"Such dense evil Qi, what are you trying to do? You dare to attempt to erase the Primordial Spirit Imprint of a Saint? You’ve got so nerve!"
The power of Blood Fiend Force had just entered the Breeze Sweeping Knife when that old voice sounded again, carrying a hint of anger within it.
Jiang Chen ignored it, controlling the Blood Fiend Force to directly fall onto the Primordial Spirit Imprint, which began to be invaded and gradually faded away.
"Damn it! No matter who you are, you’re dood!"
The furious roar sounded again, shaking Jiang Chen’s head to the point of dizziness, with golden spots appearing before his eyes and slender cracks erging in his Sea of Consciousness.
Jiang Chen’s face turned pale suddenly, and his brow furrowed tightly.
Truly worthy of being a powerful figure in the Saint Realm, even the residual power in just a single Primordial Spirit Imprint almost shattered his Sea of Consciousness!
Whoosh!
With a shift of thought, bloody radiance flourished within his Sea of Consciousness, instantly expelling the invisible power.
"Break for !"
With a low shout in his heart, Jiang Chen fully controlled the Blood Fiend Force, fiercely striking the Primordial Spirit Imprint.
Boom!
A booming sound echoed within the Breeze Sweeping Knife, and the golden Primordial Spirit Imprint shattered, transforming into streams of light that flew out of the Breeze Sweeping Knife.
"Suppress it!"
Jiang Chen was surprised, his face slightly twisted; those fragnted rays of Primordial Spirit could indeed communicate. If they were allowed to leave the Breeze Sweeping Knife, Lei Yan could instantly pinpoint his location.
Whoosh!
The Blood Fiend Force transford into bloody radiance, swiftly enveloping the golden streams of light, and a large ’Suppression’ character gradually erged within the radiance.
"Damn it! You..."
The angry voice rang again, but halfway through the sentence, it suddenly changed direction: "The Breeze Sweeping Knife is in your hands, what about Lei Ying and the others? What have you done to my sons?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen shuddered inwardly. Lei Yan, Lei Ying, Lei Bao, Lei Xiong, this...
Did they kill a Saint’s three sons!?
His pupils shrunk, and a heavy look surfaced within Jiang Chen’s mind.
If they had just killed three warlords, then once they left this desolate plain, perhaps Lei Yan, given his fugitive status, wouldn’t dare pursue them; but if they killed soone’s three sons, then it’d likely be a fight to the death!
But it had been done already, thinking much now was of no use!
A ruthless look flashed through Jiang Chen’s eyes as he fully mobilized the Blood Fiend Suppression Force.
Buzz!
The bloody radiance trembled gently, a ’Suppression’ character emitting profound light floated within it, silencing the enveloped golden streams completely; the old voice was heard no more.
Whoosh!
Jiang Chen exhaled deeply, glanced at the Breeze Sweeping Knife, shifted his thoughts, and shot a beam of bloody radiance from his forehead, enveloping the Breeze Sweeping Knife, and swiftly absorbed it into his forehead.
In Jiang Chen’s Sea of Consciousness, as soon as the Breeze Sweeping Knife appeared, it was enveloped by the bloody droplet.
Until the Primordial Spirit Imprint within the Breeze Sweeping Knife was fully eradicated, Jiang Chen did not intend to use it!
Yan Li, covertly observing Jiang Chen from the side, witnessed the disappearance of the Breeze Sweeping Knife, entering Jiang Chen’s forehead, his eyes revealing a shocking expression.
What is this bloody radiance? How could it possibly erase a Saint’s Primordial Spirit Imprint!?
Originally, Yan Li harbored so thoughts, as Dao Instrunts are weapons only controllable by Saints. If Jiang Chen couldn’t erase the Primordial Spirit Imprint, he’d suggest exchanging the Breeze Sweeping Knife for Wind Thunder Valley, offering Jiang Chen enough exchange items.
But they never expected Jiang Chen to erase the imprint; he couldn’t bring himself to utter the exchange words.
After all, Wind Thunder Valley couldn’t offer enough resources to trade for a Dao Instrunt, even if they were of nearly equal value, no one would exchange a Dao Instrunt.
While Yan Li was astounded by the bloody radiance, Jiang Chen was equally shocked by it.
Jiang Chen’s attempt to erase the Primordial Spirit Imprint with the Blood Fiend Force was rely trying, as the Blood Fiend Force was the strongest power he could control.
Although he had already condensed Primordial Spirit Power upon breaking through the Divine Infant Realm, his Primordial Spirit Power was exceptionally weak, even after tempering.
Cultivators generate Primordial Spirit Power at the Divine Infant Realm, and to truly consolidate it into their true Primordial Spirit requires a prolonged period of nurturing.
When cultivators reach the Unity Realm Stage, they can barely condense a phantom Primordial Spirit, which doesn’t serve much purpose yet.
Only in the Saint Realm, after passing through the first Saint Tribulation, does the Primordial Spirit thoroughly take shape.
By then, the Primordial Spirit becos a second life for cultivators, allowing for a Primordial Spirit Out Of Body to find opportunities to reforge the physical form if mortally wounded.
Of course, this is contingent upon not having the Primordial Spirit scatter, as if it scatters, they’d be as dead as can be!
What level was that Blood Dragon from those earlier days?
Just leaving behind Dragon Qi condensed power could so effortlessly crush a Primordial Spirit Imprint left by a Saint; at the least, it must have been a Saint, right?
Maybe even...
Jiang Chen’s eyes revealed a hint of horrified realization, frightened by his own thoughts, he quickly shook his head, not daring to think further, lest he find himself thinking he’s gone mad!
He glanced at Yan Li and his group, Jin Hu and Yun Hai had entered recovery early, while Yan Li stared at Jiang Chen. Upon eting Jiang Chen’s gaze, he felt uneasy, gave an apologetic smile, closed his eyes, and began ditating.
Jiang Chen gave Yan Li a deep glance, unbothered, and turned to look at the ever-vigilant Yan Hu beside him, smiled softly: "Hu Zi, you don’t have to be like this, just recover. In this desolate plain, no one can escape my perception and approach."
Jiang Chen gently instructed.
Upon hearing this, Yan Hu nodded slightly, sat cross-legged in front of Jiang Chen, closed his eyes, and began breathing; however, Jiang Chen could sense that Yan Hu’s cultivation state could be interrupted anyti, aning that even while breathing, he was constantly alert.
Jiang Chen smiled slightly, ceased to persuade, raised his hand, took out Lei Ying’s space ring, and perated it with his Divine Sense.
Damn!
Upon just investing his Divine Sense, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but curse inwardly.
Lei Ying’s space ring contained piles and piles of Spirit Stones like small mountains, all of which were High Grade Spirit Stones. Jiang Chen swept with his Divine Sense, his heart trembling hard!
One hundred million High Grade Spirit Stones!
Why was Lei Ying carrying so many Spirit Stones!? Damn it, how does Lei Yang Village possess so many Spirit Stones!?
A major harvest!
Oh? Wait, this is...
Jiang Chen suddenly noticed three Jade Slips in a corner amidst the heaps of Spirit Stones and perated them with his Divine Sense.
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