Chapter 122

He felt that anyone would find it somewhat difficult to resist.

He took a deep breath: "Stop it, Miss Yin took my hand herself; I couldn't even pull away." He wasn't lying; the girl truly hadn't let go.

The Empress began to look at Yin Suyun, lightning flashing in her eyes.

Yin Suyun looked straight back at the Empress, showing no fear whatsoever.

The former ruler and subject were now both vying for Xu Chen's attention, unwilling to fall behind.

The many powerful figures around them stared in stunned silence.

Damn! Awesome!

For a man like Xu Chen, aside from envy and jealousy, they could only say he was awesome. The Empress said resentfully: "Next time remember to take my hand, otherwise you are not allowed to come to the Tianling Gathering Qi Tower." Xu Chen was stunned; he feared that if he spoke further, the Empress would add even more conditions. He directly clasped his hands and said: "Your Majesty the Empress, I take my leave."

Having spoken, he took Yin Suyun and headed straight for the Heavenly Sword Sect. As for the Empress, she stamped her jade foot: "Dead man." The powerful figures: "..."

At this moment, within the Sky Sword Sect.

The major sects of the Puppet Suppression Alliance had already gathered here.

Since powerful figures like Guan Luoyun were tied up, there were no Ninth-Rank experts present.

There were some who had reached the peak of Eighth Rank, but they were not under Xu Chen's jurisdiction.

As the Young Alliance Leader, Xu Chen could command experts around the early and mid-Eighth Rank, as well as those below Eighth Rank.

Those above that realm were under Guan Luoyun's authority alone.

At this moment, chaos raged endlessly within the Sky Sword Sect.

Counting carefully, there were over thirty fully formed puppets.

Most young geniuses were around the Sixth and Seventh Ranks, able only to approach the incomplete puppets.

An Yan, the Holy Son of the Seven Beauties Pavilion, spoke with a grim face: "Damn it, it's only been half a month; how have the puppets grown so strong?"

Gongsun Liuli said indifferently: "If you are afraid, then just watch from the sidelines. Xu Chen would not complain like you."

An Yan's mouth twitched. If I had the strength, I would crush them with a single punch; why would I complain?

Thinking this, he immediately shut his mouth, his face grim, too afraid to speak.

On the other side, Liang Qing, the Sect Master of the Sky Sword Sect, watched the battle below, completely stunned.

Why did these calamities come to his Sky Sword Sect and not to other sects!

His disciples had suffered countless casualties, and his sect's strength had already plummeted!

Fortunately, there was the Puppet Suppression Alliance; otherwise, he wouldn't even know where to cry. "Heh, mere Eighth-Rank puppets, how dare they act so arrogantly now." At that moment, a young genius suddenly unleashed an early-Eighth-Rank aura.

Instantly, the aura surged like a terrifying tide, roaring as it spread to the surroundings.

Many incomplete puppets were immediately blasted away by this person's aura.

Everyone looked up; this person was none other than Feng Qianling.

The Holy Son of the Wind Sand Pavilion, who had been severely beaten and terrified into urinating by Xu Chen half a month ago.

Had this Holy Son of the Wind Sand Pavilion broken through?

Feng Qianling laughed loudly: "Among the younger generation, even Xu Chen can no longer compete with me." His aura seemed slightly unsteady, but his realm was indeed early Eighth Rank.

Bu Fengshuang, seeing this scene, said: "I heard the Wind Sand Pavilion has a forbidden area; if one breaks through it, one can obtain an extraordinary opportunity."

Gongsun Liuli nodded: "Feng Qianling is lucky; he must have passed it and received a spiritual energy anointment."

Yi Bingruo said with relief: "So that's why. No wonder he dares to challenge Xu Chen."

Hearing this, Feng Qianling immediately sneered: "Xu Chen? Is he that strong?"

His words were full of arrogance.

It seemed that the once overwhelmingly powerful Xu Chen could only kneel before him now.

Many experts nodded as well; the spiritual energy anointment of the Wind Sand Pavilion.

Perhaps Feng Qianling could now fight Xu Chen?

After all, this was a solid early Eighth Rank, a level many elders could not reach.

"Am I strong or not? Don't you, the one I scared into urinating, know?"

The instant Feng Qianling finished speaking, a faint voice suddenly came from between heaven and earth.

Everyone's bodies trembled; it was Xu Chen's voice.

"Buzz!"

Having spoken, Xu Chen and Yin Suyun's figures slowly stepped out from a spatial vortex.

At this moment, almost all gazes in the world focused on Xu Chen and Yin Suyun.

The women were stunned, then pouted, their silver teeth clenched tightly. Damn, another little flirt.

But this little flirt seemed quite powerful; Yin Suyun!

This woman appeared already at the Eighth Rank, wielding the Eighth-Rank supreme weapon Cloud Spirit Evil-Slaying Spear, and possessing Heaven-Rank martial arts.

In other words, she could fight above her realm.

Xu Chen looked at Feng Qianling and said expressionlessly: "Why can't you be a bit more low-key?"

Feng Qianling sneered: "Low-key? I have strength; why should I be low-key? Are you afraid of me?" Hearing this, Yin Suyun was about to step forward and crush Feng Qianling.

However, Xu Chen stopped her: "It is more suitable for me to handle this."

Feng Qianling snorted: "You think because you have an extra female general by your side, I..."

"Bang!"

Before he could finish, Xu Chen's figure appeared, and a whip-kick struck his face.

The speed was terrifying.

"Pfft!"

Before Feng Qianling could finish his words, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and many teeth flew out.

Feng Qianling's entire body spun in the air for over ten rotations before finally stabilizing.

"Bang!"

But before he could stabilize, Xu Chen's second whip-kick directly struck Feng Qianling's back.

Accompanied by a cracking sound, Feng Qianling's waist suddenly snapped, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

"Whoosh!"

Xu Chen constantly changed positions; each time he shifted, he delivered a whip-kick.

After nine strikes, Xu Chen kicked Feng Qianling down.

The entire process took Xu Chen only two seconds.

Instantly, Feng Qianling's entire body, like a kite with a broken string, shot downward with a sudden burst.

Upon landing, a thunderous boom echoed as cracks spiderwebbed across the ground, and dust swirled in a violent cloud.

Yet Xu Chen remained calm, utterly unscathed, his white robes fluttering in the wind.

Xu Chen said calmly, "I didn't even throw a strike, and you've already fallen."

Just now, Xu Chen had used only his foot, a weapon he was not particularly skilled with.

Even so, at this moment, he was crushing Feng Qianling as easily as one would crush a dog.

He hadn't used a single wisp of spiritual energy; his physical body was more than enough.

Down below, Feng Qianling trembled as he struggled to his feet, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his body shaking uncontrollably.

He stared blankly at Xu Chen, his eyes filled with disbelief: "Impossible. We are both at the early stage of the Eighth Rank, yet how can you be so strong?"

Yin Suyun could no longer hold her tongue: "Who told you that Chen is at the early stage of the Eighth Rank?"

Feng Qianling's pupils shrank slightly: "The physical body you just used against me... could it be at the mid-stage of the Eighth Rank? Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Xu Chen smiled: "You've never seen a genius like me, have you? Well, today you have."

"With my mid-stage Eighth Rank physical body just now, I could crush you like a dog." The crowd instantly caught the implication in Xu Chen's words.

"Could crush?"

Could Xu Chen possibly mean...

Feng Qianling gritted his teeth: "What do you mean?"

Xu Chen said calmly: "Does this Young Alliance Master need to explain himself to you? Trash like you dares to challenge me?"

For a moment, Xu Chen's face was filled with arrogance as he looked down disdainfully, regarding Feng Qianling as nothing more than swine or a dog.

Feng Qianling's face turned a sickly green, and he dared not utter another arrogant word.

— Author's Notes —

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