Chapter 639: Such monsters are truly terrifying

They brushed past each other.

Just a little more; if he had taken that sword, he would have died.

He would really die.

Lingjian Zhenren stood frozen in place; all his anger vanished like smoke, leaving only fear, the lingering dread of having survived a catastrophe.

"Gurgle."

That gully on the ground was too conspicuous to miss; one can imagine how terrifying the destructive power of that sword was.

It was not something he could withstand; this was merely a casual sword from Chen Chuyang—if this person got serious, wouldn't it be...?

The strength gap let Lingjian Zhenren realize how terrifying this youth before him was, far surpassing his own power; no wonder the Old Ghost Tianxin fled at the sight of him, running away quickly, not daring to linger even a moment.

No wonder Mu Longhao dared not touch this person; such a monster neither appears right away nor attacks immediately, but waits until you have fought to a near-exhausted state, with little strength left, before showing up.

Such a deceitful and cunning human is truly deadly.

Such a strong one is the hardest to deal with—cautious, deceitful, cunning, and likes to hide and launch sneak attacks; who could break this situation?

"Why aren't you moving? Come on, I like people like you who are energetic."

Raising his hand, Lingjian Zhenren broke out in sweat from fright; he dared not move.

If that sword really struck his body, it would kill a person.

He would really die.

"I surrender."

After thinking it over, Lingjian Zhenren realized the only way to survive was to surrender.

Lowering his head, Xinran martial sister would not kill him; this body is her martial brother, and she still needs to save the soul within it.

This is also why he could avoid being killed; otherwise, Chen Chuyang would surely have killed him just now.

This person also took into account Elder Xinran's thoughts.

Killing him would not be worth the loss.

"Boring."

Chen Chuyang would not just let it go; instead, he walked up to him.

Lingjian Zhenren dared not move, but he also did not want to die.

"Don't mess around; I have surrendered."

Lingjian Zhenren, afraid of being killed, hurriedly shouted toward Elder Xinran: "Xinran martial sister, martial brother has surrendered; hurry and take me back."

No matter how he is treated, he can accept it.

As long as he can stay alive, that's enough.

Seeing this, Elder Xinran clasped her hands and said: "Dao friend Chen Chuyang, he is after all my martial brother; I cannot kill him."

Chen Chuyang nodded, reached out, and pressed his hand onto Lingjian Zhenren's body, immediately sealing everything.

Seal everything—formation, seal, block Lingjian Zhenren's strength, his soul as well.

At this moment, Lingjian Zhenren lifted his head, filled with terror.

"You..."

"What have you done to me? Why?"

The soul, sealed.

Life and death, not under his own control.

Chen Chuyang withdrew his hand, smiling narrowly, and said: "I didn't do anything; I just placed something on your body to ensure you behave, guaranteeing you'll like it."

True qi, cannot move.

Sword qi, also cannot condense.

His cultivation, his strength—all gone.

At this moment, he is just an ordinary person.

He can do nothing, unlike what he had previously thought.

The soul is the same; this is what is truly deadly.

His soul is his foundation; conversely, this body is not his, and he can disregard it.

"Undo it, undo it for me."

"Are you sure you want to undo it?"

Lingjian Zhenren fell silent; he saw the killing intent—Chen Chuyang would really kill him.

Just in case, he did not want to let the tiger return to the mountain.

Seeing this, Elder Xinran breathed a sigh of relief; as long as Chen Chuyang didn't kill her martial brother, it was fine—everything else, she would let Chen Chuyang handle as he wished.

Having sealed everything of his, this is actually the best.

Chen Chuyang acted, with no unexpected incidents.

Within the Spirit Sword Sect, no one could break it—not even Lingjian Zhenren himself could break free.

This way, her martial brother cannot act recklessly, nor will it make things difficult for her.

"Elder Xinran, do you mind if I beat him?"

"My hands are a bit itchy."

Chen Chuyang turned back to ask; it seemed like a question, but in fact he was informing her.

"Dao friend, do as you please; just keep a breath."

Elder Xinran's request is simple: as long as her martial brother stays alive, anything else is fine—even if he is crippled, it doesn't matter.

"No, you can't do that, Xinran martial sister; you can't do that."

"Wait, I..."

Ah.

A beating began.

Punches and kicks, the pitiful Lingjian Zhenren took off, took off, took off.

Never touching the ground, like a kicked ball, the body flew back and forth.

What greeted him was one kick after another.

Half an hour later.

Lingjian Zhenren lay on the ground, nose blue and face swollen, not knowing how much blood he had vomited, the whole person ruined.

The intense beating left him unable to……

Lying on the ground, on his last breath.

That appearance was miserable; there was no trace of the Sect Master's dignity.

The people nearby fell silent collectively.

Ming Jianzi couldn't bear to watch, turning his back on the Sect Master.

Ming Wuzi's eyes flashed with light, bursting with excitement.

He's too strong; before him, the Sect Master is like an ant.

Is this Chen Chuyang? The world's strongest genius.

Indeed, compared to him, we fall far short.

Before seeing Chen Chuyang, Ming Wuzi had heard of his reputation but didn't think much of it.

Upon seeing him today, witnessing his move, only then did he know how formidable this person is.

That Sect Master, the arrogant Lingjian Zhenren, like a dead dog, had no ability against Chen Chuyang's skill.

The gap between them is heaven and earth.

Senior Brother, has he always been this strong?

Ming Jianzi shook his head: 'No, before he wasn't this strong.'

In just that short time, he has already advanced to this level; Chen Chuyang is too monstrous.

The last time I saw Chen Chuyang act, it was only a year or two ago; his strength, unbelievably.

Ming Wuzi heard Ming Jianzi's account, his brows furrowed.

In just a year or two, his strength has multiplied who knows how many times; is this possible?

It's not that Ming Wuzi doesn't believe; it's simply hard to believe.

Such a person, at this age, is terrifying, right?

Ming Jianzi spread his hands: 'Junior Brother, in other matters I might deceive you, but this one thing I cannot lie about.'

You can verify Chen Chuyang's age and his strength.

This is also why Senior Brother went to find him; this person cannot be judged by common sense.

Do you now understand Senior Brother's thoughts?

Last time, he was struck.

Seeing again, Ming Jianzi instead felt relieved.

Living in the same era as such a person is their sorrow.

Once not comparing oneself to him, the whole person feels much lighter.

This is monstrous; he cannot compare, nor does he have any chance to catch up.

Why make oneself suffer?

Ming Wuzi fell silent.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing; seeing with one's own eyes is more persuasive than any words.

He kept staring at Chen Chuyang, not a drop of sweat, just that outrageous.

It seemed he did nothing, just ordinary punches and kicks, yet the Sect Master couldn't defend or dodge.

Hiss.