Chapter 460: Fierce Battle at the Long Yudian! (Combined Chapters)

Inside the entire hall, the expressions of everyone changed.

Yet there was one special presence, whose thoughts were clearly different from the others.

It was the eldest legitimate son of the Chen family, who stood firmly guarding before the coffin.

"..."

Chen Zilong gritted his teeth hard, then closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he exhaled a long breath, finally took a step, turned around, walked to that armchair, lifted the hem of his robe, and then with a plop, knelt down.

Under the suspicious and uncertain gazes of many clan members.

He first bowed deeply to that youth in black robes, then immediately activated the secret method of voice transmission: "Reporting to the Immortal, Chen Zilong swears here with his life that the entire Chen family has absolutely no connection whatsoever with the Water Clan; I hope the Immortal will see clearly."

Chen Zilong straightened his kneeling posture again and explained: "Years ago, I accidentally witnessed my younger brother secretly meeting a demon woman from a branch of the Water Clan. Knowing in my heart that this would surely cause great trouble, I reported it to my father and found an excuse to drive him out of the Chen family."

"I originally thought he would leave with that demon woman; though they might live together, it would have nothing to do with our Chen family."

"The territory he secured relying on the Water Clan, the Chen family took not a single bit; we never dared to have thoughts of being a fence-sitter. The Chen family was raised up by the Seven Masters of Yu Nanhong; once we receive a favor for one day, we remain loyal for ten thousand generations."

Having spoken, Chen Zilong stopped talking, kept his head bowed, and assumed the appearance of awaiting judgment.

"..."

Shen Yi glanced at him but did not reply.

What loyalty for ten thousand generations.

If it were truly so, then when I brought people in, this person should have reported his younger brother, instead of waiting for me to see through it and then pretending to be resolute.

However, this has nothing to do with Shen Yi.

He has not yet considered himself a person of the Seven Masters of Yu Nanhong, and besides, he is not accustomed to this kind of interaction based on loyalty.

There should be no devotee in the world more loyal than the Stabilizing Stone.

"Chen Zilong! What are you whispering about!"

Chen Ziqi forced his body to stand up and roared in fury: "Besides filing black reports, do you have any other skills? With you like this, do you even deserve to be the clan leader of the Chen family?!"

"Good, good, good!"

He reached out to wipe the blood from his chin, madness surged in his eyes, and he pointed at that coffin: "Since I dared to kill him, I am not afraid to kill a bunch of fools from the Seven Masters of Yu Nanhong; if you have the guts, come find me in the water to ask questions!"

Although the Seven Masters of Yu Nanhong are a giant power in this region.

This place is still called Hongze!

"Heh."

Chen Zilong's face suddenly turned deathly pale, feeling as if his heart had turned to ash.

Even though he had already guessed seven or eight tenths of the truth.

Yet when Chen Ziqi admitted this matter with his own mouth, it still dealt him a heavy blow.

"It feels a bit ominous."

Zheng Qian withdrew her gaze from Shen Yi; after several months of not seeing each other, the other party's strength seemed to have improved greatly again.

Just that move earlier, although it took advantage of Chen Ziqi's lack of defense, at least required the strength of the fifth layer of Killed Fanxu to accomplish.

This is too exaggerated.

Previously, when fighting the Golden Fire Sparrow, the other party still needed to rely on a sneak attack to fight the young master of the Golden Sparrow, who was at the third layer of Killed Fanxu.

Although he came from the Deep Abyss Ground, such slow accumulation and sudden release is normal.

But look at Ye Wenxuan beside him; she also came from the same place, yet where is such progress?

However...

After Shen Yi attacked, Chen Ziqi still dared to be so arrogant; he must have some reliance.

"Prepare to form the array."

Liu Qianyun glanced at Yan Wencheng; the five fingers hidden in her sleeve had already formed the hand seals.

Today there will surely be a fierce battle.

"Understood." Yan Wencheng quietly slipped away, and incidentally glanced at Ye Wenxuan beside him, only to see the other party still standing there stupidly.

"..."

Ye Wenxuan stared blankly at the heavily injured Chen Ziqi.

That Killed Fanxu fourth-layer cultivator, who in her eyes was arrogant and whose aura was so strong it suffocated people, was actually heavily injured in one move and lost his sanity.

Is this really Shen Yi's technique?

Or does the Nanyang Sect still hide treasures unknown to me?

"Come out! Kill them!"

Chen Ziqi shouted explosively.

Before his words had even finished, the space in the hall suddenly became void, and a strong fishy smell filled the hall.

Two tall figures clad in silver armor stood behind Chen Ziqi.

Although their original forms were different, both were hideous-faced fish demons.

They held conch shells, turned their gaze toward the figure in black robes at the very top of the hall, their expressions calm and their voices without any fluctuation: "The Long Yudian is on patrol and intends to take him away; all cultivators present may pretend not to see."

Beneath such a steady demeanor lay the confidence brought by their fifth-layer Killed Fanxu strength.

"No, you guys are actually starting to talk back?"

Zheng Qian suddenly stepped out with long strides, feeling both angry and amused: "Since when does the territory of our Seven Masters of Yu Nanhong belong to your Long Yudian to speak? Do you think you are the Long Gong? Your Hall Master is only at the late stage of Killed Fanxu, right?"

After a continuous series of questions, those two fish demons did not show the slightest reaction.

They simply stared faintly at Shen Yi.

"I want to kill them! I don't want to go back!"

Chen Ziqi turned around anxiously and screamed at the two demons: "I want to be the clan leader of the Chen family!"

Hearing this, the two demons paused slightly, then picked up the conch shell to transmit a message.

Seeing this, Shen Yi, who had just risen, stopped his movement again, sat back down, but quietly spat out golden threads from his fingertips, setting up a small array outside the Chen family's domain.

It served no other purpose; it merely allowed him to perceive the cultivation level of the demons arriving at the very first moment.

The two demons transmitted a message into the conch shell.

Finally, only an extremely calm female voice came from within.

"Wait for me."

The words fell silent.

The three from Qingyue Sect's faces changed slightly; almost simultaneously, they produced jade slips.

Knowing Nan Hong Seven Sons were present and still daring to come over, this could no longer be described merely as "having the audacity of a fool."

A mere matter of the Chen family—could it really require a Bai Yujing elder to step out?

Looking at Shen Yi again, he was still the picture of calm composure, sitting on that armchair, making not the slightest move.

The female voice in the conch shell seemed prepared beforehand.

In merely about the time it takes to burn one stick of incense.

Outside the great hall, orderly footsteps rang out; dozens of armored figures suddenly stepped forth. Though all were in the Hunyuan Realm, with a few occasionally in Soul Transformation, at a glance, they looked quite imposing.

At the very front of the formation.

A petite figure, accompanied by four guards, slowly stepped into the great hall.

She walked with a gloomy expression to Chen Ziqi's side, looking at the injuries on his body; a trace of heartache flashed in her eyes: "Husband, are you alright?"

Before Chen Ziqi could answer.

The petite Miss in the red dress had already turned her gaze toward Nan Hong Seven Sons and the others.

"First."

She raised a pale, tender finger: "My father has already requested an audience with the Southern Long Gong. This place henceforth belongs to our Long Yudian, commanded by my husband. Go back and tell your elders: this is an imperial decree from the Long Gong."

"Second."

The Miss in the red dress stared at the figure in the ink-colored robe: "You must die."

Though her figure was petite, after she stepped forward, it seemed as if no existence in the world could harm the man beside her.

"Bai Chi."

Liu Qianyun sneered coldly and waved her sleeve to produce a letter.

This was something her father had given her.

Although it could only be used once, in this region of Nan Hong, it could resolve ninety-nine percent of troubles.

"You brought the item? Why didn't you say so earlier?" Zheng Qian finally stopped forcing herself, exhaling a breath.

Just then, she noticed a wisp of golden thread retracting from outside the hall and sinking into Shen Yi's fingertips.

In that instant, the figure in the ink-colored robe finally rose to his feet.

"Kill them for me!"

The Miss in the red dress did not order those shrimp soldiers and crab generals put there merely to bolster the scene.

Counting the four new guards she brought, that made a full six at the fifth layer of Killed Fanxu... no, the Lady Longyu closest to her, though dressed in casual clothes, upon raising its eyes, revealed an aura far more formidable than the others.

However, it did not move; instead, it stood with arms crossed, guarding tightly beside the Miss in the red dress.

The remaining five figures stepped out together, forming a pincer formation, walking toward the very top of the great hall.

"Heh... heh!"

The Chen family members all retreated backward in panic.

The few from the Xian Sect turned their gazes toward Liu Qianyun, wondering what the other party was still hesitating about.

If they dragged it out any longer, this Long Yudian demoness, who clearly appeared to have her consciousness seized by rage, might actually dare to defy the Bai Yujing elder's order.

"I..."

Liu Qianyun instinctively looked at Shen Yi; for some reason, she suddenly sensed that the other party did not wish for her to intervene.

The next moment, the low growl of the ferocious beast suddenly roaring to life further confirmed her thought.

Everyone's vision was filled with rolling waves of scarlet blood.

The three-story-high Boundless Demon Emperor Palace manifested, its five-hundred-plus-zhang great hall reflecting upon the world.

Two streams of Hongmeng Purple Qi dyed the rosy clouds.

At the same time, Shen Yi stood with hands hanging by his sides; within the body shrouded by the black robe, a scorching aura erupted. Accompanied by the long cry of the Golden Phoenix, blinding golden flames roared out in surging waves, causing everything around to boil.

An aura of the fourth layer of Killed Fanxu burst forth!

This grand spectacle left everyone stunned in place.

"Tiangong!"

Zheng Qian cried out in shock.

Yan Wencheng and Liu Qianyun were instead completely dazed; the two knew Shen Yi had achieved the Tiangong, but in their memories, it was clearly the first layer... In three months, the other party had broken through again.

And it was the Tiangong, just as before!

This was replicating the path of the supreme geniuses of Nan Hong!

Chen Ziqi panted heavily, instinctively wanting to retreat, but upon seeing the Miss in the red dress beside him, he mustered courage again.

He was not alone now; behind him stood the entire Long Yudian, even the Southern Long Gong!

"Ha... ha..."

The Miss in the red dress suddenly laughed; if before, she had acted on her own initiative wanting to vent anger for her husband, that was merely a momentary surge of emotion.

After all, killing a cultivator of Nan Hong Seven Sons would bring considerable trouble to the Long Yudian.

But now... if they slew such a genius, this would be a great merit; the Long Gong would certainly protect her to the death!

"Kill!!"

At her urging,

the several guards who had felt a slight unease finally stepped forward again, their figures instantly vanishing from the spot.

Within the Wuliang Demon Emperor Palace, two streams of Hongmeng Purple Qi rapidly merged into Shen Yi's body.

He opened his eyes; within his pitch-black pupils, golden flames and purple qi blended, forming a slightly demonic purple-gold light.

His aura surged like bamboo nodes! Soon, it was no weaker than that of the strongest plain-clothed guard.

In the next moment, Shen Yi likewise vanished from the spot.

At the same time, the five guards who had been there earlier suddenly appeared in the main hall, still holding the posture of activating their divine arts.

And before them, a figure in black robes with a completely indifferent face had appeared.

In eyes shimmering with purple-gold, there seemed to be no emotion or desire.

The Great Dao is fifty; Heaven transforms forty-nine.

All things in the world are but ants, spending their entire lives pursuing the one that has escaped.

"Can you find it?"

In his realization, Li Xuanqing's voice echoed in his ears, as if tinged with a hint of mockery.

Only from this slightly arrogant voice could one catch a glimpse of the style of that peerless genius who once suppressed his generation back then.

The five figures in ink-black robes raised their palms simultaneously, as if pronouncing a sentence.

Pfft—

Five explosion sounds merged into one.

Silver armor shattered, flesh exploded.

Amidst the blood mist filling the sky, a figure reformed, the ink-black robes swaying slightly.

Shen Yi walked slowly to the young lady in the red skirt; on her Bai Xi face there was not a ripple, only the golden flame at her brow dancing.

"Raise your head and look directly at your Heaven."

Xuanqing's words still lingered in his mind, accompanied by a crisp laugh; beneath his feet lay mountains of bones, who dared to lift their gaze?

The guard standing with arms crossed was even a figure with a notorious reputation throughout the Long Yudian.

Otherwise, how could it have the qualification to be the Young Lady's personal attendant?

But at this moment, facing the ink-robed youth's calm words, it inexplicably felt completely suppressed, as if facing a giant who had walked freely out of the path of life and death.

"Playing with ghosts and gods! You merely rely on a secret technique to barely gain the qualification to speak with me!"

The guard's face twisted into a grimace; it suddenly raised its head, seemingly using its roar to bolster its own confidence.

But at the instant it met those purple-gold eyes,

it seemed to fall into a night of Tianyan Siji, seeing dozens of similar eyes examining it from all directions, seeing it clearly from head to toe.

Amidst such scrutiny, it forgot its divine arts and also forgot its killing instinct honed over more than a hundred thousand years.

Do not strike! If you strike, you will reveal a flaw!

Amidst the frantic screaming in its heart, it suddenly found the void black night in its eyes gradually becoming real.

The eyes in the vision all vanished, leaving only endless darkness.

"..."

You really dare to raise your head?

Xuanqing's final words flashed through his mind, carrying a hint of curiosity; immediately, that figure crossed the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, strolling leisurely forward until his back vanished without a trace.

Purple-gold Jin Chi flames covered Shen Yi's palm; he lightly wiped it across the guard's neck.

With the opponent offering no resistance, he took its head.

He was now not quite sure whether it was Li Xuanqing's whisper in his mind just now, or if he had spoken it himself... What a madman.

No wonder the Nanyang Sect was nearly wiped out.

Such techniques that carry realization should be taken as little as possible in the future.

"Ha... ha... heh..." The young lady in the red skirt's laughter gradually took on a hint of sobbing; she subconsciously wanted to hide in Chen Ziqi's embrace, only to find the other party had already been so terrified he collapsed on the ground.

She could no longer quite understand what had happened.

Her most trusted guard, why did it not fight back, just standing there stupidly while the other wiped its neck?

"Hah."

Shen Yi stepped forward step by step.

Behind him, the purple-gold sea of fire swept to both sides; by the time he walked to the outside of the hall, including the young lady in the red skirt and Chen Ziqi, as well as those dozens of shrimp soldiers and crab generals who were already stunned like wooden chickens, all had vanished from the spot.

Shen Yi looked at the thumb ring on his thumb, casually wiping the bloodstains from it.

"Gulp."

Liu Qianyun swallowed hard.

She stared fixedly at Shen Yi's back.

She still remembered when they first met; the other party wore the Nanyang white robe, yet she had never regarded the other as Shen Zongzhu.

But now, the youth wore ink-black robes.

Yet they were more dazzling than the Nanyang Great Sun patterns on the white robe!

(End of this chapter)