Chapter 193

In an instant, Di Zhentian's face turned pale and his aura withered.

Xu Chen said lightly, "Only six afterimages and you can't take it? If I cast nine figures, you'd probably already be dead."

"Whoosh!"

While speaking, Xu Chen moved once more behind Di Zhentian.

Di Zhentian's soul nearly fled his body on the spot; his Mad Blade Hegemon Body actually couldn't withstand the hand seal from just now.

Could it be that Xu Chen's Six Phantom Hand Seals martial art grade surpassed even low-grade Heaven-rank?

He didn't dare imagine it, and could only wield the Batian Mad Blade, slashing fiercely at Xu Chen behind him. "Whoosh!"

But before Di Zhentian's blade could reach him, Xu Chen had already vanished eerily and reappeared on Di Zhentian's other side.

"Your Divine Sense probably isn't that strong either."

"After all, you only barely advanced to ninth-rank within a month."

Xu Chen's faint voice rang beside Di Zhentian's ear, sending a chill coursing through Di Zhentian's entire body.

"Ah!"

In an instant, Xu Chen's Divine Soul-Suppressing Palm was already unleashed.

An invisible, colorless palm seal, yet carrying the momentum to shatter space, slammed violently into Di Zhentian.

Di Zhentian let out a miserable shriek on the spot, then dropped the Batian Mad Blade, clutched his skull with both hands, and rolled wildly across the ground.

Xu Chen stomped a foot onto Di Zhentian's skull, pinning him motionless. "A dignified Crown Prince of the Immortal Empire, hailed as a ninth-rank existence, and this is all you've got?"

Xu Chen's faint voice slowly emerged from his lips.

In a flash, the tens of thousands below, friend and foe alike, were all stunned.

The many powerhouses of the Immortal Empire stared at the scene with faces full of disbelief.

Both at ninth-rank, and His Highness was actually being brutalized?

How could this be possible? His Highness is a heaven-blessed prodigy of the world, even comparable to a Son of Luck!

Luo Shen and the others were also full of astonishment.

Both at ninth-rank, yet Xu Chen could casually crush Di Zhentian — she couldn't believe it.

She had thought there would be an intensely fierce battle, and then Xu Chen would barely win.

But no, the fight just now was like crushing dry weeds and snapping rotten wood — over in the blink of an eye.

Xu Chen now wore a proud look, gazing down at Di Zhentian with an indifferent expression.

He felt no wild joy after victory, because a mere Di Zhentian wasn't worth getting excited over.

In his past life he had single-handedly blasted to death who knows how many Immortal Emperors — he couldn't even remember.

A tiny Di Zhentian, whose combat experience and martial art grade were far inferior to his, was nothing to be happy about. Especially the moment just now when Di Zhentian didn't know how to defend and was sent flying by a single palm — that was a sign of low experience.

He had the ninth-rank realm, but not the corresponding strength and experience of ninth-rank. "Crack!"

After speaking, Xu Chen's right foot pressed down hard and ground back and forth on Di Zhentian's head.

In an instant, Di Zhentian's skull fractured slightly, and the sound rang out clearly.

But such an injury was nothing to a ninth-rank. Xu Chen said lightly, "You trash, do you concede?" Di Zhentian roared through gritted teeth, "I will never concede…"

Xu Chen said cheerfully, "You all heard that — he's the one who won't concede, don't blame me…"

After speaking, Xu Chen moved his right foot away.

He naturally couldn't kill him, or else the Luo Tianjian would be gone.

But since this trash wouldn't concede, that didn't mean he couldn't cripple his limbs.

So Xu Chen stepped directly onto Di Zhentian's hand, snapping all five fingers at once, fresh blood streaming out.

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

Then Xu Chen delivered another kick that severed Di Zhentian's Achilles tendons, drawing a hoarse, blood-curdling scream from him.

In the end, Di Zhentian was like a beaten prisoner — weak and powerless, lips trembling, convulsing nonstop.

Just as Xu Chen was about to destroy Di Zhentian's dantian, the powerhouses of the Immortal Empire hurriedly said, "We concede."

Xu Chen said cheerfully, "I remember it was agreed beforehand that you couldn't interfere with the match, right?"

While speaking, Xu Chen's right foot stepped onto the other side of Di Zhentian's face, shattering half of his teeth.

In an instant, Di Zhentian's face and the corners of his mouth were covered in fresh blood, his expression wretched beyond compare.

At this point, Di Zhentian's dignity had already been trampled into nothing by Xu Chen, his face utterly gone. The powerhouses of the Immortal Empire said with dark expressions, "He can't speak, so we'll speak for him." They knew Di Zhentian would never concede on his own — he couldn't afford to lose face like that.

But they had to concede, or Di Zhentian would be done for.

Xu Chen cheerfully lifted his foot, but just before doing so, a mark silently sank into Di Zhentian's body.

It was a Death Mark — as long as he made it detonate, Di Zhentian would die completely, body and soul destroyed.

He wouldn't use such a thing on others, but for a filthy gutter rat like Di Zhentian, he had to play a few tricks.

So, under the gaze of everyone, he kicked Di Zhentian off the stage with one foot.

In an instant, Di Zhentian spat out another mouthful of fresh blood, nearly passing out.

Xu Chen, meanwhile, stood in the middle of the arena, still wearing an indifferent expression and a smile on his face.

The many powerhouses of the Immortal Empire, seeing this, all gnashed their teeth, while a hint of wariness flickered in their eyes.

This Xu Chen, at such a young age, already had such achievements.

If he grew up, what then?

Tonight, if possible, they had to kill him.

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

But for now, winning the match and salvaging face was more important. So they said coldly, "If that's the case, then we proceed to the second trial — the alchemy trial."

"Let's be clear first — you cannot lose a single one of these three trials. If you lose, the Empress must marry our Crown Prince." Xu Chen scoffed, "If you can win even one round, then it's my problem. Come, I'm taking over this alchemy trial too."

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