Chapter 1302: Chapter 1388: Senior Sister Yafeng
Qianyuan Heavenly Venerate Xu Qiankun, battles against Chen Nan, whose body is dominated by the Heart Demon.
These two master fighters can tear everything apart with a casual strike. Xu Qiankun relies on more than a dozen spells to enhance the Golden Divine Bell, causing it to shine brilliantly with golden light, resembling a giant cage, which envelops Chen Nan’s head.
Although Chen Nan is unable to control his own body at this mont, he can sense everything happening around him.
In his heart, he must admit that this Qianyuan Heavenly Venerate’s cultivation is astonishing. Not even the Heart Demon’s personally executed Chaotic Nine Forms can suppress him, which showcases the formidable strength.
As Chen Nan is contemplating silently, the Heart Demon strikes once more. This ti, he isn’t using the Chaotic Nine Forms but a set of whip techniques.
When combined with the God Beating Whip, this set of whip techniques is nearly perfect!
The power of this whip technique is extrely strong, comparable to the Chaotic Nine Forms. Nevertheless, it is still sowhat difficult to match the Golden Bell augnted with more than a dozen spells, given the vast difference in cultivation between the two sides.
The two sides battled fiercely for a whole day and night, and the battlefield shifted eastward by over a million miles.
Controlled by the Heart Demon, Chen Nan himself cannot rember how many tis he was struck by the Big Bell. He has already sustained significant internal injuries during this ti, while the Heart Demon attempted multiple tis to unseal the Dragon Essence Power.
Unfortunately, this seal was jointly applied by powerful figures from Ancient Tis, making it impossible to break in a short period.
As ti progressed, facing the formidable prowess of Qianyuan Heavenly Venerate, the Heart Demon finds himself increasingly overwheld. With Chen Nan’s voice, he expresses a sigh: “Who would have thought that I, once invincible in life, have now fallen into desolation, being suppressed by a junior like you? It’s hateful, truly hateful!”
Invincible in life?
Upon hearing this, Chen Nan, whose consciousness is already pushed into the Sea of Consciousness, is shocked.
The first person he associates with soone who was invincible in the Demon Path is the Supre Demon from Ancient Tis, known for wielding the God Beating Whip and dominating the Four Extres World, unmatched by any Immortal God.
If the Heart Demon is not boasting, could it be that he is the Supre Demon of that era?
This hypothesis further solidifies as the whip technique the Heart Demon used earlier perfectly complents the God Beating Whip.
However, Chen Nan is puzzled as to why this Supre Demon resides within himself if he indeed is the Heart Demon.
Could it be due to his previous use of the Heavenly Reversal Demon Technique that allowed the demon to silently sprout within him?
Yet, throughout history, those who cultivated the Heavenly Reversal Demon Technique are nurous, and Chen Nan is not the only one. Why hasn’t the Supre Demon reincarnated into another body but chose him instead?
Thinking of this, Chen Nan ignores the ongoing battle outside and shouted in the sea of consciousness: “Old scoundrel, are you the Supre Demon of old tis?”
The Heart Demon doesn’t answer, snickering coldly: “How dare you insult !”
“I’ll curse you, and I’ll slaughter you for seizing my body!” Chen Nan retorts angrily.
“Ignorant junior.”
The Heart Demon laughs coldly, fully focusing on confronting his opponent and ignores Chen Nan’s insults thereafter without responding.
After several more hours of fierce battle, the Heart Demon eventually couldn’t hold up, falling continuously onto the battlefield with the warship.
Just as the massive Golden Bell was about to descend, trapping him inside would an certain death without life. The Heart Demon, in desperation, frantically wields the God Beating Whip, fusing the Chaotic Nine Forms’ power with the whip technique in successive strikes.
Only the sound of intense vibrations emanates, layer upon layer of magic power being shattered.
Despite wielding a Supre Demon Artifact and possessing world-class deadly moves, Chen Nan’s own cultivation remains far too weak compared to the Qianyuan Heavenly Venerate, making the disparity too vast.
As the Golden Bell descends, the Heart Demon cannot resist anymore, about to be trapped within. However, at this very mont—
“Whoosh…”
A dazzling white light floods from tens of thousands of miles away.
Wherever this white light passes, even the void collapses, instantly turning treasures to ashes, accompanied by thunder on all sides with a booming sound, exuding a persistent aura of destruction, leaving only four words as the initial impression—unbreakable.
“Boom”
As the Golden Bell was about to trap Chen Nan, this incomparably powerful divine power struck the Divine Artifact Bell of Qianyuan Heavenly Venerate.
“Crack…”
The bell emits a thunderous sound, with the sound of splitting.
The Heart Demon couldn’t overco the Divine Artifact, yet under the impact of this white light, it is riddled with dozens of cracks.
However, a Divine Artifact remains a Divine Artifact. Even if cracked, it retains its unmatched strength. It wasn’t known how far it was blown away; it took several seconds for it to return to Xu Qiankun’s side, emitting a mournful sound.
Xu Qiankun looks at the shattered Divine Bell, feeling distressed, scanning around and shouting: “Who’s the esteed practitioner?”
“I dare not claim to be esteed. I am the master of the Purple Bamboo Forest.” The voice belongs to a woman, quite pleasant to hear, yet sowhat ethereal, as if coming from tens of thousands of miles away.
In reality, this voice indeed cos from tens of thousands of miles away, from the Southern Purple Bamboo Forest.
Just with this sentence, the millions of cultivators present gasp and instinctively retreat.
Even Qianyuan Heavenly Venerate Xu Qiankun hastily clasps his fists courteously.
“So it’s the Purple Bamboo Fairy, thank you for sparing .” Xu Qiankun knows clearly that if the opposite didn’t spare him, his Divine Bell would surely have been shattered. Gritting his teeth, he asks: “However, I wonder why Fairy stops from killing this villain?”
Technically, the transmission speed of this voice is only 340 ters per second.
To transmit from this location to the Purple Bamboo Forest, tens of thousands of miles away, would take an exceptionally long ti. Yet, the matters of cultivation often defy scientific explanation. As soon as Xu Qiankun finishes speaking, the Purple Bamboo Fairy’s voice returns promptly from the other side.
“Since you ask, I’ll provide you with a reason. The villain you ntion is one of the Purple Bamboo Forest’s people. Anyone who dares to harm even a single hair of his would be opposing the Purple Bamboo Forest.”
Upon hearing this, those glaring at Chen Nan with hostile intent leap hundreds of ters away, wishing to flee even further.
Qianyuan Heavenly Venerate Xu Qiankun’s face darkens exceedingly.
He gazes firmly at Chen Nan, then at the cracks on the Divine Bell, taking a mont before he begrudgingly clasps his hands and says, “So he’s from the Purple Bamboo Forest. Apparently, this was all a misunderstanding. Rest assured, Fairy, we will now withdraw.”
After saying this, Xu Qiankun really takes Qianyuan Holy Land’s people and retreats shafully.
As for other sects, there’s no need to ntion—they flee even faster.
The autonomous consciousness of Chen Nan within the Sea of Consciousness is naturally aware of everything happening externally. He realizes that this Purple Bamboo Fairy is none other than his senior sister Yafeng. However, he didn’t expect her influence in the Tao Realm to be so high.
Despite being tens of thousands of miles apart, she frightened away Qianyuan Heavenly Venerate and millions of cultivators with just one distant proclamation!
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