Chapter 191

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

Di Zhentian looked coldly at Xu Chen: "You sent a waste to test me. I hope he can last a little longer."

After speaking, Di Zhentian also arrived at the Yanwuchang.

He clenched his palm, and a powerful great blade radiating an overbearing intent instantly appeared in everyone's view.

Xu Chen focused his gaze — the Batian Mad Blade, one of the Immortal Empire's nation-guarding weapons, at the Ninth Grade Extreme Level.

With a casual light swing, even without releasing Spiritual Qi, it could tear through space.

This Di Zhentian also possessed a Heaven Grade advanced martial art, also called "Batian Mad Blade."

There was also a supporting martial art named "Mad Blade Overlord Body," Heaven Grade low-level.

The two martial arts each had nine layers, and when combined they were nearly invincible.

Di Zhentian had begun cultivating these two martial arts from the moment he was born, and had now cultivated to the eighth layer.

The reason it was only the eighth layer was because he had just advanced to Jiupin Chuji and had no time to practice the ninth layer. "Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Soon, Ye Xuan also erupted with the aura of Eighth Grade Perfection and began executing the Haoxuan Emperor Cloud Sword.

In an instant, the Batian Mad Blade and the Haoxuan Emperor Cloud Sword had already begun to clash.

In terms of martial arts, the Haoxuan Emperor Cloud Sword was an Emperor Tier martial art, and was actually a notch superior.

So for the time being, the two fought to a draw.

The blades and swords of both sides continuously crossed. What shocked Xu Chen was that Ye Xuan had only fallen slightly behind.

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Xu Chen nodded. Perhaps this was the protagonist — he had a cheat!

But in the end, Ye Xuan was slightly inferior in the sheer abundance of Spiritual Qi, and was directly blasted away by Di Zhentian.

Di Zhentian was very annoyed — this was the first time he had fought an Eighth Grade for so long.

Moreover, this Eighth Grade had even made him suffer. He felt that if they were both Jiupin, he would surely have just lost.

For a moment, he was secretly shocked in his heart — this Tianzun Dynasty actually had such a terrifying genius?

He vaguely felt that this Ye Xuan must be a once-in-a-millennium prodigy.

Yet someone like this was actually Xu Chen's little brother?

At this moment Ye Xuan immediately said: "I concede. You win."

Ye Xuan had no intention of fighting with all his might for Xu Chen, so he immediately said so.

Di Zhentian was furious and said coldly: "Lucky you admitted it quickly. Send your big brother up." Ye Xuan's mouth corner twitched slightly — what the hell big brother.

He snorted coldly, stepped off the field directly, too lazy to speak. Xu Chen said cheerfully: "You fought my little brother to such back-and-forth exchanges, almost evenly matched — is your Jiupin molded from mud?

Although I often call my little brother waste, but now in my view, you Di Zhentian are even more of a waste." Xu Chen's words instantly insulted two people at once.

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

"Whoosh!"

Xu Chen didn't waste words either, directly executing Space Movement and arriving before Di Zhentian. "Boom!"

The next second, Xu Chen's body shook, and an aura of Jiupin Chuji instantly surged like a terrifying wave and spread out abruptly.

If not for the Yanwuchang being protected by a Jiupin defensive grand formation, it should have all shattered and turned to flying ash by now.

Xu Chen's physical body was only at Eighth Grade Perfection now, so he didn't get arrogant, and directly activated his Protective Qi. "In just three months, you've advanced from Eighth Grade Middle Stage to Jiupin?"

"That sounds simply unbelievable."

The people of the Tianzun Dynasty, seeing this scene, instantly drew in a cold breath.

For Xu Chen to take this amount of time, others might need three hundred years — no, three thousand years was also possible.

From this, one could see just how terrifyingly monstrous Xu Chen's talent was. Di Zhentian's heart jolted, and he said coldly: "How old are you?" Xu Chen said lightly: "Seventeen. How old are you?"

Di Zhentian's mouth corner twitched slightly — could he say he was thirty-seven, and had crazily occupied countless resources of the Empire?

He couldn't, so in the end he could only snort coldly: "Asking age is useless — real combat shows true skill." Xu Chen heard this and instantly became unhappy.

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

Screw your mother!

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

The Empress said: "Thirty-seven."

Xu Chen was stunned upon hearing this, then sneered: "As expected, a waste. Not even double my age, no wonder you wouldn't say.

You're already middle-aged, yet you still call yourself part of the younger generation — laughing me to death." Xu Chen's sharp words instantly provoked Di Zhentian, who raged: "So much talk, is it useful? Can you be stronger than me?"

Xu Chen's eyes released an extreme cold intent: "You'll know very soon."

"Whoosh!"

After speaking, Xu Chen abruptly vanished from where he stood.

He — this time, was going to get serious.

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