Chapter 133

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His body flickered slightly, and he arrived at the training ground first.

Di Zhentian looked coldly at Xu Chen: "You sent a piece of trash to test me; I hope he can last a bit longer."

Having spoken, Di Zhentian also arrived at the training ground.

He clenched his palm, and a mighty great blade, radiating a domineering intent, instantly appeared before everyone's eyes.

Xu Chen gazed intently: the Domineering Heaven Frenzy Blade, one of the national treasures of the Immortal Empire, of the Ninth Rank Extreme level.

A casual, light swing could tear through space, even without emitting spiritual energy.

This Di Zhentian also possessed a Heavenly Grade High Martial Art, aptly named the "Domineering Heaven Frenzy Blade."

There was also a matching martial art named the "Frenzy Blade Domineering Body," of the Heavenly Grade Low level.

Both martial arts have nine layers; combined, they are nearly invincible.

Di Zhentian began cultivating these two martial arts from birth and has now reached the eighth layer.

The reason it is the eighth layer is that he just promoted to the Ninth Rank and had no time to cultivate the ninth layer. "Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Soon, Ye Xuan also erupted with the aura of a Ninth Rank Perfection, beginning to unleash the Haohan Emperor Cloud Sword.

In an instant, the Domineering Heaven Frenzy Blade and the Haohan Emperor Cloud Sword clashed.

In terms of martial arts, the Haohan Emperor Cloud Sword is an Emperor Grade art, actually superior.

Thus, for a moment, the two were evenly matched.

Their blades constantly crossed; what shocked Xu Chen was that Ye Xuan was only slightly at a disadvantage.

0... begging for flowers...

Xu Chen nodded; perhaps this is what a protagonist is, with a cheat!

However, Ye Xuan was ultimately slightly inferior in the abundance of his spiritual energy and was directly blasted away by Di Zhentian.

Di Zhentian was very angry; this was the first time he had fought a Ninth Rank for so long.

This Ninth Rank even made him suffer; he felt that if they were both Ninth Rank, he would have definitely lost just now.

For a moment, he was secretly shocked in his heart: does the Tianzun Imperial Dynasty have such a terrifying genius?

He vaguely felt that this Ye Xuan must be a heavenly prodigy seen once in a thousand years.

And yet, such a person is actually a subordinate of Xu Chen?

At that moment, Ye Xuan immediately said: "I surrender; you win."

Ye Xuan had no intention of fighting to the fullest for Xu Chen, so he said it immediately.

Di Zhentian was annoyed and said coldly: "You surrendered quickly enough; let your big brother come up." Ye Xuan's mouth twitched slightly; what the hell big brother.

He snorted, directly descended from the field, and refused to speak. Xu Chen laughed cheerfully: "You fought my little brother to a standstill, almost evenly matched; is your Ninth Rank made of mud?

Although I often call my little brother trash, now in my opinion, you, Di Zhentian, are even more trash." Xu Chen's words instantly insulted both of them.

Ye Xuan's face turned black, but he could only grit his teeth and remain silent, as it was hard to refute. Di Zhentian's face turned gloomy: "If you have the ability, come up."

"Whoosh!"

Xu Chen wasted no words, directly used spatial movement, and arrived before Di Zhentian. "Boom!"

The next second, Xu Chen's body trembled, and a Ninth Rank Early Stage aura instantly spread out like a sudden tidal wave.

If the training ground did not have a Ninth Rank Defense Array protecting it, it should have shattered completely and turned to dust by now.

Xu Chen's physical body was only Ninth Rank Perfection, so he did not get arrogant and immediately activated his body-protecting aura. "Three months to promote from Ninth Rank Mid Stage to Ninth Rank?"

"This sounds simply incredible."

Everyone in the Tianzun Imperial Dynasty sucked in a cold breath upon seeing this scene.

For Xu Chen, this time, others might take three hundred years, no, even three thousand years.

This shows just how terrifying Xu Chen's talent is. Di Zhentian's heart trembled, and he said coldly: "How old are you?" Xu Chen said indifferently: "Seventeen; how old are you?"

Di Zhentian's mouth twitched slightly; could he say he was thirty-seven and had recklessly consumed countless resources of the empire?

He could not, so finally he could only snort: "Asking about age is useless; true strength is seen in actual combat." Hearing this, Xu Chen immediately became displeased.

Damn it, he hated this kind of person the most; you ask me, I answer, but when I ask you, you don't speak?

Go to hell!

He looked at the Empress: "How old is this bastard?"

The Empress said: "Thirty-seven."

Hearing this, Xu Chen paused, then sneered: "As expected of trash; you aren't even twice my age; no wonder you didn't say.

You are already middle-aged, yet you claim to be of the younger generation; it's laughable." Xu Chen's sharp words instantly angered Di Zhentian, who roared: "What's the use of talking so much? Are you stronger than me?"

Xu Chen's eyes released extreme coldness: "You will know very soon."

"Whoosh!"

Having spoken, Xu Chen suddenly vanished from his spot.

This time, he was going to get serious.

At this moment, Xu Chen activated his body-protecting aura and released a Ninth-Rank aura.

In the blink of an eye, he clenched his fist, infused with spiritual energy, and smashed it toward Di Zhentian.

Di Zhentian's face grew cold, and the Ba Tian Frenzy in his hand struck Xu Chen's fist directly. "Bang!"

A collision sound rang out, accompanied by the release of frenzied spiritual energy.

The turbulent spiritual energy at the point of impact instantly spread outward like ripples. "Daring to clash your flesh against my Ninth-Grade Supreme Weapon, you are seeking death," Di Zhentian sneered. "Let's see if your fist doesn't shatter."

The moment he finished speaking, he expected to see Xu Chen's expression of agonized struggle.

But the next second, his pupils contracted slightly.

He saw that Xu Chen's fist was completely wrapped in aura, showing no sign of injury whatsoever.

The body-protecting aura remained undamaged, and his own body stood immovable.

Di Zhentian was internally shocked. How could this be?

His Ba Tian Frenzy Blade was a Heavenly-Grade Advanced Martial Art, yet striking the opponent's body left the opponent completely unaffected.

Was this Xu Chen even more absurd than that Ye Xuan?

"Whoosh!"

Just as he was startled, a sharp blade energy carrying a frenzied momentum instantly rebounded from Xu Chen's body.

That aura, that killing intent, was exactly the same as his previous strike. "It can rebound, and at one hundred percent," Di Zhentian said, his pupils contracting again.

How could Xu Chen possess such a formidable weapon?

He roared, "You have an aura; does that mean my flesh is inferior?"

Finishing his words, unwilling to yield, he attempted to clash his own flesh against the blade energy of his Ba Tian Frenzy Blade.

For a moment, the two collided with a thunderous crash. "Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

Unlike Xu Chen, who remained immovable, Di Zhentian, though his flesh did not break, was forced back over a dozen steps.

His originally ruddy face now showed a hint of pallor.

Clearly, the blade energy of his Ba Tian Frenzy Blade, worthy of a Heavenly-Grade Advanced strike, had its effect.

A mere Heavenly-Grade Low-Grade Frenzy Blade Dominant Body was still lacking.

"I haven't even exerted force, and you've already retreated. Such trash dares to claim he will marry a woman of mine, Xu Chen?" Xu Chen sneered, revealing the arrogant smile befitting a villain.

The next second, he activated spatial movement again, appearing directly before Di Zhentian. A faint voice issued from Xu Chen's mouth: "Extreme Shadow Heavenly Wind Hand." The moment he finished speaking, Xu Chen's hands shifted, and six afterimages danced continuously.

Accompanying this was the howling of a hurricane.

The instant this hurricane appeared, space itself shattered, and chaotic spatial currents surged wildly. "Bang!"

The Extreme Shadow Heavenly Wind Hand, bearing six afterimages, struck Di Zhentian's shoulder directly within Di Zhentian's contracting pupils.

"Pfft!"

Facing such a formidable martial art, Di Zhentian wildly slashed with his great blade, but upon touching Xu Chen, it proved utterly useless. In an instant, his body, like a kite with a broken string, was sent flying backward.

A mouthful of fresh blood was violently spat out at that very moment.

— Author's Notes —

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