Chapter 134

For a moment, Di Zhentian's face turned pale, his aura withering.

Xu Chen said indifferently, "Only six residual shadows, and you cannot endure? If I were to unleash nine shadow forms, you would likely already be dead."

"Whoosh!"

As he spoke, Xu Chen moved once more behind Di Zhentian.

Di Zhentian instantly felt his soul flee; his Tyrant Body technique could not even block the hand seal he had just used.

Could it be that the martial arts grade of Xu Chen's Six-Shadow Phantom Hand Seal surpasses even the Low-Grade Heavenly Tier?

He dared not imagine it, so he could only wield the Tyrant Heaven Wild Blade, slashing fiercely at Xu Chen behind him. "Whoosh!"

Unexpectedly, before Di Zhentian could even land a strike, Xu Chen had already vanished mysteriously, appearing on Di Zhentian's other side.

"Your spiritual sense should not be strong either."

"After all, you only barely ascended to the Ninth Rank within a month."

Xu Chen's indifferent voice rang in Di Zhentian's ears, causing the latter to shiver with cold.

"Ahhh!"

In an instant, Xu Chen unleashed his "Divine Spirit Soul-Calming Palm."

The invisible, colorless palm print carried the momentum of shattering space, slamming violently into Di Zhentian.

Di Zhentian immediately let out a wail, dropped the Tyrant Heaven Wild Blade, clutched his head with both hands, and rolled frantically on the ground.

Xu Chen stepped on Di Zhentian's head, pinning him down. "A true crown prince of the Undying Empire, a being hailed as Ninth Rank, and this is all you have?"

Xu Chen's indifferent voice slowly issued from his lips.

In that instant, the tens of thousands of spectators below, friend or foe, were all stunned.

The many powerful figures of the Undying Empire looked at the scene, their faces filled with disbelief.

Both are Ninth Rank, yet the Crown Prince is being utterly dominated?

How is this possible? The Crown Prince is a favored son of heaven, even comparable to a child of fortune!

Luo Shen and others were equally shocked.

Both are Ninth Rank, yet Xu Chen can easily dominate Di Zhentian; she could not believe it.

She had expected an intensely fierce battle, with Xu Chen barely emerging victorious.

But no, the fight just now was like sweeping away withered wood, ending with extreme speed.

Xu Chen now wore an expression of arrogance, looking down on Di Zhentian with a calm face.

He felt no wild joy after victory, for a mere Di Zhentian was not worth such excitement.

In his past life, he had single-handedly slaughtered countless Immortal Emperors; he could not even remember the number.

A small fry like Di Zhentian, whose combat experience and martial arts grade were far inferior to his own, what was there to be happy about? Especially Di Zhentian's inability to counter the previous move, followed by being slapped away with a single palm, was a clear sign of his lack of experience.

Possessing the Ninth Rank realm, yet lacking the corresponding strength and experience of that realm. "Crack!"

Having spoken, Xu Chen forcefully dragged his right foot back and forth over Di Zhentian's head.

In an instant, Di Zhentian's skull cracked slightly, the sound clearly audible.

However, such an injury was nothing for a Ninth Rank cultivator. Xu Chen said indifferently, "Useless thing, do you yield?" Di Zhentian roared from his mouth, "I will never yield..."

Xu Chen chuckled, "You heard him; he refuses to yield. Do not blame me..."

Having spoken, Xu Chen lifted his right foot.

He naturally could not kill him, or else Luo Tianjian would be lost.

However, since this useless thing refused to yield, it did not mean Xu Chen could not harm his limbs.

Thus, Xu Chen stepped directly on Di Zhentian's palm, causing all five fingers to snap suddenly, blood gushing forth.

Di Zhentian's body trembled and convulsed, his face instantly twisting to the extreme. "Ahhh!"

Afterwards, Xu Chen stomped again, severing the tendons in Di Zhentian's legs, causing the latter to let out a hoarse, desperate scream.

Finally, Di Zhentian resembled a beaten prisoner, weak and powerless, his lips trembling, convulsing uncontrollably.

Just as Xu Chen was about to destroy Di Zhentian's dantian, a powerful figure from the Undying Empire hurriedly said, "We yield."

Xu Chen chuckled, "I recall we agreed beforehand that you could not interfere with the match, correct?"

As he spoke, Xu Chen stepped again on the other side of Di Zhentian's face, causing half of his teeth to shatter.

In that moment, Di Zhentian's face and the corners of his mouth were covered in blood, his expression utterly miserable.

By now, Di Zhentian's dignity had been completely trampled by Xu Chen, his honor utterly gone. The powerful figure from the Undying Empire said with a gloomy face, "He cannot speak; we will speak for him." They knew Di Zhentian would not yield voluntarily; he could not bear such shame.

But they had to yield, or else Di Zhentian would be dead.

Xu Chen chuckled and lifted his foot, but just before releasing it, a mark quietly entered Di Zhentian's body.

It was a death mark; if he caused it to explode, Di Zhentian would die completely, his spirit and form annihilated.

He did not use such things on others, but for a rat like Di Zhentian, who lived in a foul ditch, he had to employ some tricks.

Therefore, in full view of everyone, he kicked Di Zhentian off the platform.

In an instant, Di Zhentian spat out another mouthful of blood, nearly fainting to death.

Xu Chen stood in the middle of the arena, his face still calm, a smile on his lips.

The many powerful figures of the Undying Empire, seeing this, ground their teeth in anger, while a hint of caution shone in their eyes.

This Xu Chen, at such a young age, has already achieved such feats.

If he grows up, what then?

Tonight, if possible, he must be killed.

Having thought this, their eyes flickered, and they had already secretly formulated a plan.

However, for now, winning the match and saving face is more important. Thus, they said coldly, "Since that is the case, let us proceed to the second round, the Alchemy competition."

"Let us be clear first: you cannot lose a single one of these three matches. If you lose, the Empress must marry our Crown Prince." Xu Chen sneered, "If you can win even one round, then it is my fault. Come, I will also take charge of this Alchemy competition."

Upon hearing this, the many powerful figures of the Undying Empire's pupils shrank slightly.

Could Xu Chen possibly be a Ninth-Rank Alchemist?

— Author's Notes —

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