Race currently targeting you."

One of the Immortal Monarchs reminded him.

Lu Changsheng nodded. He would of course be cautious.

He didn’t believe the Ghost Race would let him go.

After all, his potential was immense.

And he had once slashed "Lin," causing the Ghost Race to lose all face.

How could the Ghost Race possibly let him go?

"It’s fine. Brother Lu will keep that in mind."

Having said that, Lu Changsheng was just about to leave.

"Lu Changsheng, you’re not going anywhere!"

Suddenly, a strange voice came from the distant void.

Right after, the surroundings seemed to instantly turn into a swampy mire, making every step impossibly hard.

Those Immortal Monarchs behind him were directly bound in place, unable to move in the slightest.

"A Ghost Race Commander?"

Lu Changsheng’s eyes narrowed slightly. Sensing the other party’s aura, he immediately understood.

"Swish."

Sure enough, a figure flew over from afar.

A Ghost Race Commander!

And the aura on him wasn’t that of an ordinary Commander.

He gave Lu Changsheng a familiar feeling.

It seemed somewhat similar to a King Level bloodline, yet also somewhat different.

However, it was similar to that Chaos Source Life he had seen in his King Level bloodline memories.

But the other party was not alone.

There were many other Ghost Race as well.

And every single one of them was a Commander.

Thirteen Commanders in total.

Yet these thirteen Commanders were all clustered around that one, with him as their core.

"Ghost Race, Sheng Yuan!"

The other party spoke.

Lu Changsheng suddenly understood.

"A Saint Level bloodline?"

He got it. No wonder he felt a bit of familiarity—similar to a King Level bloodline, yet not quite the same.

So it was a Saint Level bloodline.

Lu Changsheng knew a bit about the relationships among the three great bloodlines of the Ghost Race.

The three great bloodlines openly vied and secretly schemed, but in truth they all stemmed from the same origin.

Still, this Saint Level bloodline was in no way inferior to the King Level bloodline.

Let alone that he was a Commander.

Ordinary peak Immortal Venerables would have to avoid him somewhat.

Not to mention there were currently thirteen Ghost Race Commanders altogether.

These thirteen Ghost Race Commanders had employed some special method, turning the surroundings into a swamp-like mire where it was hard to move an inch.

The Immortal Monarchs behind Lu Changsheng could not move at all.

"You only brought this few?"

Lu Changsheng merely shook his head slightly.

He even felt a bit disappointed.

If it were before, thirteen Commanders would definitely have put immense pressure on him.

But now he was already an Immortal Venerable.

Against opponents of the same realm, when had Lu Changsheng ever lost?

"Hmph, you think just because you killed that piece of trash with a King Level bloodline, I, Sheng Yuan, am the same kind of trash?"

"Once a Saint Level bloodline reaches the Commander tier, it undergoes a qualitative transformation. Especially me—I’m one of the elite among Saint Level bloodlines..."

Sheng Yuan was extremely confident.

"Is that so?"

Lu Changsheng shook his head.

Step by step, he actually took the initiative to walk toward Sheng Yuan.

"Hmph, kill him!"

Sheng Yuan snorted coldly.

He was confident, but not stupid.

With over a dozen companions, why would he personally lift a hand?

Yet as soon as the words left his mouth, he saw all the companions around him remain motionless.

"You all..."

Sheng Yuan’s expression changed drastically.