0p0 Chapter 2432
Chapter 2432
"How is this possible..." he hissed, his voice filled with resentment and disbelief. "Besides the two holy lands of Immortal Ancient and Supreme, the Flame Dragon Realm actually has a First-Class Celestial God or Celestial Immortal with such heaven-defying combat power?"
"Chen Xuan... Chen Xuan..." He repeated the name over and over, shaking his head angrily, his knuckles clenched until they turned white.
"No! I have investigated all the young combatants on the first and second lines of defense, and there is no such person at all! Otherwise, how could I have overlooked such crucial information and ended up in such a passive position today?"
Meanwhile, on the desolate battlefield at the border of the Imperial Pass, the deathly silence lasted for several breaths before it was finally broken.
Above Boundless City, a cheer suddenly erupted that shook the heavens and the earth, echoing throughout the universe. The cheers, filled with the excitement and ecstasy of the cultivators, caused the clouds to scatter and the void to tremble. They shouted Chen Xuan's name or Daoist title, venting the pent-up repression and worries they had been holding back.
In stark contrast, the high-ranking members of the Immortal Ancient Land and the Supreme Holy Land—Gu Ningbing, Zhe Linhai, Shen Qianqiu, Tu Qianjiao, and others—all had gloomy faces, and their Daoist auras exuded a cold and malevolent energy.
They had hoped to see Chen Xuan suffer a crushing defeat and be humiliated, but they never expected that Chen Xuan would kill the Weasel with such overwhelming force, a feat that even Gu Ningbing could not withstand. This disparity caused them to lose face, and a hidden sense of dread rose in their hearts.
Standing on the void command platform in June, his expression remained calm and composed—he had been somewhat surprised when Qing Tian Yu'er had performed exceptionally well and defeated the Thousand Refined Puppet Demon.
Chen Xuan won, but he remained completely unfazed, as if it were all within his expectations. Only a barely perceptible hint of approval flickered deep in his eyes.
"Is this...is this the strength of Uncle-Master Chen Xuan?" Bai He stood beside Liu Yue, staring blankly at the white-haired god-demon in the arena, who was calmly adjusting his breathing while holding a sword in both hands. His tone was tinged with fear.
That ruthless and murderous aura was too terrifying, far beyond his reach.
"Master Uncle is so powerful!" Bai Lian's eyes lit up, her pretty face flushed slightly, and her eyes were full of admiration.
Cultivators naturally admire strength, especially among the younger generation at the same level. Such overwhelming combat power and strategic planning are enough to make people admire and be impressed.
Qinglian's mouth was agape, her face filled with astonishment, and she remained speechless for a long time.
When Sugata appeared earlier, he forced Gu Ningbing to retreat in defeat and flee in a sorry state with almost no effort. If it weren't for June's timely intervention, it would have been extremely difficult for Gu Ningbing to escape unscathed.
The saying goes, "Without comparison, there is no harm."
Recalling Gu Ningbing's previous disheveled state, and then looking at Chen Xuan's composed demeanor as he slew the Weasel and slaughtered the 108,000 strange troops, even Qinglian, with her calm and collected nature, found her gaze towards Chen Xuan becoming increasingly complicated.
There was surprise, admiration, and a touch of indescribable emotion.
"What a powerful sword strike..." Qinglian tilted her head slightly, sighing softly, her tone full of shock. "That sharp sword intent, that immense power, could ignore the combined array's protection and kill the Spirit King Commander with a single strike. It's terrifying."
In the endless void of the eerie camp, the enormous void crocodile still lay there quietly, its body as majestic as an ancient mountain, surrounded by a dense, eerie aura, as if the crushing defeat off the field had nothing to do with it, remaining indifferent and silent.
Yet, within the massive complex of buildings supported by its back, the atmosphere was eerily silent, a heavy sense of oppression permeating every corner, where even the sound of breathing could be clearly heard.
The Night King sat on the highest throne, his body shrouded in black robes, and the eerie Daoist aura around him surged violently, creating an atmosphere so low it was suffocating.
He had just issued a stern order for Xu You to kill the white-haired demon god, but only a breath or two after the order was given, he witnessed his most valued direct descendant being killed by Chen Xuan with a single sword strike. Subsequently, the 108,000 strange troops were all slaughtered and their formation collapsed, leaving not a trace of dignity behind.