Chapter 417

After speaking, Zhang Shen and Sun Miao's faces darkened slightly as they said, "Does Your Excellency intend to seek death?" Xu Chen looked at them like an idiot: "The Shenglong Forest spans a million li; if you want to set up your things, go roll somewhere else."

This place was found by me first; because you came, I must leave? Stop making noise, I want to sleep." He was too lazy to pay attention to these fools and simply closed his eyes.

After all, he feared those four perverted female protagonists, but he did not fear these people. Zhang Shen's face turned extremely gloomy: "You are seeking death." After speaking, he clenched his right hand, and a large blade appeared in his grasp.

Clearly, he intended to strike.

Xu Chen sensed it and immediately smiled.

Seeking death?

A bit interesting.

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At this moment, Zhang Shen held the large blade, and his aura surged over his body.

A Holy Domain appeared outside his body.

Within the Holy Domain, intense blade intent and powerful blade qi emanated spontaneously.

Clearly, this was the Holy Domain of someone who cultivated the blade.

Xu Chen glanced at it; there was nothing special.

It might be called something like Heavenly Blade Holy Domain or Overbearing Blade Holy Domain.

But it probably couldn't even make the Gold Ranking.

However, Zhang Shen was proud at this moment, looking at Xu Chen with a sneer: "Boy, do you have a Martial Saint?"

His words were extremely arrogant and presumptuous to the extreme.

The look in his eyes directed at Xu Chen was full of disdain and mockery.

It seemed that Xu Chen before him was like an ant, something he could crush at will.

Sun Miao sneered even more: "This boy has no aura at all; he must have gotten scared now." The powerful ones they had seen, were any of them not emitting powerful auras, looking down on the world?

But this boy was simply laughable; he didn't emit even a trace of aura.

That meant he had no strength at all; having no strength yet daring to be arrogant was simply ridiculous. Xu Chen frowned: "Originally I did not want to kill people, but you are really very noisy." After speaking, a trace of killing intent suddenly surged in Xu Chen's eyes.

These two had been making noise here disturbing his sleep; he was angry.

Although a powerful person should not over-calculate with an ant, this ant did not know good from bad.

They kept shouting and shouting; he could no longer tolerate it. Hearing this, Zhang Shen and Sun Miao immediately laughed out: "Just you? You make me laugh to death."

Any disciple of any sect in our Holy Land is probably stronger than you, boy. Kneel and beg for mercy immediately, otherwise, you will bear the consequences yourself." "Buzz!" The next second, Xu Chen's expression remained calm, and his appearance instantly returned.

He feared those four evil women, so he did not want to reveal his identity.

But he did not fear others.

Therefore, he quickly changed from an ordinary-looking youth into the handsome and dashing Xu Chen.

He felt that he did not need to move his hands next.

Naturally, Yang Han and Zhao Wuji would move their hands for him.

As expected, at the instant he turned back into Xu Chen.

Over there, Yang Han and Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted sharply.

"Smack!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the two directly slapped Zhang Shen and Sun Miao.

Causing the two to flip in the air for dozens of rotations before finally landing again.

However, even after landing, their faces were already swollen and red, and blood seeped from the corners of their mouths.

They had lost an unknown number of teeth, their auras were even more depressed, and their faces were extremely pale.

The two looked dazed; why did the Saint Son want to move his hands just because the opposite side changed appearance?

Could it be that the Saint Son has an interest in this handsome youth?

Thinking this, Zhang Shen and Sun Miao gritted their teeth and said: "Saint Son, may I ask why you struck me?" Yang Han's face turned gloomy: "He is Xu Chen."

Zhao Wuji said coldly: "If he wanted to kill you, it would only take an instant." Although they were also Eight-Turn Martial Saints at this moment, precisely because of this.

They knew how easy it was for an Eight-Turn Martial Saint to kill a Five-Turn one.

The two of them might be able to fight Xu Chen.

But they also knew very clearly that they absolutely could not stop Xu Chen from killing. Zhang Shen and Sun Miao looked confused: "Who is Xu Chen?"

They had just cultivated successfully in the Holy Land, so this time they planned to undergo trial by combat.

Previously, they had almost no understanding of Xu Chen's situation.

But they felt this name seemed somewhat familiar.

Yang Han said coldly: "The person who killed our former Saint Son."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shen and Sun Miao's pupils contracted slightly.

Was it that one who, within just a few years.

Broke through directly from a Rank 2 Martial Artist to a Martial Saint?

It was heard that three months ago, this Xu Chen was already an Eight-Turn Martial Saint.

Even around him, countless stunningly beautiful women followed.

Each one's strength was even greater than Xu Chen's.

The person they had just provoked was actually such a terrifying existence?

Xun Yan and others clicked their tongues; who else could you provoke but Xu Chen?

You are likely going to suffer miserably next. As expected, Xu Chen said indifferently: "Yang Han, Zhao Wuji, I suggest you help me kill these two. Do not force me to move my hands; you should know that a Martial Saint cannot be insulted."

Yang Han and Zhao Wuji gritted their teeth and said: "I have already punished them; can't we let them go?" Why did they slap these two?

Isn't it just that they want Xu Chen to spare them?

Xu Chen said coolly, "If someone insults you, would you spare them?" Yang Han and Zhao Wuji fell silent—of course they wouldn't.

They were dignified Saint Sons; how could they allow themselves to be insulted?

But they also couldn't bring themselves to kill their own people.

So Yang Han and Zhao Wuji said coldly, "Xu Chen, we're both Eight-Turn now too. Don't be too rampant…" Begging for flowers…

"Buzz!"

With that, the two of them gave their bodies a light shake.

A dense Eight-Turn Martial Saint aura instantly radiated from their bodies.

One could see the surrounding space collapsing, the aura wild and violent, turbulent currents surging without end.

Many people, sensing this terrifying aura, were already showing signs of trembling and about to drop to their knees.

They were shaken to the core—was this the Eight-Turn Martial Saint?

Just the mere release of aura was already enough to terrify people. Truly terrifying.

Xun Yan beside them simply watched the show, saying nothing at all.

He was far too fond of watching the two Holy Lands fight Xu Chen.

He was just about to see whether it was Xu Chen who was stronger, or these two.

"If you want me to make a move, you should know the price." "I'll say it one last time—don't regret it."

Xu Chen raised his eyes and said coolly.

Yang Han and Zhao Wuji shook their heads: "Asking us to kill our own people—impossible."

"Buzz!"

With that, Xu Chen still didn't move a muscle, but he activated the Holy Spirit Soul-Suppressing Palm.

Although his Divine Sense was only Seven-Turn, amplified by the Holy Spirit Soul-Suppressing Palm, its power was even a bit higher than that of an Eight-Turn Divine Sense.

After all, this was a Saint-tier Advanced martial art, not some Heaven-tier.

In an instant, four Divine Sense palm seals, carrying a violent aura, abruptly locked onto the four of them.

The next second, they shot forth like arrows loosed from the bowstring.

Yang Han and the other three immediately felt themselves locked onto by something, their scalps instantly tingling.

A thick sense of crisis surged into their hearts.

"It's a Divine Sense attack!"

Yang Han's pupils contracted slightly.