Shen Xuan

White Emperor.

A knowing glint flashed deep in Chen Fan's eyes.

From Gu Ci's words to the records of the Training Camp, and now to the rumors about the Alien Races, this name is like an insurmountable Divine Mountain, standing in the way of Human Race Prodigies.

Second in all time...

He secretly wondered where his "Myriad Dao Furnace Scripture" would rank if it were fully perfected.

Perhaps... we could try to compete for first place?

The thought flashed through his mind, but Chen Fan quickly suppressed it.

He released Jinjiao's horn, letting it slump to the ground, and then casually asked, "How are the Human Race faring in this area? Are they still being hunted like prey in the Ashen Wasteland?"

"This..."

Jinjiao hesitated for a moment, but feeling the calm yet dangerous gaze above him, he immediately shuddered and hurriedly said, "That's right! Originally, the Human Race in our Obsidian Forest region were even more miserable than those in the Ashen Wasteland; they were almost hunted to extinction!"

"But... but a few months ago, a monster also appeared here!"

A complex expression, a mixture of fear and confusion, appeared on Jinjiao's face.

"That guy... that guy is insane! He's ridiculously strong, but he's obsessed with saving face. Every time he makes a move, he has to straighten his clothes and strike what he thinks is the most dashing pose!"

"I suspect Gouba is just showing off!"

"But this guy, who's obsessed with his image to an extreme, managed to gather all the scattered Human Race in this area together! He even defied the pressure from our nine major races and established a camp. It's simply incomprehensible!"

Oh?

Chen Fan immediately became interested.

How could a vain, wealthy young man survive in such a precarious and bloody environment, and even raise an army?

That's interesting.

He pressed further, "What's his name?"

"Name... name..."

Jinjiao lay on the ground, trying hard to recall. He was dizzy from being hit by Chen Fan, and many of his memories had become blurry.

As he pondered, he secretly observed Chen Fan's expression, afraid that the little devil might get impatient and pick him up again to continue their friendly exchange.

Suddenly, as if he had remembered something, he blurted it out.

"Big brother! I remember now!"

"That pretentious guy... I think his name is..."

"Shen Xuan!"

The moment the words left his mouth.

The curiosity and laziness on Chen Fan's face vanished instantly.

Instead, a very strange smile appeared.

Shen Xuan.

He actually... became a big shot here?!

"That's interesting!"

Chen Fan stroked his chin, a smile appearing on his lips.

"Let's go, let's go!" Chen Fan grabbed the Jinjiao, "Take me to see it quickly!"

Jinjiao was on the verge of tears.

His entire aura was locked in place by the seemingly harmless child in front of him. Any thought of resistance that arose was crushed by a terrifying pressure originating from his Divine Soul.

At this moment, he could only be dragged forward in humiliation.

He had cursed Chen Fan a thousand times in his heart with the most vicious language he knew, but he dared not show the slightest disobedience on his face.

Meanwhile, in the center of the battlefield, dozens of miles away.

A camp, barely constructed from countless fragments of Obsidian and rudimentary Formation Flags, was groaning under the relentless onslaught of hundreds of Alien Races Prodigies. The Light Screen protecting the camp flickered and teetered on the brink of collapse.

At the very heart of the battlefield, three incomparably powerful auras were clashing violently.

Shen Xuan's white robes were stained with a few glaring bloodstains, but his posture remained as upright as a pine tree, and his face was calm as still water.

He wielded an ordinary longsword with effortless skill, its cold, clear light like mercury spilling onto the ground, penetrating every crevice.

Despite only having just entered the Organ Refining Realm, he actually managed to suppress three Alien Races's top geniuses, whose auras had also reached the Organ Refining Realm Prodigies, and force them to retreat steadily.

"Damn it! What's wrong with this Human Race?!"

A chief of Alien Races with a wolf's head and a human body roared angrily. The blood-red claw strikes he unleashed were repeatedly and easily neutralized by the seemingly light sword light, making him so frustrated that he almost vomited blood.

The other two chiefs, one covered in jet-black scales and the other with three pairs of bat wings on his back, were equally terrified as the fight progressed.

They simply couldn't understand why this Human Race was so difficult to deal with!

In terms of total Qi and Blood volume, Shen Xuan and they were roughly equal.

However, the opponent's moves were exquisite, each sword strike precisely hitting the weakest point in their power flow.

What's even more terrifying is their unwavering fighting spirit, like a mountain that will never collapse, remaining steadfast no matter how they attack.

Little did they know that over the past few months, although Shen Xuan wasn't as monstrous as Chen Fan, he had still fought his way through countless life-or-death battles in the bloody Myriad Laws Source Realm, step by step!

His pride had long been forged into an indomitable Dao Heart through the baptism of blood and death!

"Hold on! He's dying!"

The bat-winged Alien Races, with their sharp eyes, noticed a barely perceptible disruption in Shen Xuan's breathing rhythm and immediately shouted a warning to their companions.

The battle instantly reached a stalemate.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Shen Xuan's forehead, and the surging Qi and Blood in his body were showing signs of fatigue.

He smiled bitterly to himself.

"The price of this show-off is far too high."

Just as he was about to exhaust his last bit of strength and prepare to burn his Origin Source in a desperate fight.

From the distant horizon, a wildly excited shout suddenly resounded, its echoes rolling across the entire battlefield!

"It's Brother Jinjiao! Brother Jinjiao is here!!"

This shout was like a divine decree.

All the Alien Races Prodigies who were besieging the Human Race seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, their movements suddenly halting, and then they all looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Upon seeing that familiar, tall figure shrouded in dark golden light, the taxi driver's dejected spirit was instantly ignited, erupting into a frenzied cheer like a tsunami!

"Long live Brother Jinjiao!"

"The king is here! We've got this in the bag!"

"Slaughter all these Human Race!!"

In their eyes, Jinjiao is the invincible name in this Obsidian Forest region; it is the absolute king.

His arrival signifies the end of this battle, a resounding victory and massacre!

The three Alien Races chiefs who were fiercely fighting Shen Xuan also perked up.

The wolf-headed Alien Races laughed wildly, his attacks becoming even more ferocious. "Shen Xuan! Did you hear that? Your death is nigh! Jinjiao is here, and only death awaits you!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Xuan's heart sank.

Jinjiao!

He had naturally heard of this resounding reputation and knew that it represented a terrifying existence far surpassing the three chiefs before him.

Even in my prime, I had no confidence whatsoever, let alone in my current state of utter exhaustion.

Could it be... that Heaven intends to destroy our Human Race here?