Chapter 2475 - 2478: They Are Foreign Races

"Brother Jiang, what’s wrong?"

Yun Hai asked in confusion, while Lu Zheng also stared intently at Jiang Chen, whose expression was constantly changing.

"It seems there’s a corpse filled with evil energy and a powerful spirit inside."

Jiang Chen spoke softly but didn’t reveal the full truth. Though his gaze was directed at Yun Hai, he was secretly watching Lu Zheng out of the corner of his eye.

Upon hearing this, Lu Zheng’s eyes showed a sense of relief and finally a hint of a cunning smile, indicating he was quite pleased with Jiang Chen’s answer.

"A corpse?"

Yan Li’s expression changed, and his eyes glinted coldly: "Yes, City Lord Lu was right; this place must be suppressing an Extraterritorial Alien Race."

"I’ve discovered an ancient book in a relic on this abandoned plain, which records that the Extraterritorial Alien Race primarily focuses on cultivating their physical bodies. If perfected, their bodies can contain the universe and devour worlds."

"Moreover, their power source mainly comes from their physical bodies. Without physical strength, their power degrades several or even dozens of times!"

Jiang Chen’s eyes showed a hint of contemplation upon hearing this.

The Extraterritorial Alien Race’s power degrades without their physical bodies, so the spirit inside can’t be the soul force of the alien race.

The power contained within that primordial spirit is definitely the power of a Saint. If not for the altar’s peculiar nature, I wouldn’t even sense the presence of that primordial spirit.

And if that primordial spirit isn’t from the alien race, but the body is, then Lu Zheng...

"City Lord Lu, although I’ve acquired that sword intent, I can’t let anyone else use it. Once it leaves my control, it will immediately explode, potentially harming you. If you need the sword intent for something, just let me know, perhaps I can help!"

Jiang Chen rolled his eyes, looked up at Lu Zheng and spoke with sincerity.

"Can’t let anyone else use it?"

Lu Zheng was slightly startled, then understanding dawned. After all, it was the sword intent left by the Ancestral Dragon, not meant for those without fate to master.

"Then I must trouble the young friend. Please use the sword intent to slay the Extraterritorial Alien Race under the altar and contribute to the defense of my Void Nether realm!"

Lu Zheng righteously cupped his fists towards Jiang Chen, his eyes full of expectation.

"Slay the alien race?"

Jiang Chen furrowed his brows slightly, then realized. To slay the Extraterritorial Alien Race suppressed beneath the altar, the sword intent must first penetrate the obscure pattern repressing the alien’s physical body, where a Saint’s primordial spirit resides. Does it mean the primordial spirit must be slain first?

"City Lord Lu, I’m sorry, I’ve just acquired the sword intent, and I’m afraid I’m unable to slay such a powerful Extraterritorial Alien Race."

Jiang Chen apologized and cupped his fists towards Lu Zheng.

"Young friend, do you not wish to contribute to the multitude of souls in the Void Nether realm or do you refuse to part with that sword intent? As far as I know, its power is sufficient to slay a Supreme Expert!"

Lu Zheng’s expression changed, shouting angrily.

"Slay a Supreme Expert!?"

Yun Hai and others were all stunned, their eyes filled with extreme shock.

"City Lord Lu, you may not know, it’s been countless years since the ancient wars; the power of that sword intent..."

Jiang Chen hesitated, appearing slightly aggrieved: "If I release the sword intent, you will understand it better."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zheng’s face changed drastically, his eyes filled with caution.

Swish!

Noticing Lu Zheng’s expression, a coldness crept into Jiang Chen’s heart as a dark sword shadow shot from his brow.

Buzz!

A wave of destruction instantly permeated the space.

Yun Hai and the others recoiled in shock, initially wanting to retreat but suddenly realized this destructive aura was much weaker than before, failing to even sap their vitality, leaving them bewildered.

"This... how can it be so weak? That’s impossible! Not long ago, I..."

Lu Zheng’s face turned pale, staring at the dark sword shadow in disbelief.

But he stopped halfway through his words, no longer speaking.

Awhile ago, what happened? Did you leave recently? Otherwise, how would you gauge the strength of the sword intent?

Jiang Chen was almost certain of his thoughts, a cold ruthlessness gleaming in his eyes, while he feigned confusion on his face: "City Lord Lu, I’m really not lying to you. If you still don’t believe, feel the sword intent yourself."

Swish!

With those words, the dark sword shadow slowly flew toward Lu Zheng.

Lu Zheng’s pupils contracted, once deeply haunted by the power of that sword intent. If it weren’t so weak now, he’d be tempted to flee.

Suppressing his inner fear, Lu Zheng stared at the sword shadow, gradually showing a look of delight.

"Haha! Haha..."

As the sword shadow hovered before him, Lu Zheng burst into laughter, confirming the sword shadow posed no threat to him anymore.

Seeing Lu Zheng’s boisterous laughter, Yan Li and the others showed a hint of confusion in their eyes.

"Right, City Lord Lu, I have another sword intent just as weak. Feel both to ensure you don’t accuse me of deceit."

Jiang Chen spoke again, as another dark sword shadow emerged from his brow, flying toward Lu Zheng, its fluctuations almost identical to the previous one.

"Haha, it’s split into countless sword intents, no wonder it’s weakened, haha... Haha... Lu Zheng, without the Ancestral Dragon Sword Intent’s suppression, can you still restrain me?"

Lu Zheng the Necro Spirit laughed aloud, ignoring the approaching sword shadow.

"Lu Zheng? Restrain you? City Lord, what do you mean by restrain yourself?"

Jiang Chen’s eyes revealed a cold smile but feigned confusion on his face.

"Hehe!"

Lu Zheng the Necro Spirit’s expression turned cold, his gaze bloodthirsty as he looked at Jiang Chen and the others: "Naturally, this king won’t restrain myself."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

A dense death qi surged from Lu Zheng the Necro Spirit, blurring his figure, which reformed into a sinister-looking middle-aged man.

"Death Qi transformation!? You’re not City Lord Lu, you’re the Extraterritorial Alien Race?!"

Witnessing this, Yan Li’s heart trembled, screaming.

"Hehe, so what if I am?"

The middle-aged man’s gaze was wicked as he looked at Jiang Chen and the others: "Prepare to become my food, ants suppressed by power constraints."

Yan Li and the others’ faces changed drastically, showing fear. With their current Divine Infant Realm Peak power levels, they were no match for an alien at the Integration Realm Peak.