Chapter 349

At this moment, Zhao Qingyun had already left.

But the scene was utterly silent, everyone frozen in stunned disbelief.

They stared blankly at Zhao Qingyun's retreating back, utterly dumbfounded.

Xu Chen's women are truly terrifying!

This one is powerful, that one is powerful too.

Absolutely cannot be provoked.

"Boom!"

Then, Yan Song, who had been slammed into the ground, shot back up from the earth.

He panted heavily, his clothes torn, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

There was no trace of arrogance left on his face.

Only fear and dread remained.

He trembled as he stared at Zhao Qingyun's departing figure, swallowing hard.

Damn it, how many women does Xu Chen have? How can this one be so terrifying?

She is still the Heavenly Monarch of the Nine Heavens.

Rumor has it the Heavenly Monarch of the Nine Heavens is one who can calculate the Heavenly Secret.

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Thinking of this, Yan Song's body shuddered as if struck by lightning.

Could Xu Chen's friend be…

Upon realizing this, he sucked in a sharp breath.

If this were true, then he had truly offended the wrong person.

For a moment, his expression grew complex, and he dared not speak another word.

At this moment, Qin Xiran and Li Ruoling stepped forward.

The two women glanced at Yan Song with cold disdain and sneered: "Your Majesty's combat prowess is impressive!"

Yan Song dared not act boldly now; he could only twitch his lips and ask: "What do you want?"

The two women replied: "We also wish to enter Taihua Mountain. You wouldn't object, would you?"

Before, Yan Song would have sneered and said it was impossible.

But now, Yan Song was numb.

In the end, he twitched his lips and said: "No."

He was genuinely terrified.

Qin Xiran is the Saintess of Cihang Jingzhai; Li Ruoling is the Saintess of Jixia Academy.

He truly couldn't be sure whether these two women had any power—

Upon hearing this, the two women nodded coolly.

Then, they walked straight in, bold and unafraid.

"Holy shit, was it really that easy?"

Seeing this, everyone was stunned.

Was the mighty Seven-turn Martial Saint emperor really backing down before two women?

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would believe this was real?

Soon, Qin Xiran and Li Ruoling vanished from sight, swiftly disappearing into Taihua Mountain.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji, Xun Yan, Di Lintian, and others laughed lightly: "Your Majesty, we're entering too." Hearing this, Yan Song's face darkened slightly.

Damn it, if he hadn't lost his arm and been injured, he would have told them to get lost.

But now he dared not say it—what if they all turned on him at once?

He might suffer even worse, even perish. So he gritted his teeth and said: "Gentlemen, if you insist on entering, don't say I didn't warn you. If you can't get out yourselves, don't blame anyone else."

Zhao Wuji, Yang Han, Xun Yan, Di Lintian, and others laughed: "No need to trouble Your Majesty." With that, the four vanished instantly from their spots and plunged straight into Taihua Mountain.

Likewise, seeing Yan Song no longer blocking them, the crowd's faces lit up with ecstatic joy.

They silently thanked Di Hanzhi and the Heavenly Monarch, then their eyes burned with fanaticism.

The Undying Medicine's true form—we've come! "Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Immediately, whether they were Martial Saints or not, all the powerful figures

Now surged wildly toward Taihua Mountain like a flood.

As if the temperature inside—thousands of degrees below zero—were utterly meaningless.

Soon, at least a million entered, and the number kept rising.

Yan Song and his subordinates watched this scene, their lips twitching.

Do these fools truly believe the immortals and gods within Taihua Mountain won't notice?

When you go in, you'll surely come out. "Hm?"

But to Yan Song and the others' surprise, the Martial Artists entering seemed to encounter no problems.

Yan Song narrowed his eyes—immortals and gods could crush them instantly.

Yet they hadn't moved. Was this a trap? To lure them all in and then net them?

Wait until everyone is inside, then sweep them all up at once?" "Ssssh!"

Yan Song suppressed his curiosity and stirred Spiritual Qi in his right hand.

In an instant, a Spirit Qi Mirror appeared before him.

This Spirit Qi Mirror could show everything happening inside Taihua Mountain.

At this moment, the figure reflected in Yan Song's mirror was Xu Chen.

He stared intently at the image, his curiosity burning fiercely.

He desperately wanted to know what tricks Xu Chen might pull off.

At this moment, Xu Chen and the three women stood before the altar of Taihua Mountain.

Countless furious cold winds, like hurricanes, sought to freeze the four into ice statues.

Xu Chen had the Taihua Ice Cicada Robe; Hua Fei and Hua Yang naturally did too.

As for Han Ruoxi, toxic mist enveloped her body, blocking all cold qi.

Thus, the four remained unharmed.

At this moment, Huayang Gongzhu looked at Hua Fei, her face flushed red, and said: "Sister, what should we do now?"

Clearly, Huayang Gongzhu still felt uneasy with the title "sister."

Hua Fei smiled sweetly, her allure intoxicating: "Mi'er, you should call me Mian Sister." As she spoke, she traced her jade finger under Huayang Gongzhu's chin and kissed her.

She looked exactly like a queen.

Huayang Gongzhu's voice grew faint, her face even redder.

Huayang Gongzhu clenched her silver teeth, then blushed and said: "Mian Sister, what should I, Mi'er, do?"

Hua Fei, hearing this, curved her crimson lips into a perfect smile: "We, of course, must listen to Xu Lang."

Huayang Gongzhu turned to Xu Chen: "Mm-hmm, Chen Brother, what should we do?" Xu Chen rolled his eyes—damn, you two really know how to put on a show.

Someone who didn't know would think you two were into girls.

Outside, Yan Song, witnessing this scene, felt like he was about to explode.

Yan Song was furious—those two bastards deserved to die.

At this moment, Xu Chen looked around calmly and said: "Wait. We're the offerings—they'll strike soon." The moment he finished speaking, a cruel laugh rang out: "Hehe, boy, you don't seem afraid at all. Do you really think, just because you're a Martial Saint, we can't consume you?" As he spoke, a mass of black mist appeared above the Taihua Mountain altar. The mist slowly coalesced into a massive dark form.

Upon closer inspection, it was a Divine Soul.

But this Divine Soul radiated chilling cold.

Clearly, it had fused with ice and snow—no ordinary Divine Soul.

Behind this one came a second, then a third.

Finally, nine Divine Souls altogether appeared above Xu Chen.

They opened their bloodied maws, unleashing powerful Divine Sense, just like ghosts. "Boy, are you afraid yet?"

The group of Divine Souls sneered relentlessly.

Xu Chen nodded: "Yeah, I'm a little afraid you'll run away."

Upon hearing this, the Divine Souls froze.

In all their long lives, they had never heard such words before.

Was this kid insane?

For a moment, they felt uneasy.

It seemed the person Yan Song delivered this time was off.

But what exactly was wrong?