Chapter 402: Is this the peak of the Sage Realm? (Please subscribe, please...)

Hearing Li Chen start to clear the field to show off, True Person Qingxu, as a lackey, naturally dared not delay the Emperor's grand show.

Moreover, he couldn't participate in a battle of this level, so he nodded, bowed respectfully to Li Chen, and said: "Your Majesty, the small one will evacuate the crowd now."

True Person Qingxu had seen Li Chen take action. He even felt that the thousand-meter range Li Chen mentioned was an understatement; he had to retreat at least two thousand meters away.

True Person Qingxu had just turned around to evacuate the crowd when he bumped into Fang Shichuan head-on.

Fang Shichuan was full of depression, rubbing his painful forehead, and looked at True Person Qingxu with resentment: "Master, why did you run so fast just now? You said to be ca..."

"When we go back, draw me a hundred thousand Heavenly Spirit Falling Tiger Talismans. If you don't finish drawing them, don't even think about leaving the door!"

True Person Qingxu glared fiercely at Fang Shichuan, then grabbed Fang Shichuan by the neck, swung him around in a circle, and threw him fiercely toward the distance.

You brat, still acting calm here? If you want to die, just say so! If it weren't for the fact that cultivating you, this personal disciple, was time-consuming and laborious, I wouldn't bother saving you, you blockhead.

"Master, what did I do wrong? Why do you want to punish me for drawing talismans just like Mistress?"

Fang Shichuan was thrown into mid-air, his heart filled with grievances. Didn't you say to be calm yourself? Drawing a hundred thousand of them would take until the year of the monkey!

I am a personal disciple, not a talisman printer!

True Person Qingxu finished everything, immediately used spiritual power to gather in his throat, and shouted to the crowd of powerhouses: "Those who don't want to die, run as fast as you can! Those from the Yuxu Immortal Mansion, take those with low cultivation with you, you must be fast!"

The powerhouses of the Yuxu Immortal Mansion received the order and dragged the low-cultivation cultivators away regardless of whether they were willing or not.

The watching cultivators were naturally not fools. Since the Yuxu Immortal, a Sage Realm powerhouse, had already spoken, who dared to stay here? They immediately began to flee in all directions.

On the battlefield.

The auras of the black and white figures had already climbed to the peak.

The white-clad powerhouse pinched a sword formula, and the long sword that had been circling him stood in the void. Boundless sword intent sprayed out, making the void riddled with holes.

The black-clad powerhouse pinched a crane seal, and the crane phantom behind him had long since solidified. Each feather was like a sharp blade, flashing with a chilling metallic luster. Towering blood energy permeated, as if an ancient evil beast had descended into the world.

"Boom—!"

Muffled thunder exploded in the dark clouds covering the sky.

"Break!"

The shouts of the black and white powerhouses pained the eardrums, each wrapping themselves in towering momentum to kill forward.

The two hadn't even approached, but just the collision of their auras erupted into towering air waves. If it weren't for True Person Qingxu evacuating them in time, the mere power within the air waves would have been enough to turn low-level cultivators into blood mist.

Their level of immortal battle was not something just anyone could watch from the sidelines.

"Is this the peak of the Sage Realm?"

Hong Qingshu had long since retreated to the distance. She looked at the black and white powerhouses about to clash, feeling the strong wind that made her face ache, and for a moment, she was actually a bit infatuated.

Only until she saw that unparalleled momentum did she understand how ridiculous she had been just now, wanting to go and help Jun Wuhue.

The man she was worried about was still the darling of heaven.

Jun Wuhue would lose? No, that black figure would only be another glorious achievement under Jun Wuhue's feet!

Xi Yushuang clenched her fists secretly. The eyes under her willow-leaf eyebrows were already filled with excitement. After many years, Jun Wuhue was even better than before. After today, I'm afraid he will thoroughly make a name for himself throughout the entire May Tian Ce Empire.

Even if she couldn't become Jun Wuhue's woman back then, so what? On the day he made a name for himself, couldn't she still stand behind him?

Just as the black and white powerhouses were about to collide, a figure flashed between them.

That figure was young, handsome, and extremely noble. Who else could it be but Li Chen?

Unlike the two powerhouses who were about to collide with sharp edges, Li Chen did not emit towering pressure or blood energy. Standing under the sharp edges of the two powerhouses, his robes fluttered, his long hair surged, and the smile hanging on the corners of his mouth was as warm as jade, as if he were a peerless exiled immortal standing in the mortal world, viewing the heroes of the world as nothing.

Jun Wuhue looked at the suddenly appearing Li Chen, his eyes full of indifference.

Although this person didn't have a fierce aura, one could tell he was no ordinary person just from the fact that he dared to stand under the full-force attack of himself and the black-clad powerhouse mobilizing their immortal artifacts.

But so what? Since he dared to stand in the way of his and the black-clad powerhouse's full-force attack while mobilizing immortal artifacts, even if the other party was also a Sage Realm peak, he would have to die today!

Jun Wuhue's eyes turned cold, and he immediately gave a loud shout, pouring all his spiritual energy into the long sword floating in front of him, stabbing toward Li Chen at an even faster speed.

For a time, the incomparable sword intent was restrained, and the long sword was dim and lusterless. The crowd fleeing in the distance felt as if they were being watched by a fierce beast in the darkness, and every one of them subconsciously looked back at the battlefield.

That long sword was now a mortal sword, yet no one was not fearful in their hearts, not doubting for a second that it would erupt with power enough to move mountains and fill the seas in the next second.

The sword is not in the killing, but in the hiding. This is the ultimate sword intent of a sword cultivator!

Same as the white-clad Jun Wuhue, the black-clad powerhouse dared to stand between him and Jun Wuhue, killing intent overflowing in his pupils, and his footsteps couldn't help but speed up a few points.

In front of him, the immortal crane, like an eagle striking the sky, cried out. The immortal white wings, which originally flashed with metallic cold light, each rose with a deep red, and the towering killing intent turned into substance, pressing the scorched black earth under his feet to explode, raising dust that filled the sky.

At the critical moment, Li Chen, who was standing in the center, finally moved.

Li Chen raised his sturdy arm, striking first and slapping Jun Wuhue on the face.

"Slap—!"

With a loud noise, the stunned Jun Wuhue flew out like a kite with a broken string, smashing toward the broken peak two thousand meters away with the momentum of thunder.

"Boom—!"

Jun Wuhue smashed into the broken peak without any surprise. In an instant, the earth trembled, mud and rocks rolled down, and dust covered the sky.

All this happened in less than a breath. The black-clad powerhouse had already arrived with the blood crane. Li Chen didn't stop for a second, turning his palm into a fist and slamming it onto the blood crane.

"Clang—!"

The fist and the blood crane collided, emitting a sound of metallic collision, like a great bell of the Great Dao, shaking the eardrums.

"Cry!"

The blood crane transformed by spiritual energy raised its head and cried out in sorrow. Its body had long been pierced by Li Chen's fist, and the black-clad powerhouse behind it was nowhere to be found.

Looking closely in the direction the black-clad powerhouse came from, a ball of fire was exploding backward like a meteor. That was the black-clad powerhouse who had been beaten back by Li Chen's punch, his clothes ignited due to air friction!

"Boom!"

The blood crane shattered, and the towering spiritual energy and blood evil aura surged, erupting into a giant mushroom cloud like a comet impact.

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