Chapter 638: Stepping on the Lingjian Zhenren, why aren't you calling out?

Everyone was searching for themselves, Chen Chuyang gave a bitter smile, but he had no intention of going out to meet these old acquaintances; instead he hid, not wanting to come out.

Lingjian Zhenren hasn't been resolved yet; these people will settle Lingjian Zhenren first, then talk.

The Lingjian Zhenren in the sky grew anxious, constantly sweeping the earth with his Spiritual Sense to locate his whereabouts.

In response, Chen Chuyang spread his hands, said nothing, just kept hiding; the more he stayed out of sight, the more Lingjian Zhenren couldn't find him, the more anxious he became.

Hiding in the dark, he could make Lingjian Zhenren's body and mind collapse; that would be the best effect. Chen Chuyang excelled at mental torment, tormenting Lingjian Zhenren to plunge him into self-doubt—wouldn't that be more interesting?

With Jing Yuheng's confirmation, Lingjian Zhenren must be terrified right now, unable to be found no matter how hard he searches.

"Impossible, they all sense he's nearby, so why can't I find him?"

"Could it be my fault? Or are they deceiving me?"

"But I constantly sense danger, that invisible danger, that lethal threat—it can't be fake."

"Damn it, come out, I order you to come out!"

Lingjian Zhenren hovered in midair, condensed Technique, and attacked the direction Jing Yuheng had just pointed; but after the barrage, there was no anomaly, as if nothing existed, that person wasn't here either—everything was just his self-indulgence.

"Impossible, you still won't come out—how long are you going to hide?"

"Chen Chuyang, come out for me? I'm not afraid of you."

He stared around, looked blankly in all directions, yet couldn't see Chen Chuyang's silhouette; he was truly going mad, utterly insane.

Xinran Zhanglao opened his eyes, the injuries in his body slightly suppressed, he rose to his feet and coldly said, "Senior brother, surrender."

"Don't make a pointless struggle; you can't escape."

Ming Jianzi and Ming Wuzi instantly appeared at his side, surrounding him once again.

Xinran Zhanglao walked forward, stood in the sky, and fixed his gaze on the senior brother before him.

Lingjian Zhenren pointed at Xinran Zhanglao and shouted angrily, "Let him come out, Junior Sister Xinran, you let him come out—I want to see him."

He didn't believe such a thing, but the escape of Tianxin Lao Gui clearly showed it was true.

If he doesn't see Chen Chuyang, he won't give up.

Is that person really nearby, or is Tianxin Lao Gui just a startled bird?

Xinran Zhanglao shook his head: "Senior brother, why bother? Whether he comes out or not, it's the same—why do you seek discomfort?"

"How about this, senior brother: you surrender, and the junior sister will let you see him once—what do you think?"

Lingjian Zhenren fell silent.

"Junior sister, are you trying to scare me?"

"That's exactly it—you want me to surrender so you can take me down."

Lingjian Zhenren seemed to have discovered some earth-shattering secret, laughing maniacally: "Junior sister, impossible—senior brother will never bow his head, don't even dream of it."

"Whether he's there or not, I could never lower my head—with you people, you could never capture me."

"I am the Sect Master of the Spirit Sword Sect, I am Lingjian Zhenren—how could I fear you weaklings?"

He, pointing his sword at everyone.

At this moment, Lingjian Zhenren's aura erupted once again.

He wanted to kill them all; whether Chen Chuyang was present or not didn't matter anymore.

He didn't care.

Xinran Zhanglao shook his head: "Senior brother, you're still so arrogant."

"Since you want to see him once, then let the junior sister allow you a meeting—how about that?"

Xinran Zhanglao pointed at Lingjian Zhenren's back, gave a faint smile, and said, "He's here."

Lingjian Zhenren's body shuddered, but he didn't turn around.

"Junior sister, such a clumsy trick could never fool the senior brother."

"I, your senior brother, will certainly not be taken in."

Xinran Zhanglao bared his teeth in a grin: "Oh, is that so?"

"You're sure you don't want to look back—he's right behind you."

Ming Jianzi spoke: "Sect Master, you don't really want to see him, do you? He's here—why won't you turn around?"

"Are you afraid? Or unwilling to face him? Sect Master, you wouldn't have gone soft, would you?"

Ming Wuzi sneered incessantly, that smile, that gaze, making people……

Lingjian Zhenren was furious and exasperated, looked down upon by them—how could this be acceptable?

"Hmph."

Turn back, observe.

Behind him, there truly was a person.

His pupils contracted, staring at the youth before him, a full smile on his face, arms crossed, standing in the void, appearing soundlessly.

At this moment, Lingjian Zhenren felt completely off.

His body twitched once, an uncontrollable tremor.

He turned around, fixed his gaze on Chen Chuyang; the youth before him, he had seen once before, but previously he had never been this strong, this mysterious, this imposing.

That aura—though he released none, standing here it seemed as if heaven and earth were cooperating with him, pressing down on himself.

Facing him, it was like facing the whole heaven and earth—a sensation Lingjian Zhenren had never experienced.

"You……"

Pointing at Chen Chuyang, Lingjian Zhenren stammered.

His speech was incoherent.

That person, from afar to near, instantly arrived before him, offering no resistance—or rather, he hadn't reacted yet.

The person before him made a move, pressing a hand onto his own shoulder.

That hand appeared suddenly; he hadn't even moved, and his body plummeted.

Boom—

The earth exploded, and his body sank into the mud.

A skull was revealed, the force controlled just right.

Chen Chuyang lowered his head; that foot slowly rose and stepped on his head.

So natural, so casual.

It was as if Lingjian Zhenren were a stone on the ground, casually trampled.

You're courting death!

Lingjian Zhenren's fury blazed; he wanted to strike and kill this person.

He suddenly discovered he could not move; his body was wrapped and bound by the mud.

He simply couldn't move; Chen Chuyang bared his teeth in a grin: "Didn't you want to see me? Now that you've seen me, you're unhappy—come, smile."

Bullshit!

Lingjian Zhenren had only one thought in his mind: kill him, kill him, at any cost, kill him.

A scholar may be killed but not humiliated.

He had never suffered such humiliation; Chen Chuyang actually trampled his head—such conduct, how could it possibly be… forgiven?

Damn it, go die!

Chen Chuyang shook his head: "I don't really like your attitude."

He lifted his foot; with one kick, Lingjian Zhenren's skull flew up, taking his body with it.

A distant mountain peak collapsed in an instant.

This guy is just asking for trouble; he won't listen to reason, forcing me to act.

Having said that, he stepped forward to the collapsed mountain peak; with a glance, he located Lingjian Zhenren.

He flew out of the mud, sword in hand, rushing toward Chen Chuyang.

Damn it, die!

"Nine Chapters Sword."

Divine power appeared again.

Peerless sword technique.

Chen Chuyang raised an eyebrow, gripped with his right hand, and a sword condensed.

He waved it casually.

Technique, crisscrossing.

The earth split apart.

Lingjian Zhenren's divine power silently collapsed; his body narrowly avoided being hit.