"The physical body is incredibly formidable, comparable to my clan's strength during the Void Refinent phase, even surpassing it."
Though the Flood Dragon Venerable's expression remained calm, waves of emotion stirred within. "With Palace Master Yin by his side, it's difficult to investigate. This person is indeed quite special."
From the corner of its eye, it glanced at Yin Tianshou standing in the distant sky. The latter's face was inscrutable, showing no emotion, but he was constantly observing it. They had many private agreents.
A sharp glint flashed in Yin Tianshou's eyes as he looked down at the vast, tumultuous sea. Despite the multitude of living beings around, his eyes were fixed solely on the bloodied figure.
The coast had been smashed into a large pit, with Chen Xun at its center.
His legs trembled, surrounded by bloodstains, and he kept spitting out blood. His body endured unimaginable tornt, but he had once suffered the pain of shattered ridians and the agony of tribulation strikes.
Though Chen Xun's face was filled with pain, his heart remained resolute. It's just a superficial wound, he thought. He must survive, or everything would be in vain.
He shakily stored his robe in his storage ring, revealing his sixteen-pack abs, honed like forged steel, though now they were a bloody ss, indistinguishable to anyone.
This figure was like a blade of grass swaying in a storm, on the verge of destruction at any mont.
Crack!
A mighty sound echoed across the sky as the Dragon Tendon once again struck down on Chen Xun, accompanied by a massive cloud of black dust. Chen Xun was completely overwheld, falling into the pit.
This was the fifth strike...
Chen Xun's hands grasped the ground, blood dripping down, as he pulled himself up once more, his chest heaving violently.
He slowly looked upward, facing the Great Ascension Venerables whose might surged like a tide.
The destruction of the small boundary was definitely related to them; it was his last holand.
"Ugh..." Chen Xun suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face dazed, seemingly beaten into a stupor.
He abruptly seed to see countless mories and images, stirring the deepest sealed mories in his heart.
"I rember when you first ca to the blacksmith's shop, like a country bumpkin, all loud and clumsy."
"Though you're not the most talented, I firmly believe you'll beco the most skilled in dicine."
"Junior Brother Chen, I'll leave it to you."
"Senior Brother Chen..."
"Hehe, Ancestor..."
"Ancestor!"
...
Countless figures seed to stand before him, and Chen Xun gradually let out a low, growling roar, his eyes turning increasingly blood-red.
This enmity is irreconcilable; he must survive... he must survive...
His eyes suddenly beca incredibly humble, and his once-straight body bent down again, the surrounding blackened cultivation waste stained with specks of crimson.
Boom!
The Dragon Tendon struck down one after another, pounding heavily by the coast.
The entire world fell silent, save for the sound of the waves. All the people from the Online Store trembled as they watched.
This was the factory owner, the most powerful cultivator of the garbage recycling plant, yet today he was beaten so miserably.
They didn't even dare to make a sound of resistance, as fear gradually enveloped their hearts.
Qing Li and Qing Wan's eyes were blood-red, wishing they could take his place.
They were willing to die for the factory owner without complaint, but now the young lady had ordered everyone to endure!
A majestic aura spread across the sky, and the Flood Dragon Venerable finally ceased casting spells after the ninth strike, looking calmly and indifferently at the distant coast.
Yin Tianshou's expression was extrely deep, not making a sound, just quietly watching.
In the pit on the coast, Chen Xun lay completely in a pool of blood, his skeleton seemingly shattered by the whipping, unable to stand.
But his soul's aura still emanated, his divine sense perfectly intact, not dead.
At this mont, the Flood Dragon Venerable's eyes were incredibly solemn, and it suddenly spoke, "Enough, Chen Xun, this na I will rember. He is soone noteworthy."
The mighty voice echoed in all directions, the words carrying deep aning, but no longer exuding cold killing intent.
To withstand nine lashes without his body perishing or his soul dissipating, such a person was enough to garner its attention.
Even if he was weak now, that didn't an he would be in the future; it couldn't kill him now.
The Flood Dragon Venerable had checked the Chaos Immortal Spirit List's list of prodigies, and there was no na of Chen Xun.
In this situation, it seed incredibly strange, as there was no ancient Chen family immortal clan in Xuanwei Heaven.
It overlooked everything, exhaling a breath of dragon's breath, a hint of interest in its eyes, "If you can survive the thousand-year Immortal Prison, I will await you in Wild Heaven, to step out of Xuanwei Heaven and ascend to the position of Great Ascension Venerable."
These words caused a stir in all directions, especially among the Flood Dragon clan of the Eight Veins, their eyes widened. What did the Venerable an by this?!!
The other three Great Ascension Venerables all glanced at the Flood Dragon Venerable, realizing that this child had piqued its interest, possessing quite a few unique aspects.
Especially not being on the list of prodigies, which stirred a ripple in their hearts.
Chen Xun...
The three had a subtle look in their eyes, secretly rembering the na.
All information after the incident had been cut off by Palace Master Yin, and they dared not investigate too much, lest they sour relations.
Cui Ying looked at Yin Tianshou standing in the sky, sighing softly in her heart, "Tianshou, does this child truly deserve such regard from you? The thousand-year Immortal Prison is enough to destroy a generation of prodigies."
Yin Tianshou stood with his hands behind his back, his white beard fluttering, his eyes filled with sharpness, just staring intently at the figure lying in the pit on the distant coast.
In the pit.
Chen Xun's eyelids drooped, his vision blurred, his fingers barely moving.
He felt his body was out of control, this body no longer belonging to him. He wanted to stand up, but it wouldn't obey.
"Moo!!!"
A black shadow rushed over in an instant, carefully lifting Chen Xun, its eyes full of panic, surrounded by blood, all Chen Xun's blood!!
Black Bull roared and bellowed like a madman, yet was harshly restrained by its last shred of reason. As long as Chen Xun wasn't dead, it wouldn't act recklessly.
"Old... Bull..."
Chen Xun's two fingers struggled to rest on its head, revealing a difficult smile, "I... I won't die."
Black Bull licked Chen Xun's face, trying to clean it.
But his entire body had no wounds, yet blood continuously oozed out, impossible to clean.
It let out a mournful cry, never having tasted such bitterness...
Chen Xun struggled to lift his head, looking at the Flood Dragon Venerable overlooking everything. He had naturally heard those words, speaking lowly, "Thank you, Flood Dragon Venerable... for sparing my life."
The Flood Dragon Venerable's body moved slightly in the sky, flying towards the coast, speaking coldly, "Chen Xun, you still owe the Flood Dragon clan of the Eight Veins one lash. I await you to co and receive it."
"If you cannot even step out of Xuanwei Heaven, then I have overestimated you. You will be buried in the ngmu Sea Region, protected by Palace Master Yin until your end."
Its words were incredibly solemn, without sarcasm or provocation, rely stating a fact, "The matter of that day, I will not pursue further, it ends here."
"Yes..." Chen Xun's mouth opened slightly, his upturned head unable to hold on, lowering again.
"My clan, leave this place, report to the Immortal Palace, and no longer involve ourselves in this matter. Palace Master Yin's explanation satisfies greatly."
"Yes, Venerable!"
...
The Flood Dragons roared in response, their eyes filled with anger. If not for the protection of the Li Chen Immortal Palace's master, they would have torn him apart long ago!
Suddenly, a mighty transmission echoed in the divine senses of all the Flood Dragons of the Eight Veins.
"Train well, rember today's sha, only by becoming strong can you not be compromised by the greater forces. Rember the loss of ten Void Refinent clansn, this person is rely a shadow."
The Flood Dragon Venerable's body moved through the sky, a cold glint flashing in its eyes, "Focusing hatred on one person is too short-sighted, think carefully about what this represents."
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