Chapter 371: Xu Chen Stands Still and Terrifies Everyone

Xu Chen and Zhao Qingyun heard this and immediately turned their heads.

They discovered that, without them noticing, a large crowd had already gathered here.

From the Wuji Holy Land, the Taichu Sacred Land, and the Yaoguang Holy Land.

Beside the three Saint Sons, eight-turn experts had also appeared, surrounding them without notice.

Shen Yi, the Palace Master of Tianling Palace from the Dark Dragon Abyss, also made his first appearance.

Qingyou from Wudang Mountain? No, this time Wudang Mountain sent its abbot, Qingyuan.

Fahai from Jinshan Temple arrived, but so did Yuanyin, the temple's abbot.

Qingyuan and Yuanyin's strength far surpassed Qingyou and Fahai's.

Each one was above seven-turn.

Also present were the Tianzun Dynasty, the Taihua Dynasty, and the Immortal Empire.

All three kingdoms sent their ancestral elders.

This time, Xu Chen even saw Luo Shen herself arrive.

The aura she now displayed was still at the seven-turn level.

Xu Chen did not believe that seven-turn was her true strength.

Now, these numerous powerful figures, densely packed, numbered in the thousands.

Even the lowest maidservants were ninth-rank experts.

Such a dense gathering of powerful factions was exceedingly rare.

The man who had just spoken to Xu Chen was Crown Prince Yan Tianqing of the Taihua Dynasty.

He appeared to be in his thirties or forties, yet he was already a Four-Turn Martial Saint.

At such a young age, such cultivation—truly an unparalleled prodigy.

Beside Yan Tianqing stood Prince Yan Luofeng of the Taihua Dynasty.

Xu Chen held a higher opinion of this fourth prince.

At this moment, Xu Chen said: "What kind of waste dares compete with me for a seat?"

Yan Tianqing roared: "I am the Prince of the Taihua Dynasty, a Four-Turn Martial Saint!"

"Whoa!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in shock.

Yan Tianqing is this young—and already at four turns?

This is truly a rare genius of the world!

Such a prodigy might reach five turns before fifty. At this moment, Yan Song said calmly: "Jun Tian, my son is indeed impolite—it is his fault.

But you show no respect to me, calling Tianqing a waste—do you look down on me?" "Hum!" As he spoke, Yan Song's body trembled with power, then released the aura of a Seven-Turn Martial Saint.

At this moment, the space itself seemed on the verge of collapse. Yan Song, now full of arrogance, coldly said: "Jun Tian, you have not emerged for a long time—do you even possess seven-turn strength?" Yan Tianqing sneered: "To oppose my father, you seek death." Xu Chen frowned, a flash of killing intent in his eyes.

He had just emerged as Jun Tian—he could not remain passive while being mocked.

This time, Yan Tianqing must die.

He was about to act, when Zhao Qingyun beside him smiled sweetly: "Yan Song, have you forgotten me already?"

Last time, Zhao Qingyun wore a veil; this time, she wore a mask.

Yan Song was momentarily stunned, but the instant Zhao Qingyun spoke, his body jolted and his pupils shrank: "Biann Tianjun." He did not know Jun Tian's strength, but he knew Biann Tianjun.

Once, Biann Tianjun had casually crushed him. Zhao Qingyun said coolly: "How could the Lord of the Nine Heavens be so easily swayed? You, Yan Song, are not worthy. But Yan Tianqing's audacity—I cannot tolerate."

"Sss!"

In that instant, a giant hand formed of Spiritual Qi appeared beside Yan Tianqing.

The next second, under Yan Tianqing's terrified gaze, it pressed down upon him.

At that moment, Yan Tianqing felt the threat of death and screamed: "Father, save me!" Yan Song, teeth clenched, cried: "Biann Tianjun, please spare him!" "Noise!" Hearing this, Zhao Qingyun slapped Yan Song away with one hand.

Then, the giant hand seized the trembling Yan Tianqing. "Boom!"

The next instant, the hand squeezed with full force, instantly crushing Yan Tianqing into a cloud of blood mist.

Even his Divine Soul was utterly erased in that same moment.

Yan Tianqing, dead.

This scene left the crowd silently shaken.

Holy shit! This Biann Tianjun is already this ruthless, this powerful.

Rumor says Jun Tian is the leader of the Nine Heavens—so he must be even stronger.

At least eight-turn, possibly nine-turn, even a Martial Emperor. "Hiss!"

At this thought, the crowd drew in a sharp breath.

Even though Xu Chen had not moved, in everyone's minds he was now an immensely powerful figure.

So powerful that none here dared move against Xu Chen.

Xu Chen spoke: "Yan Song, you're quite protective of your kin."

Yan Song's lips twitched: "Your Nine Heavens go too far."

Xu Chen said coolly: "If you dare be arrogant again, I will kill you."

As he spoke, a flash of killing intent blazed in his eyes.

When it reached Yan Song, he shuddered with cold.

In the end, Yan Song tightly closed his mouth, daring not to utter a word.

Even the ancestral elder beside him looked grim.

Before Jun Tian's strength was clear, they dared not act rashly.