A Great Saint Strikes, and a Divine Mark Emerges

Upon hearing this, Huang Yuehua felt a chill run down her spine, and her voice trembled as she said, "How could you be so shameless?"

"You wait for me in your room tonight, and I'll let you go. Otherwise, given my relationship with the Dongfang Aristocratic Clan, destroying you and your Lineage would be a piece of cake."

Ximen Chuan today.

He had found two new targets; Nalan Yao possessed a Soul-Seizer charm that had already made him unable to resist.

And then there was that Wuxia young girl.

His standards had risen considerably, so naturally he no longer thought highly of Huang Yuehua.

But he didn't want to give up either. He couldn't compare to those two beauties, but he was still better than many women.

Huang Yuehua stood there, utterly dejected, a sense of powerlessness washing over her.

Compared to the power of the Ximen Aristocratic Clan, his own Lineage was nothing more than a lone boat in a vast ocean, naturally unable to contend with such a behemoth.

At that moment, Ximen Chuan laughed loudly and reached out to grab Hua Luo's wrist.

But the latter deftly dodged it.

"I heard Chen Ning call you Hua'er, Hua'er, why don't you speak? Your name is so beautiful... and you are beautiful too."

Ximen Chuan wanted to take a few more steps closer.

But Nalan Yao, standing to the side, let out a soft sigh.

Having known the leader for some time, she was naturally aware of the girl's position in his heart.

The leader has not yet made a move.

They all disregarded Ximen Chuan, but now...

Nalan Yao only wanted to mourn for him silently for a moment.

Really.

Chen Ning, whose eyes had remained expressionless until now, arrived almost instantly.

His gaze was as cold as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Oh... you're back. Where did you hide just now? Even if you were too scared to join the fight, you didn't have to hide like a coward! And where did that old man go?"

Without uttering a single word, Chen Ning unleashed his Unyielding Sword Intent and simultaneously unleashed the Destruction Divine Fist.

In an instant.

An overwhelming aura swept outwards.

A glint of light flashed in Ximen Chuan's eyes, and he hurriedly activated his Saint Power to defend himself.

A surge of orange-yellow energy rose up.

But he was directly blasted away.

Like a kite with a broken string, it crashed heavily to the ground a hundred meters away, kicking up countless plumes of dust.

When he got up again, Ximen Chuan was covered in blood and looked disheveled.

He was utterly shocked, unable to believe that a mere Saint Realm Early Stage had so easily and severely injured him in the blink of an eye.

He, Ximen Chuan, is about to break through to the Great Saint Realm.

This represents the absolute peak level of Late-Stage Saint.

He was still seriously injured by Chen Ning in one move. Although he did not use all his strength to resist, Chen Ning obviously did not either.

He didn't kill him with a single move.

Chen Ning nodded in approval, "As expected of the young master of the Ximen Aristocratic Clan, he's quite resilient."

"Chen Ning, you're asking for it!"

Ximen Chuan's face turned ashen, but he remained stubborn.

Huang Yuehua, standing to the side, covered her mouth in disbelief. She hadn't expected Chen Ning to be so powerful, capable of severely injuring even Ximen Chuan, Late-Stage Saint.

"Did he... only act because of that girl?"

Huang Yuehua looked at Hua Luo and felt a pang of envy.

Clang!

Chen Ning unleashed another burst of Sword Intent, intending to kill Ximen Chuan, but was repelled by a palm strike coming from afar.

I knew you had help.

Chen Ning smiled faintly and looked at the person who had come.

The person who made the move was an old man in purple robes. He was a powerful member of the Ximen Aristocratic Clan, at the mid-stage of the Great Saint Middle Stage realm, and had been secretly protecting Ximen Chuan during his travels.

"Uncle Lu, kill him!"

Ximen Chuan shouted from behind, then looked at Chen Ning and sneered, "After you die, those two peerless beauties will both be mine!"

The purple-robed elder, known as Uncle Lu, showed a hint of appreciation in his eyes. He said calmly, "Your talent is truly astonishing. I could have spared your life, but unfortunately... you shouldn't have injured Young Master Chuan."

He was still filled with lingering fear.

Ximen Chuan was the eldest grandson of the main wife and was being groomed by the Ximen Aristocratic Clan to be the future head of the family. That's why he, a Great Saint Middle Stage, was secretly protecting him all the way.

But who could have imagined that the little guy at the Saint Realm Early Stage would seriously injure Young Master Chuan in a single exchange?

I almost died!

If he really dies, he'll have no choice but to be buried with him.

So.

The old man in purple robes now showed clear killing intent towards Chen Ning.

Chen Ning looked at the purple-robed old man in front of him; the man's aura was exceptionally powerful.

"Is this the Great Saint?"

This was the first time Chen Ning had faced off against a Great Saint.

His blood began to boil; the immense pressure from his opponent forced Chen Ning to give it his all.

As for seeking help from Nalan Yao, that is indeed a feasible method.

However, since Chen Ning ascended to the Saint, he has always wanted to see where his limits are.

Now.

Just the right time.

"Boy, I'm giving you ample time to make your move; consider it a small recognition of your talent."

The old man in purple robes was extremely arrogant.

They wanted to wait for Chen Ning to make a move before launching a counterattack.

Chen Ning smiled slightly, his True Dragon Body trembled slightly, a dragon roar resounded within him, his dantian spun wildly, and he pushed the power around him to its limit.

Next.

He raised his right hand, holding three colors of lightning: the Yi Wood Orthodox Lightning, the Gui Water Yin Lightning, and the Evil-Slaying Divine Lightning.

Lightning flashed.

Extremely dazzling.

Chen Ning unleashed his full power, blasting towards the purple-robed elder, unleashing a torrent of domineering tri-colored lightning.

Approaching the opponent.

"Good lad, your Thunder Method is unparalleled in this world, but unfortunately... you've met your match."

The purple-robed elder laughed loudly, and an overwhelming and terrifying power suddenly erupted, its force causing the void to collapse.

This is the power of a Great Saint.

The two clashed.

It can be described as magnificent and dazzling.

The onlookers, who had hoped to watch the spectacle, could only observe from afar, overwhelmed by the domineering thunder and the intervention of a Great Saint.

Countless people scattered.

"Boy! Today I'll show you the chasm between Saint and Great Saint!"

The old man in purple robes finished speaking.

He raised his hand and unleashed a powerful beam of light.

It collided with the three types of lightning.

The heavens and earth trembled, and the mountains and rivers shook.

Boom!

The lightning gradually weakened, becoming increasingly difficult to sustain under the Great Saint's attack.

Chen Ning's face flushed red.

Even with such full force, the purple-robed elder could not be harmed.

Is it really impossible to contend with the Great Saint?

"Boy, you're already very strong. At the Saint Realm, you're practically invincible. If this were a Late-Stage Saint, they would probably have perished long ago in your domineering lightning."

The purple-robed elder exclaimed in admiration. He truly admired Chen Ning, but he still wanted to kill this monstrous talent with his own hands.

"Die!"

The old man in purple robes suddenly turned cold. His Daoist robe billowed as he unleashed a massive palm print, a hundred feet long, radiating brilliant light as it hurtled towards Chen Ning.

A fierce glint flashed in Chen Ning's eyes.

Finally.

He completely revealed a method he had been hiding all along.

Darkness Divine Mark appeared on his arm, gleaming brightly.