Chen Xiaojun's Sudden Transformation

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Chen Xiaojun stood beside him, watching calmly at first, but at some point, his gaze had locked hard onto the savage-faced, vicious Bone Excavation Group desperadoes on the battlefield.

As he watched them fight madly to defend this den of evil, watched them get torn apart under his side's offensive yet still charge on without fear of death, a powerful disgust from the depths of his soul coiled around his heart like an ice-cold venomous snake.

This disgust was not simple hatred, but a higher-level rejection and denial, as if born from some ancient will.

Chen Xiaojun himself had not yet fully realized the nature of this emotion, but his body reacted first.

Without anyone noticing, all the youthful vitality and warmth drained rapidly from his face, leaving it ashen, as if covered in a layer of frost.

His usual warmth and steadiness vanished, replaced by a heart-stopping indifference, like one looking down on ants.

Deep within those profound black eyes, a tiny yet exceptionally piercing scarlet point of light quietly appeared, faintly showing signs of spreading.

The air around him seemed to freeze, giving off a biting aura that chilled people to the marrow.

Zhu Wuneng, Du Gu Fu, Ma Liang, and the dozen or so youths of the same age standing beside him were closest to him and felt it most clearly.

Almost at the same time, they shivered, and an indescribable chill and fear rose in their hearts against their will.

The Chen Xiaojun before them had suddenly become extremely distant, like a god above the clouds, and carried an ineffable sense of ethereality.

What made their hearts pound even more was that this invisible pressure made them feel like prey stared down by a prehistoric beast, pitifully small, as if the other party could easily manipulate or even strip away their lives with a single thought!

A fury called judgment burned and rose silently inside Chen Xiaojun's chest.

His gaze swept over the Bone Excavation Group members, especially those desperadoes still putting up stubborn resistance with hands soaked in blood, and a cold thought surfaced with absolute clarity: Such sinful filth should be sent on to rebirth!

Just then, Chen Xiaojun abruptly turned his head and looked at Chen Zhang, who was tensely issuing commands beside him. His voice was calm, without the slightest ripple, yet carried a meaning that brooked no doubt. "Second Uncle, that protruding section. I'll go."

Before his words had even fallen, and without waiting for Chen Zhang to react, he tapped his toes lightly on the edge of the high platform, and his entire body leaped down like an arrow loosed from the string!

"Xiaojun! It's dangerous!" Chen Zhang's expression changed drastically as he cried out.

He had never imagined that this nephew of his, who had always been steady and even excessively mature, would, at the crucial moment when the battle was at its fiercest and the enemy's elites had all emerged, break away from the command center so abruptly and without warning, throwing himself straight into the most dangerous frontline meat grinder.

As Chen Xiaojun's personal guard captain, Zhu Wuneng's reaction was almost an instinct carved into his bones. He had no time to think at all; his body had already moved—without the slightest hesitation, he followed Chen Xiaojun and jumped from the high platform.

Immediately after, Chen Mu, Chen Shurui, Chen Bin, Gao Cuilan, Du Gu Fu, and several other youths also sprang out with anxious expressions!

Chen Zhang shouted, "Xiao Mu, I'm leaving Xiaojun to you."

Chen Mu, mid-leap, raised his arm high and waved.

However, to everyone's surprise, Chen Xiaojun did not dive headfirst into the most chaotic center of the slaughter as they had expected.

After several light and swift bounds, his figure landed steadily at the very edge of the battlefield—this was the front where both sides clashed fiercely, but it was not the core.

Even more astonishingly, after landing, he did not continue charging. Instead, he stopped.

Then, under everyone's stunned gazes, under Chen Zhang's anxious stare from the high platform behind him, and amid the deafening backdrop of slaughter all around, Chen Xiaojun walked step by step into the smoke-filled, blood-splattered battlefield as if strolling through his own back garden.

His steps were not fast, yet each seemed to carry some strange rhythm.

As he advanced, the ice-cold aura shrouding him became even more solid. Centered on him, the light within a ten-meter radius dimmed by several degrees, and the temperature plunged sharply.

The scarlet point of light flickering deep in his pupils pulsed faintly, carrying an indescribable majesty and... the aura of judgment.

Just like that, alone, with an almost leisurely stride, he walked of his own accord into the heart of a storm woven from sharp blades, soul skills, blood, and death.

And in his hand, a sword had likewise appeared—the Nethersea Seven Kill Sword!

Chen Xiaojun's feet stepped into the mid-right protruding section soaked in blood and ravaged by soul skills.

The ancient Nethersea Seven Kill Sword in his hand, simple in appearance yet hiding killing intent within, dragged its tip across the shattered ground, scraping out a string of dazzling sparks. The instant the sparks splashed into puddles of blood, they let out soft sizzling sounds and vanished in a blink.

The moment he stepped into this hellish area, an invisible, bone-chilling pressure suddenly spread outward with him as the center!

This pressure was not a violent energy impact, but a higher-level "judgment" will that came from the depths of the soul.

In an instant, it swept across an area dozens of meters around him, yet the scene it created was like Ice and Fire Dual Heavens.

The first to sense the change were the Chen Clan soul masters closest to Chen Xiaojun!

Ding Bingyuan's Nine-Toothed Rake was locked in battle with a Soul Saint from the Bone Excavation Group, and the opponent's bone blade narrowly sliced past his shoulder armor.

In that split second, he felt his heart suddenly sink. Immediately after, a scalding heat surged out from deep in his marrow, instantly scattering the numb ache in his arm, and an immense force appeared out of nowhere.

He roared explosively, and the Nine-Toothed Rake no longer smashed down. Instead, with unprecedented ferocity and precision, it swept upward from a tricky angle!

Pfft! The opponent's bone blade, along with half his arm, was torn apart by brute force, and he flew backward screaming.

Even Ding Bingyuan himself froze in shock for an instant. That power... was unbelievably distinct!

Gu Yuanchao was enduring the siege of two Soul Kings, and his Barbarian Bull Charge had been slowed.

Suddenly, he felt his mind become crystal clear. In his eyes, the enemies' seemingly chaotic attack trajectories seemed to be slowed down and analyzed.

That scalding bloodline power not only failed to make him lose his reason, but instead gave his "madness" an ice-cold calculating ability.

He turned sideways with precision, using his hardest shoulder blade to withstand a heavy blow head-on, while his Bull Horn Soul-Splitting Strike rammed fiercely into the ribs of another enemy. The sound of Bone Shattering was clearly audible.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing was as heavy as a bull's, yet his movements were even more efficient than before, carrying a savage yet precise destructive power.