"Definitely!"
"Hope you won’t jump down by then!"
Facing his threat, Chen Xuan said nothing. He simply extended a hand, hooked a finger towards him, and then closed his eyes, starting to cultivate the Sacred Body.
Silence speaks louder than words!
This action infuriated Cyan Ink Jade, causing his Spiritual Power to beco chaotic.
Feeling the surge at his chest, he took a step forward, heading upwards.
"Hmm!"
He grunted inwardly, the pressure escalating suddenly. Even after refining his ancestor’s blood essence, he couldn’t advance further at this mont.
This made his face flush hot.
But just monts later, he adapted and advanced once more.
"Huh?"
Chen Xuan, cultivating above, uttered a light exclamation in his heart.
Such speed!
He adapted in almost a few breaths.
This is sowhat better than him!
He admits it!
Then, he began to sense, as he perceived the ancient aura on Cyan Ink Jade, it was clearly not his own.
"That must be it."
He understood in his heart.
"Was it that drop of green liquid before?"
Previously, even that leaf had knocked him over, but when that drop of green liquid appeared, it imdiately caused a change, becoming extrely docile.
After understanding, he continued cultivating the Sacred Body, ignoring him.
The two were a hundred ters apart, and the pressure behind was increasingly heavy, not easy.
Moreover, his forty-second aperture was about to break open.
One hour!
Cyan Ink Jade was only fifty ters away from Chen Xuan!
But his speed once again decreased.
"Huff, huff..."
Cyan Ink Jade was gasping heavily, but his gaze was coldly fixed on the steadied Chen Xuan above.
Still around fifty ters!
No!
As long as he advances over forty more points, he could crush this Dao Realm second level into nothing.
At this mont, he didn’t even consider why soone with just second-level strength could reach here.
His mind was completely occupied by a thought—kill Chen Xuan. In the Tree-man Race, he absolutely won’t allow anyone more gifted than him!
Take advantage before he grows up—must kill him!
Chen Xuan’s presence already brought him absolute crisis.
As for Chen Xuan above, even though they were only fifty ters apart, he remained calm and composed.
Nothing to worry about for him.
Breaking the forty-second aperture was the most critical.
Another hour passed!
Their distance was only forty ters!
And Chen Xuan’s assault on the aperture reached the final mont, but the pressure here was already insufficient.
He needed to take another step.
Thus he slowly got up, then headed upwards, never once glancing at Cyan Ink Jade.
"Ha!"
A snort of laughter ca from below, "Weren’t you going to wait for the Young Clan Leader? What? Are you scared?"
"Stupid!"
Chen Xuan turned his head, expression contemptuous, muttering a curse, then climbed several steps. Feeling roughly ready, he resud cultivating and assaulting the aperture.
"You..."
Cyan Ink Jade was practically fuming, especially at Chen Xuan’s expression, "Good, good, good!"
Laughing in rage!
Even though he hadn’t adapted to the pressure yet, he still moved forward, killing him couldn’t clear his anger—he wanted to rip off his limbs little by little, refine them into pills and consu them.
Anger unleashed unprecedented power from Cyan Ink Jade.
Twenty ters!
Fifteen ters!
"A little more!"
At this mont, his eyes were blood-red, and the killing intent reached the peak!
Ten ters!
Finally reached the limit distance.
All he needed was to climb another step, then he could crush him at will.
"Boom—"
At that mont, a crisp sound rang out, and Chen Xuan finally broke through the forty-second aperture.
Moreover, the aperture fed back again.
The jade bones exploded with dazzling jade light.
"Feels good..."
Chen Xuan murmured in his heart, the jade bones elevated again. He felt his physical body was lighter but stronger!
Suddenly!
He opened his eyes!
anwhile, Cyan Ink Jade had finally climbed a step above, their distance less than ten ters.
The limit distance for making a move had already broken.
Cyan Ink Jade did not hesitate and punched—an angry punch, with green punching shadows, hallucinated by Spiritual Power, coming like a teor, mixed with a frightful aura!
But Chen Xuan’s lips curled up.
He no longer planned to play; it was ti to settle Cyan Ink Jade.
Before, he wanted to see why he was so quick and also during the crucial mont of assaulting the aperture, now since the assault was completed.
Having understood, there’s no reason to keep this little tail.
He took a step forward, heading directly down.
Then he punched!
"Bang!"
Directly blasting Cyan Ink Jade’s punch into pieces.
"What?"
"Impossible!"
Cyan Ink Jade was completely stunned, staring blankly at everything—his full-force strike was unexpectedly shattered effortlessly by a Dao Realm second-level cultivator.
"Who are you?"
He roared at Chen Xuan; how could he be this strong? He was a Double Eight expert!
Moreover, refining his ancestors’ blood essence, exerted great suppression over the Tree-man Race.
But facing Chen Xuan, these seed to have no effect whatsoever!
"I am Qingsui!"
At the word’s fall, Chen Xuan’s punch pierced through his chest, "Before the battle, you still have the leisure to ask this? Did your father not teach you?"
"Pfft!"
Cyan Ink Jade was utterly raged and spat a mouthful of blood.
At this mont, even exploding all his strength was of no use whatsoever.
"Rule of Space!"
"You’re not of our race!"
Even if he were foolish, he understood it now, while concurrently an extre energy surfaced, repairing his wound.
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