Chapter 318

At this moment, everyone stared, stunned, at Lan Yun—small in stature, yet with an exquisitely beautiful face and an extraordinary aura.

They never imagined Xu Chen's woman could be so young.

And Xu Chen didn't even spare someone this young—what a beast!

Instantly, all eyes turned sharply toward Xu Chen, faces twisted with odd expressions.

Xu Chen's lips twitched—what are you all staring at? Lan Yun followed me of her own accord.

I haven't touched a single woman since then—what's with your looks?

Lan Yun regarded the disheveled Xun Yan coolly: "Behave yourself, or you won't return to Yaoguang Holy Land today."

Xun Yan's face darkened, and for the moment, he dared not utter another word.

Three terrifying women.

One who cultivates Death Qi—a Ling Huang, Five Turns.

One who arrays—Bu Fengshuang, a Saint Grade Seven Star Array Master.

This little girl who slapped him flying—she's at least Six Turns.

This last one terrified him the most.

He had always believed he was the strongest genius here.

But reality crushed him utterly, leaving him worthless.

Even now, allied with his junior sister, he had no guarantee of victory.

Thinking this, he gritted his teeth and glared at Xu Chen, face filled with envy and hatred.

Damn Xu Chen—how did he charm all these women?!

Not only are they rare beauties, but each one's power is this terrifying.

Damn it!

The Undying Medicine, seeing this scene, looked at Xu Chen with red-rimmed eyes: "Thank you." Xu Chen shook his head: "I said I'd help you—I will. No thanks needed."

The Undying Medicine nodded, moved: "Mm-hmm, when my true body is freed, I'll follow you too—anyone who harms you, I'll kill them."

As she spoke, she clenched her tiny fist, expression resolute. Xu Chen: "..."

Don't follow me, big sister—there's already too many. This idea is bad.

He was speechless, then glared irritably at Heihun: "Destroy this idiot's projection." Everyone was stunned—Heihun was just a projection.

Heihun's eyes narrowed: "Good kid—you figured it out." Xu Chen said: "But your true body isn't much better—also Five Turns."

This is your Soul Clan's unique projection technique—true body and projection are identical.

But only when your realm and Divine Soul reach the peak does your flesh become as fragile as paper.

If you're immobilized, even a Grade One Martial Artist can kill you.

And each time you use it, your soul suffers damage, correct?" Heihun's eyes narrowed: "You seem to know a lot about the Soul Clan—who exactly are you?"

He was secretly alarmed—the Soul Clan, as one of the ancient clans, never casually revealed their arts or traits.

He never expected this insignificant Xu Chen would know.

"Shhh!"

Before Xu Chen could reply, the Saint Grade Seven Star Array fired countless beams of light.

The beams pierced Heihun's projection instantly—thousands of holes appeared.

Soon, Heihun spat out a mouthful of blood.

Heihun glared fiercely at Xu Chen, gritting his teeth: "I'll remember you, Xu Chen."

"Boom!"

Finally, Heihun exploded violently, turning to blood mist, his projection's Divine Soul extinguished completely.

Xu Chen didn't care—Heihun would appear again in the coming major plot.

Next time, I'll erase his true body outright.

Thinking this, Xu Chen turned to Di Tianlong, trembling in fear.

He chuckled lightly: "What? Lost your arrogance?"

Di Tianlong gritted his teeth: "Xu Chen, if you have guts, don't rely on women—fight me fairly."

If you win, you take Su Yuheng away—her consumption of my resources is forgiven."

"If not, even if Su Yuheng leaves and I die, she'll be slandered by thousands." Su Yuheng said coolly: "Slander? I don't care."

Yet as she spoke, her fist clenched slightly.

Xu Chen noticed—he understood Su Yuheng well.

She did care about her reputation; she'd said that just to keep him from getting hurt.

So Xu Chen lifted his gaze and said to Di Tianlong: "Fine. Hundreds of thousands are witnesses—don't regret it."

Di Tianlong's face lit up: "You're just a Three Turns Martial Saint—you can't possibly beat me in single combat. You're done."

He'd investigated thoroughly—half a year ago, Xu Chen was still only a Three Turns Martial Saint.

His talent wasn't bad, but it took him a full thousand years to advance from Three Turns to Four Turns.

A thousand years—what does that mean?

So Xu Chen couldn't have advanced—he must still be Three Turns.

Three Turns trying to defeat a Four Turns Peak? That's a joke.

Fahai, Qingyou, and others were stunned.

They also thought Xu Chen was doomed—Martial Saints differ drastically in power with even one turn's gap.

Yang Han, Zhao Wuji, Luo Qianshang, Yan Ming, Xun Yan, and others sneered.

Three Turns daring to challenge a Four Turns Peak alone? Seeking death?

Next, let's see how you, Xu Chen, get beaten up!

Especially Yan Ming, a cold, sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Not long ago, Xu Chen had beaten him badly; this time, he wanted to watch Xu Chen get crushed.

But to everyone's surprise, Xu Chen said lightly, "Who told you I'm only a Three-Turn Martial Saint?"

"Hum!"

He gave a contemptuous snort, his body swaying gently.

Then a Four-Turn Martial Saint aura surged from his body, rippling outward like waves.

The aura wasn't violent—he'd restrained it slightly, so the space didn't shatter or crumble.

But this Four-Turn Martial Saint aura left the surrounding forces and the empire's millions of onlookers utterly dumbfounded.

"Holy shit! A Four-Turn Martial Saint in his teens—am I really seeing this right?"

"That bastard Xu was really Third Grade half a year ago—damn, and now he's Fourth Grade after just half a year? Unbelievable. Is this even human? I've truly never seen a Martial Artist break through from Three Turns to Four Turns in just half a year." The crowd stared at Xu Chen, once more struck stupid.

Di Tianlong was even more directly stunned, then shook his head wildly: "Impossible, absolutely impossible." He had spent a thousand years just to advance that one turn—one turn!

And Xu Chen, in only half a year, had advanced to Four Turns?

Yang Han, Zhao Wuji, and Luo Qianshang were petrified on the spot.

Damn! Did Xu Chen swallow some Pills or something?

But this stable aura doesn't look like someone who's swallowed Pills!

Ye Xuan's face was also full of bitterness—Xu Chen had once again gotten ahead of him.

Outside Tian Long Cheng, he had thought he and Xu Chen were both Three-Turn Martial Saints, and so he had been brimming with confidence.

Who would have known Xu Chen had long since reached Four Turns.

Every single time, he fell just a little short of Xu Chen.

Damn it—why is it always like this!

At this moment, everyone was plunged into boundless shock.