So powerful!
The elder’s move, it’s truly too powerful.
So powerful that it makes one unable to breathe.
Su Chen’s hair stood on end all over his body, he sensed danger, a danger that the Divine Palace was warning him about.
Su Chen’s gaze beca more solemn.
"Boy, the power I’ve lent you is going to withdraw." However, misfortune seed to pile on, as Jiuyou spoke at the sa ti.
"Damn!!!" Su Chen’s face twisted suddenly, driven to his limit.
Then.
Suddenly.
Boom!
Boom!!
Boom!!!
Su Chen darted forward abruptly, his physical strength terrifying like a monstrous beast, striding forward.
He did not retreat, but advanced.
"Die for , crush him!" The elder scoffed disdainfully, flicking his wrist.
In an instant.
The overwhelming black scaled palm print moved...
Its movent was like a world shifting, as if the entire skies were pressing down, all beca silent, plunged into darkness.
In this movent, all the space within a few kiloters vanished, extinguished, leaving only the palm print, everything else disappeared.
Su Chen looked as though he was about to be suppressed by the Five Finger Mountain, his speed incredibly fast, yet he couldn’t escape.
The palm print was about to arrive.
And Su Chen, his eyes subtly blood-red, gritted his teeth, buried his head, gathering all his mysterious Qi at his feet to reach ultimate speed, focusing solely on the elder, there was only this one goal and thought, to approach.
Approach the elder.
Soon.
It arrived.
Boom...
Su Chen was touched by the black scaled palm print!!!
The overwhelming palm force, like a vast ocean, culminating in extinction, ultimate death, ultimate shock.
Clearly visible, Su Chen was imdiately swallowed by the palm print.
Endless blackness, frightening.
Endless blackness exploded with towering power.
In the distance.
Di Qiong held Little Shui Lan tightly, tears welled in her eyes.
Di Qiong couldn’t intervene, nor was there any need to, her power too imnse, couldn’t even approach the battlefield of Su Chen and the elder.
Little Shui Lan couldn’t either.
The only thing she could do was steadfastly protect Little Shui Lan.
"Sis..." Chen Rang’s face was deathly pale, he gritted his teeth, raised his head, looking at Chen Yan.
"I’m powerless! That elder is too strong! I can’t save him!" Chen Yan spoke solemnly, her face also slightly pale, the clash between Su Chen and the elder made her feel imnse pressure, she truly couldn’t approach.
At this mont.
Is Su Chen dead?!
No.
Though everyone thought he was dead, given that black scaled palm print was so terrifying, so unstoppable, seemingly capable of annihilating everything.
But Su Chen wasn’t dead.
"Barely survived." In the boundless black airflow, though Su Chen hadn’t died, he was in a miserable state, covered in blood, flesh mangled, bones shattered.
He wasn’t dead, but he was close.
It’s because of his special bloodline and the existence of the Divine Palace, if it were anyone else, they’d be dead a hundred tis over.
"Temporal Heavenly Dao!!!" Su Chen wasn’t dead, with a trace of awareness, he nodded his teeth, ignoring everything else, his eyes turning intensely red, he quickly mobilized the Temporal Heavenly Dao, driving the bloodline power and Divine Mansion power within to frantically recover his injuries.
The Divine Palace is unbroken.
Su Chen is undying.
Why did he choose to face forward at the brink of death? Was it seeking death? No!
It was placing himself in a perilous position to ensure survival.
The elder’s black scaled palm print was indeed terrifyingly invincible, but there was one point not to overlook: that palm print and even the blackness, pure black, endless black, darker than the void itself.
He charged forward, into the palm print, though subjected to ultimate suppression and crushing by the black scaled palm print, it was fortune amidst risk. As long as he wasn’t dead, he could hide within the endless blackness.
This was Su Chen’s determined tactic.
And he truly accomplished it.
Now, in the boundless black airflow, it served as the best concealnt, enveloping him entirely, no one knew he was still alive, even the elder did not know, and would not believe Su Chen was alive.
A few breaths later.
Su Chen’s injuries were already seventy to eighty percent healed, this heaven-defying undying body, truly terrifying.
"Boy, you’re fighting recklessly with that undying body again!" Jiuyou exclaid.
"No choice, lacking strength, had to risk my life." Su Chen replied teeth gritted, eyes vague: "Jiuyou, it’s up to you now! Can you pinpoint that old guy’s position?"
Completely enveloped by the black scaled palm print’s airflow, Su Chen now was invisibility achieved.
But the sa, he also couldn’t sense the external situation.
At least, he couldn’t locate the elder.
But Jiuyou should be able, Jiuyou’s Divine Soul was extrely special, an invincible Divine Soul, Su Chen was absolutely confident in Jiuyou’s soul positioning and locking.
"Yes." Sure enough, Jiuyou gave a definite answer.
"That’s good." Su Chen’s smile grew crueler, now, the elder thought he was dead, and Jiuyou could pinpoint the elder’s location, giving him the chance for an absolute kill!
At this mont.
The elder stared solemnly at the rolling blackness in front of him, not relaxing.
Normally speaking, having been crushed by his black scaled palm, not just Su Chen, even an Eternal Ancient Realm Fourth Layer or Fifth Layer martial cultivator, would only face death.
But, for so unknown reason, his millions of years of combat experience and intuition gave him a sense of strange unease.
Especially the persistent black airflow of the black scaled palm print, intensify his unease gathering at his heart.
Of course, he would never think Su Chen was still alive, in fact, across the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, aside from Su Chen himself, likely no one else could survive after being hit by the black scaled palm with Su Chen’s amount of power.
No doubt, the undying and indestructible and the Divine Mansion were so heaven-defying, so dominating.
Further away, Xuu Bao laughed, a cruel laugh, how arrogant?! In the end, weren’t you dead? In absolute strength, no matter how monstrous or geniuses like you, you can only face death.
To bla, bla yourself for being too high profile, bla yourself for not knowing the heights of the heavens, not all geniuses live to the end, ninety-nine percent of geniuses perish on the way to becoming powerhouses.
Geniuses also fear encounters with the Feng Family!
Did you truly think First-Order Power was a joke?
Zheng Zijiao also sighed in relief, a relaxed and refreshed expression appearing on her beautiful face.
The fearso bastard was finally dead.
She couldn’t help but glance again at the distant Heyue Nishang, whose face was even paler, almost passing out, feeling elated.
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