It was Xiaoyue who had cast the stroke. Xiao Chen glared at her, his eyes bloodshot with rage and his face filled with hate. There were so many questions he needed answers for. He needed to know where Xiao Ning was, and did he had the chance to meet his Teacher again? But the death of Patriarch Guanshan had dashed all his hopes of seeking answers. "HOW DARE YOU!" He snarled at the callous prodigy of the Thousand Feathers Sect.
Without waiting for any response, he instantly smote with his fists, sending a wave of force that crushed and buffeted the broken tiles on the ground, rushing in Xiaoyue's direction. But just when everyone was still stunned by the sudden turn of events, Master Xuanji leaped into the path of the projectile and immediately used his Golden Bell Shield technique.
The collision of the force with Master Xuanji's shield caused a deafening bang that sounded like the peals of a huge bell. Even with his prowess, Master Xuanji could not fully
At first light the following morning, Xiao Chen was at the Coalesced Colors Hall which sat at the foot of Yuqing Mountain. He was being sent off by his companions and comrades. Perfected Immortal Qing Chen remained quiet all the time, silently pondering, until he said suddenly, "It might be good for you to go venturing abroad. But you have to be careful. Do not be brash especially if you encounter any strong opponents. We are here if you need us. We might be able to mediate things for you." Xiao Chen's heroics had made him widely-recognized as a son of the Eastern Continent. But the relationships between the Five Continents of the Violet Manor have been delicately brittle that even the slightest tumult could cause tremendous upheaval. Hence, the Perfected Immortal was hinting to him that the Jade Qing Sect would always be there for him in the case of any unfriendly conflicts with certain factions from other continents. There was no need to incite further
"Demon Lord?" It was a tale that Xiao Chen had heard of since entering the Violet Manor; legend has it that the battle between Immortals and Devils thousands of years ago had seen the Demon Lord released a terrible surge of power so vast that the entire domain of Demons collapsed. Was this the same Demon Lord that the old man was referring to? "Yes! The invincible Demon Lord who stormed and wreaked havoc in the Heavens and the Underworld. What an impressive feat! It took the combined strength of the Lord Buddha and both Emperors of the Heavens and Nether to subdue and seal him." Xiao Chen made no response. He was not interested in old fairy tales and legends. He tugged at Murong Xian'er's hand to leave, but she was deeply fascinated with the story and urged the old man to tell her more. Another young man came over. Xiao Chen eyed him warily, wondering if he was equally enthralled by the old man's story or Xian'er's beauty. "The
Thanks to the abundant travel expenses that Yu Yifeng provided, Xiao Chen was able to pick a luxurious and comfortable carriage at a horse carriage company. This way, he wouldn't be jolted around throughout the journey. He shared the ride with six other people—two Foundation Building Realm cultivators and four Qi Refining Realm cultivators. Every now and then, these people would sneak admiring glances at Murong Xian'er but they suppressed their desire after sensing Xiao Chen's imposing aura. The most popular conversation fodder throughout the journey was none other than Xiao Chen's deeds in the recent past. From the first sign of his budding talent at the Immortals League Competition, to the havoc he wrecked at the imperial palace of Zhou State, to the punch he landed on a peak Core Forming Realm cultivator at the Widespread Wintriness Sect, to the hacking of the Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, and to the recent beheading of a gargantuan dragon and killing of a Nascent
When the rest of the masked men saw this, they did not know who shouted "kill!" When the rest of the masked men saw this, one of them shouted, "Kill!" They all sent out their flying swords which moved toward Xiao Chen. At the moment, the sword radiance crossed, and the wind roared. Xiao Chen snorted coldly. The Unsullied turned into a white radiance and flew out. "Clash!" It cut off an incoming flying sword. More than 20 armed escorts retreated. They were not able to join this battle. They would be killed in vain and add troubles to Xiao Chen if they rushed over. The dozen masked men had all entered late Foundation Building Realm, but they were no match for Xiao Chen's Unsullied. The flying swords they had refined for more than ten years were as fragile as broken copper and scrap iron in front of Unsullied. A little while later, there were only three or four flying swords left, but the dozen people still wanted to take Xiao Chen's life and r
Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes and saw a red-robed old man five or six meters away with heavy murderous intent and hatred on the face. Judging by the palm, he could conclude that this person was at least in Lv 7 Core Forming Realm. But he didn't remember where he met this person. Since this was the first time he came to the Middle Continent, he'd better not fight if things could work out with words. People nearby were also attracted and came over. Murong Xian'er rushed to the front of the old man, angrily pointed at him and said, "Hey! Who are you? Don't you bully Brother Xiao Chen!" "Fuck off!" The red-robed old man's face glowed with anger. With a stroke of his sleeve, a mighty force surged toward her. People nearby cried out. Even the Foundation Building Realm cultivators could not bear this attack. It would kill the little girl. "Xian'er!" Xiao Chen wanted to stop it, but it was too late. With a bang, Murong Xian'er was sent flying. Xiao Ch
Although the Immortal's Sword was not a Legendary Weapon of ancient times, it was formed by a late Core Forming Realm expert. Its power was palpable. Xiao Chen held his breath and held his sword in front of his chest. He heard Ling Jingshan shouting at him, "Go!" The Immortal's Sword immediately turned into 13 rows of dazzling light and moved to him one after another. Being aware of the ferocity of the swords, Xiao Chen did not dare to underestimate them. He thrust his sword madly and brought Mystic Cyan Swordplay to its extreme. Although it had blocked 13 waves of attacks, his hand was shocked numb, and his arms trembled faintly. The crowd outside exclaimed. A Foundation Building Realm cultivator was able to withstand 13 blows from a late Core Forming Realm expert. This was beyond their knowledge. Ling Jingshan's eyes narrowed, and he thought that this boy was not simple. Just now, the 13 swords were a part of Ling Family's superior sword technique, and
No one expected this seemingly ordinary girl to possess such overwhelming Ancient Divine Power. The surrounding gale gradually came to a standstill. In the sky, the image of the Three Emperors also slowly dissipated. Murong Xian'er gradually recovered as the white radiance faded. She gently closed her eyes as if she was exhausted and began falling to the ground. Xiao Chen sprang upward to catch her midair and landed on the ground. He felt a stab of pain after seeing her pale face and frail condition. A wave of hatred swept him. Murong Xian'er opened her eyes ever so slightly and tugged on his arm. "Brother Xiao, don't…" His heart ached even more after seeing how she was only concerned about him, even now. After waking up a millennium later, she was the only one aside from Evernight that he felt as if he had known all along. Yet he failed to protect her and allowed harm to come to her again and again. Noticing his enthralled state, a cold gli
"Xian'er!" Ice-cold air instantly wrapped itself around Xiao Chen. Earlier, he couldn't detect any breath at all. Who managed to kidnap Xian'er so quietly and smoothly? He immediately thought of that mysterious person who had previously kidnapped Xian'er. Currently, Murong Xian'er's breath had yet to dissipate. He shattered the window overlooking the west with his palm and unleashed Phoenix's Wings to chase after the kidnapper. The Phoenix's Wings were about three meters long and looked as if they were lit up with raging flames. It was particularly conspicuous in the night sky. Residents who had yet to drift off to dreamland were stupefied after catching sight of this a blurry flame whizzing through the sky. "Oh God! What's that, a person? I must be seeing things!" The massive Xianyong City was divided into several districts. Following Murong Xian'er's breath, Xiao Chen flew westward for nearly 50 kilometers and arrived in the