296: Chapter 290: You Try 296: Chapter 290: You Try “What…
what happened?
You all…” Xue Ligui looked on quiveringly at Pang Lin, Yang Huang, Zhu Songming, and the others and asked.
Xue Ligui wanted to ask: Did you also see it?
He simply couldn’t believe what he had seen was real!!!
Swallowed a sea of fire in one gulp?
The hundred-ter-tall divine being from beyond, resembling the legendary Dinghai Shen Zhen, shrank by a hundred thousand tis and entered Su Chen’s body.
This…this was even more mythological than mythology itself!
Even though he had seen it with his own eyes.
Xue Ligui still didn’t dare to believe it, and even less to accept it.
Pang Lin and Yang Huang were pale as if coated in listone powder, silent and visibly aged, as if the vitality in them had reached its ultimate point and was about to step into death itself.
Whereas Zhu Songming’s face turned red, his eyes were bright, and he kept muttering “I knew it,” “I knew it,” “I knew it.”
A mont later.
All returned to calm.
Su Chen, appeared, no different from before.
Still devoid of any Dantian breath.
But, inexplicably, there was an imasurable and vast aura about him!
Suddenly.
Whoosh!
A faint sound of breaking through the air, like a bird’s whistle in the mountains, far and fleeting…
And with that sound.
In front of their eyes.
Without any fluctuation of Mysterious Qi, Su Chen disappeared from where he was!
Truly comparable to instantaneous movent.
Truly beyond the speed of sight.
“You want to challenge ?
I, agree!” A hundredth of a breath later, Su Chen stood quietly in front of Chang Ming, saying indifferently, with no detectable emotion in his voice.
“I…” Chang Ming clenched his teeth, his eyes shrinking fiercely.
Clearly, Su Chen stood before him, yet he felt no Qi from Su Chen.
But for so reason, it felt as though Black and White Impermanence had seized him, and one foot had already stepped into a coffin.
Unconsciously.
Chang Ming was already drenched in sweat.
“Why don’t you speak?” Su Chen asked again.
And with this question.
There was clearly an essence of Divine Soul in Su Chen’s voice!!!
Stele Suppressing Tower had entered Su Chen’s body and had beco his Divine Mansion.
Now, inside Su Chen, all the Mysterious Qi Power, Physical Strength, and Divine Soul Power had transford into a chaotic flow, circulating within the Stele Suppressing Tower.
Stele Suppressing Tower was in perfect harmony with Su Chen’s will, inseparable from him as if it were an organ of his body.
With a single thought from Su Chen, his vast, wild, formidable, and trembling Mysterious Qi Force and Physical Strength instantly transford into Divine Soul Power.
This Divine Soul Power surged toward Chang Ming with Su Chen’s words!
At once.
“Ah!!!” Chang Ming abruptly raised his hands to his head and scread in agony, his body retreating frantically as blood flowed from his eyes and nostrils, his Qi in complete disarray.
He seed to have deviated into madness.
A hundred ters away.
Only when Chang Ming finally stopped retreating did all eyes notice that he had actually…
actually…
torn his own head, face, and so on into a bloodied ss with his hands.
“Grandfather, ancestor, I was wrong, I was truly wrong, please spare , forgive …” Then, Chang Ming suddenly knelt on the ground and began to scream loudly, howl, and beg for rcy.
Xue Ligui, Pang Lin, Yang Huang, and the others saw this in their eyes and felt as if their hearts were frozen.
Too terrifying!
This…this was indeed the presence of a True God in the world!
Without making a move, a single casual word was enough to make Chang Ming wish for death?
How powerful had Su Chen beco?!!!
Ao Zhang and Yu He were stiff as statues, stuck in place!
Their minds went completely blank.
The utmost trembling terror and astonishnt made them forget to even breathe…
They simply stared dumbly at Su Chen.
“To battle ?
Regardless of life or death?” Then, Su Chen turned his head, looked at Ao Zhang and Yu He, and smiled.
His smile looked quite ordinary, even sunny and warm.
But.
Only Ao Zhang and Yu He could feel that with Su Chen’s smile ca a strangling Soul Power, like an indestructible knife, directly entering their Soul Seas.
Bit by bit, it cut away at their souls!
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
…
Unable to hold back, he vomited blood frantically, his eyes even more so, as fresh blood poured out, the visual effect shockingly horrifying!!!
Too terrifying.
A mont later.
The aura of Ao Zhang and Yu He had clearly weakened as if they were on the brink of death.
From start to finish, Su Chen seed not to have made a move at all!
This was the horror of Divine Soul Martial Techniques.
It appeared that Su Chen hadn’t lifted a finger.
But, in reality, he had dealt a heavy hand to Chang Ming, Ao Zhang, and Yu He.
Their Divine Souls were nearly completely shattered.
From now on, they would beco invalids, not even as good as ordinary people.
He did not deal a killing blow, but it was tantamount to pronouncing their fate.
“What do we do?
What do we do?
What do we do?” At this mont, Pang Lin, Yang Huang, and several other Supre Elders were so frightened they nearly knelt on the ground, muttering to themselves frantically, completely losing their composure.
They did not show a shred of the dignity befitting a Supre Elder, but instead took on the aspect of clowns.
“Elder Zhu, thank you!” The next second, Su Chen turned to Zhu Songming and spoke earnestly.
Throughout it all, Zhu Songming had supported him and had not kicked him while he was down.
Su Chen was sincerely grateful and respectful.
“I didn’t do anything, and certainly didn’t help you…” Zhu Songming said sowhat awkwardly.
Just then.
“Young Master Su, I…” Pang Lin wanted to say sothing, but before he could finish, suddenly, Su Chen casually raised his hand, flicked his middle finger, and instantly, a silent and invisible stream of Qi shot towards Pang Lin.
Bang!
A mont later.
The Qi stream hit Pang Lin’s shoulder.
It was just a tiny stream of Qi!!!
But.
Yet it possessed the explosive and striking force of a cannonball, directly causing Pang Lin’s shoulder to split open and bleed profusely.
Pang Lin himself was sent flying backward as if he was a pebble that had been struck.
And then.
More than ten ters away, Pang Lin landed heavily, the rocky ground beneath him cracking.
From start to finish.
Su Chen had only flicked a small bit of Qi!
Xue Ligui, Way Mo, and other Supre Elders were so scared that their souls nearly left their bodies!
How could he be so strong?
Even the gods in the heavens couldn’t be more formidable, right?
They even felt that, compared to Su Chen at this mont, they were but ants among ants, dust within dust!
“When I am speaking with Elder Zhu, please do not interrupt.
Can Elder Pang manage that?” Su Chen then glanced at the severely injured and bloodied Pang Lin on the ground and said with a smile.
“I can…
I can…
I can manage!” Pang Lin was on the verge of losing his soul, nodding his head, nodding frantically, nodding with all his might, his body trembling and convulsing fiercely.
“Elder Zhu, from today onwards, my ties with Taixuan Academy are severed.
The Stele Suppressing Tower is now mine.
After all, the Stele Suppressing Tower is a divine object from beyond this domain, ownerless.
Taking it doesn’t an I’ve wronged Taixuan Academy.
However, since the Stele Suppressing Tower does have a significant connection to Taixuan Academy, I can promise Elder Zhu that in the future, if Taixuan Academy finds itself in trouble, and within my capacity, I, Su Chen, will help Taixuan Academy once!” Su Chen told Zhu Songming, continuing his speech.
“Thank you very much!” Zhu Songming expressed his gratitude.
Su Chen nodded slightly and then turned to Yang Huang, “Elder Yang, before, you’ve said many tis that you want to return the Mysterious Stone to Taixuan Academy, right?”
“I…
I…
I…” Yang Huang’s mind went blank, and his entire person spontaneously knelt down!!!
Zhu Songming saw this and shook his head, sighing internally.
Whose fault is it?
In the end, Yang Huang was too self-serving.
In fact, the Mysterious Stone was given to Su Chen, by Wuo Tongtian, whether Su Chen’s Dantian was intact or not, all one thousand pieces of Mysterious Stone should belong to Su Chen.
And Yang Huang developed a covetous heart.
Now, whatever his fate, he brought it upon himself.
Zhu Songming did not speak up to plead for Yang Huang.
“Without a Dantian, one becos a waste?
Perhaps without a Dantian, one could really create a Divine Mansion!
Elder Yang, why don’t you give it a try?” Su Chen said playfully, winking an eye.
Following that.
Su Chen waved his hand nonchalantly.
In an instant.
The air in front of Yang Huang beca like solid, like a mountain of blades, pressing directly towards him.
“Thud, thud, thud…”
Yang Huang was pressed to the ground, nearly flattened into a pancake, vomiting blood frenziedly, his complexion pale to the point of being devoid of any color.
What’s worse, his Dantian was crushed to pieces.
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