Among the crowd.
Yuan Zeling was also there. Yes, he was naturally there to watch the show.
He slightly raised his head, dressed in a purple Sword Attire, exuding an aura as sharp and pure as a blade or sword, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. Beside him were two servants and two maids. He held a sword in one hand, while the other hand was behind his back.
He enjoyed the many Martial Cultivators’ eyes of reverence around him.
"Su Chen arrived last night, he should have already received news about Wu Qi by now?"
"Where did Wu Qi go? Was he rescued by Su Chen? I wonder if Wu Qi is still alive?"
"Will Su Chen seek revenge? The Yuan Family isn’t easy to ss with! If things go wrong, Su Chen might just swallow this anger down!"
"They say the Xuanshi Divine Pavilion cos with a huge entourage."
"It seems Su Chen is already a Nine-Star Disciple of the Xuanshi Divine Pavilion, right? A Nine-Star Disciple should have a pretty good status within the Divine Pavilion."
...
Amidst the sea of people, voices of discussion, curiosity, and expectation arose.
At the sa ti, many people inadvertently looked in the direction of Yuan Zeling.
Suddenly!!!
"Are you Yuan Zeling?" A faint, calm, and quiet voice rippled up, and a figure appeared in front of Yuan Zeling like a ghostly apparition, facing him directly.
It was naturally Su Chen.
anwhile.
The crowd fell silent, excitent surged, each Martial Cultivator widened their eyes, staring at Su Chen and Yuan Zeling. Was the good show about to start so soon?
Who was this sudden young man? Was it the legendary Su Chen?
"Who are you? My na never changes, whether sitting or standing, I’m indeed Yuan Zeling!" Yuan Zeling squinted his eyes slightly, eting Su Chen’s gaze, yet internally, he was ready to act, every hair on his body standing on end, intensely alert.
"Yes, that’s fine." Su Chen nodded faintly, then...
Suddenly.
Su Chen struck directly.
His left hand moved with the swiftness of lightning, directly reaching out, unbelievably fast. Even though Yuan Zeling was prepared, Su Chen easily grabbed Yuan Zeling’s shoulder. At the mont of grasping, Su Chen’s five fingers seed like nails of Divine Weapons, extrely sharp, piercing into the flesh and bones, forcefully embedding into Yuan Zeling’s shoulder, instantly dyeing it red with blood.
With Yuan Zeling’s shoulder thus held, Su Chen then raised his other hand...
Slap!
A slap struck out at Yuan Zeling’s face, equally fast and breathtaking, almost too quick for the naked eye to follow.
The shrill sound of a slap spread, accompanied by the splattering of broken teeth and blood.
Half of Yuan Zeling’s face turned into a purple-red mass, swelling frantically.
The pain made Yuan Zeling’s tears flow wildly, stars filled his vision, as he cried out hoarsely, utterly bewildered.
He never imagined Su Chen would dare to act directly.
Nor did he expect Su Chen’s strength to be so overwhelmingly insane.
By the ti he reacted, he had already been captured by Su Chen, almost beaten half to death by a slap from Su Chen.
Then!
Slap!!
Su Chen delivered another slap, rcilessly landing on Yuan Zeling’s face. This ti, it practically smashed Yuan Zeling’s face.
Yuan Zeling, trembling and unsteady, couldn’t stand properly, wanting to retreat, wanting to kneel, but he couldn’t, because his shoulder was held by Su Chen, as if lifted up, his entire body no longer under his own control.
Blood poured profusely from his face, soaking a large portion of his clothing, his body shivering uncontrollably, the pain indescribable.
Everything happened too quickly!!!
So fast that many, many people hadn’t reacted.
Even Yuan Pi, hidden in the air, didn’t react in the first instance.
By the ti Yuan Pi reacted, Yuan Zeling was already injured.
Yuan Pi’s withered face imdiately turned icy, his Evil Qi surging. He was there to protect Yuan Zeling, and now that Yuan Zeling had been injured, one can imagine his anger.
"You little beast, how dare you?!" Yuan Pi roared, his voice restrained but as cold as a sword, the waves of his voice directly lowered the air temperature at the city gate, causing many of the onlooking Martial Cultivators to shiver, gasping in terror.
Indeed, a super Old Monster at the Third Level of the Great Dao Realm.
So strong.
Just his anger made people feel an insurmountable force, making them almost want to kneel.
Not to ntion when Yuan Pi appeared from the air with a writhing motion, raising his palm to strike at Su Chen with no restraint at all, that palm was like a massive boulder soaked in blood, heavy enough to suppress everything, the scent of blood so pungent as if it had been distilled to perfection.
Even more frightening was the essence of many Intents and Persuasions within that palm, giving a sense of harmony with nature, akin to the ways of the Tao.
The Palm Seal was vividly lifelike with a touch of true ’human essence,’ many ca to realize, chilled to the core, that Yuan Pi must have used genuine Martial Cultivators’ ’Palms’ to train this strike, otherwise, it wouldn’t possess such clear and genuine aura.
At Yuan Pi’s level of an Old Monster, he truly treated the weak as ants, willing to slaughter to improve his cultivation, an absolutely fearso force.
Thus.
Whish, whish, whish...
Even though this palm hadn’t yet fallen, even though it was aid at Su Chen, many Martial Cultivators at the city gate couldn’t help trembling, wishing to kneel to the ground.
In an instant, at the city gate, countless Martial Cultivators shook, their shadows simple, faces pale, filled with endless terror, utterly frightened!!!
Third Level of the Great Dao Realm, a move so terrifying! It’s unimaginable!
Look at Su Chen.
At this mont, Su Chen appeared as if he didn’t feel anything.
He did not turn around, did not dodge, even his aura had not a hint of change.
Slap!
He continued slapping Yuan Zeling!!!
Another slap.
rcilessly struck down.
It seed Su Chen wanted to slap Yuan Zeling into a skeleton, beat him to death.
"You little scoundrel, you... you... you’re about to die." Yuan Zeling, in excruciating agony, snarled through clenched teeth, spraying blood, his terribly swollen face full of madness, jealousy, vindictiveness, and expectation.
Yuan Pi’s move allowed Yuan Zeling to see hope.
He saw the hope of turning the tide.
In the blink of an eye.
Yuan Pi’s palm was already upon Su Chen from behind.
Approaching with an aura of coldness.
Blood oozed profusely.
Palm Seal howling, like the wails of ghosts and wolves.
Thunder and Lightning, as blood red as, swirling around, extrely oppressive and depressive.
At the sa second, the corner of Su Chen’s mouth arched up with a trace of contemptuous, playful smile.
Third Level of the Great Dao Realm? Is that strong? Still a far cry from the Four Clouds’ great talents. Nothing but trash. For him now, squashing Yuan Pi as easily as reaching out.
At the mont Su Chen’s smile of disdain and playfulness just rose.
"Die."
A single word ’die’ filled with majesty and indifference.
Instantly spread out.
It wasn’t Su Chen who struck.
It was Ling Tuanzhi.
Ling Tuanzhi made his move.
Behold.
"Boom!!!"
A gigantic hand, covering the sky, endlessly silent, descended from above, landing directly upon Yuan Pi and his blood-colored handprint.
Suddenly.
An indescribable dominance, shocking...
Utterly a Power of Heaven Earth, undeniably irresistible.
That hand was like a Divine Mountain, suppressing everything!
Amidst the endless ripping sound of the air, Mysterious Qi raged like mountains and rivers, blood-colored fleeing in the midst, Yuan Pi and his handprint directly turned to ashes.
Yuan Pi didn’t even have a chance for his Divine Soul to escape.
A Third Level of the Great Dao Realm, like an ant, was directly squashed to death, leaving no remains or Divine Soul behind.
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