Chapter 153

When Xu Chen activated his Secret Technique, the Taichu Sacred Land members had already returned to the guesthouse.

Yang Hao's expression darkened slightly: "Today was my fault as Saint Son—I've let all of you lose face." Han You was in high spirits: "Saint Son, you're joking. Today we acquired the Seven-Turn Soul Returning Pill—it's worth a fortune."

Chen Shimian added: "True. Though we spent considerable Spiritual Qi, if we can decipher Xu Chen's method, it'll be a massive gain."

"Impossible. Even if we can't see the full technique, we'd never miss it entirely. This Xu Chen thinks he's won, but in truth, this method holds even greater value for us." Hearing this, Yang Hao nodded: "How long will it take you two elders to uncover the technique?" The two chuckled lightly: "With our Eighth-grade cultivation, one night should suffice." Yang Hao worried: "What if you see nothing?" They were utterly confident: "We've studied others' Pills and weapons before—never once did we come away empty-handed. Otherwise, why would we spend such a price to buy them?" Yang Hao exhaled in relief: "Then the Taichu Sacred Land relies on you two henceforth." The two elders laughed: "Of course, of course." At this moment, Lu Yi sneered: "Too bad—the Poison Qi today didn't harm Xu Chen, only swapped the Spirit Medicine."

"Do the other three Holy Lands truly wish to ally with our Taichu Sacred Land?"

He knew there were conflicting interests among the Four Great Sacred Grounds—unifying them was nearly impossible. Han You's eyes narrowed slightly: "Unclear. But we must try. If we succeed, the Tianzun Dynasty will be ours for the taking."

Lu Yi's lips curled into a cold, sinister smile: "If we succeed, I'll refine Xu Chen into a Spirit Poison Puppet. Hmm, such a powerful man—when turned into a Puppet, he'll be formidable indeed."

With that, Lu Yi's expression grew even more smug.

The other three—Yang Hao, Han You, and Chen Shimian—also sneered. Xu Chen, your death is near.

"Puff!"

The next second, everyone saw Lu Yi suddenly spit a mouthful of blood.

Then, blood began oozing from his nose, eyes, ears, and all seven orifices.

In an instant, Lu Yi's face turned deathly pale, his aura withered, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"H-how could this happen? My Divine Sense is under attack."

"Damn it—I was attacked remotely through my Divine Sense? Impossible…"

Lu Yi's eyes were filled with disbelief; his speech grew agonizingly difficult.

The next instant, Xu Chen's Secret Technique utterly shattered his Divine Sense.

Instantly, all life vanished. His eyes went hollow as he collapsed to the ground, dead.

His expression at death was twisted in agony—clearly, he had endured unimaginable pain.

Han You and the others' pupils shrank; cold sweat instantly coated their bodies: "What happened?"

A Seventh-grade Poison Master had just died before their eyes—before Eighth-grade Experts?

Without a single warning!

Utterly bizarre.

After inspecting the corpse, Han You's face turned grim: "His body is unharmed—but his Divine Sense has been completely annihilated."

Chen Shimian hurried to examine it, then drew a sharp breath: "His Divine Sense was shattered remotely—I've never seen such a technique before."

Yang Hao was equally terrified: "Who did this?"

He was now terrified he might suffer the same fate.

Chen Shimian frowned: "Such Secret Techniques are rare—but one sect specializes in them."

Han You took a deep breath: "The Lingshen Sect. They cultivate exclusively in Divine Sense, killing through it."

They master all kinds of Divine Sense martial arts and Secret Techniques. This time, Xu Chen must have hired someone from the Lingshen Sect." Yang Hao snarled: "That bastard Xu Chen—how did he even know the Lingshen Sect? And how did they execute this technique?"

Han You and Chen Shimian exchanged glances, then seemed to realize something.

Without another word, they ran toward Lu Yi's room.

The moment they opened the door, they saw Lu Yi's Spirit Poison Puppet was already gone.

They instantly understood: "It was the Spirit Poison Puppet—Xu Chen thought of this before us."

Yang Hao arrived quickly and immediately grasped the truth.

"Only a Nine-grade Expert could remove the Spirit Poison Puppet without Lu Yi noticing."

"A Nine-grade Expert? Xu Chen somehow summoned a Nine-grade Expert from the Lingshen Sect? Damn it."

The Taichu Sacred Land members gritted their teeth.

Yang Hao said coldly: "But we have no proof. What do we do?" Han You shook his head: "We ambushed Xu Chen—he immediately killed Lu Yi. We have no choice but to accept it." Chen Shimian sighed: "Indeed. We must swallow this bitter pill. Stay vigilant tonight." Yang Hao clenched his teeth. Though furious, he ultimately gave up. But his hatred for Xu Chen deepened further.

Meanwhile, in the Imperial Palace.

Xu Chen slowly opened his eyes and said calmly: "Killed him. Died with blood flowing from all seven orifices." The women nodded: "Then Yang Hao's face must be terrible."

Xu Chen smiled: "Worse than that. The Taichu Sacred Land people are probably raging helplessly right now."

"Hum!" At that moment, Xu Chen received a call from Zhao Qingyun.

Xu Chen dismissed the female protagonists, entered his room, and poured his Divine Sense into the Jun Tian Mask. Zhao Qingyun: "I've uncovered something interesting about Diyin Sect." Xu Chen: "What?" Zhao Qingyun: "The Shenfeng Sect Saint Son, Zhao Zhendong, and the Lihuo Sect Saint Son, Gao Yao—they're both members of Diyin Sect." Xu Chen: "So Luo Junming has gathered many sect members. This is probably just the second layer." Zhao Qingyun: "Dark moon, high wind—perfect night for killing. Shall we go?" Xu Chen fell into thought—he knew Zhao Qingyun had noticed the Tianzun Dynasty competition had ended, hence her call.

Clearly, Zhao Qingyun had been monitoring his situation. He asked: "I can't leave."

Zhao Qingyun smiled: "If you wish to come, I can bring you." Xu Chen nodded: "Then today, we eliminate Diyin Sect."

"Shhh!"

The instant he spoke, a glowing orb appeared out of thin air on Xu Chen's body. Zhao Qingyun: "Touch this orb with your right hand—you'll be teleported to me."

Xu Chen obeyed. Instantly, the orb glowed brightly, engulfing him in light.

The next second, he was teleported by Space Law to a location. Pitch black. Faint fireflies drifted through the air. A gentle breeze stirred the trees; insect chirps and frog croaks echoed around him. "This is the high mountain beside Xingyun Forest—Xingluo Mountain."

"We're at the mountain's base. Diyin Sect's headquarters lies atop Xingluo Mountain."

"I've summoned You Tianjun and Hao Tianjun—both are stronger than Eighth-grade."

"The Diyin Sect Sect Master is only Seventh-grade, but for safety, I brought these two Heavenly Monarchs." With that, Zhao Qingyun pointed to the two beside her.

You Tianjun spoke in a melodious, calm female voice: "Greetings, Juntianjun." Hao Tianjun bowed: "Please command, Juntianjun." Xu Chen said: "You Tianjun, set up the formation to prevent Diyin Sect's escape. Hao Tianjun, you specialize in Divine Sense attacks—be ready to snipe any unexpected threats. Zhao Qingyun and I will enter the nest directly. You must ensure no incident occurs." Hao Tianjun was secretly startled—how did Jun Tian know he specialized in Divine Sense?

Could it be Bian Tianjun told him? He thought for a moment, then nodded to You Tianjun: "Understood!"

"Go!"

Instantly, Protective Qi enveloped Xu Chen's body, casting a faint glow around him.

The next second, he crossed his arms behind his back, activated the "Shrink Earth to Inch" technique, and shot straight toward the summit. Simultaneously, You Tianjun began setting up the encircling formation, while Hao Tianjun's Divine Sense swept across the entire Xingluo Mountain.

Instantly, he clearly perceived every person's condition on the mountain. He quickly transmitted the information via the mask to Xu Chen: "At the summit, the Diyin Sect Sect Master is drinking with all the Elders."

Around them, courtesans and dancers played music and danced, laughter and merriment filling the air.

The only path to the summit was a winding staircase, manned by fixed guards. About every hundred meters stood a guard, each wearing a bell; should an incident occur, the bell would ring. Zhao Qingyun nodded: "Don't worry—I'm here, the bells won't ring." She could seal space itself—could she not silence a mere bell? "Hum!"

As they walked, the Heavenly Monarch's Eighth Grade array had already taken shape, completely surrounding Xingluo Mountain. At night, this place was utterly deserted; no one knew that danger had descended upon Xingluo Mountain. "Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Xu Chen and Zhao Qingyun simultaneously activated their movement techniques; wherever they passed, the guards were rendered immobile. Xu Chen lightly swept his hand, and a streak of Spiritual Qi slashed forth, cleaving each guard in two. Until death, they never had a chance to cry out or make the bells ring.

Thus, large swaths of guards began silently collapsing in the darkness. "The Diyin Sect dares to move against my Nine Heaven people—today, they shall all be wiped out." Soon, Xu Chen had reached the summit.

He saw the lights of revelry and drinking within.

The Shen Yu battle armor also began slowly enveloping his body. A cold, pale smile curled his lips—slaughter had begun. PS: Fifth chapter!!