"Hahaha, Ye Chen, can you finally not hold on any longer?" Seeing this, Xuanxiao burst into wild laughter. "Since that's the case, then go to hell!"
With that, the Purple Firmament Sword in Xuanxiao's hand blazed with light. A terrifying aura erupted from his body, transforming into a streak of purple lightning that shot toward Ye Chen's chest.
"No!"
Seeing this, Yun Mengyao's face instantly went pale, and she let out a desperate scream.
Just as the purple lightning was about to pierce Ye Chen's chest, an even more terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body and dispersed the lightning.
"Th-this... How is this possible?" Xuanxiao's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Ye Chen slowly raised his head. Strange red light flickered in his eyes, and a cold smile curled at the corners of his lips.
"Xuanxiao, did you really think I couldn't do anything to you?"
Ye Chen suddenly raised his head. His scarlet eyes were like two clusters of burning flames, illuminating Xuanxiao's astonished face. "Did you really think that with your mediocre skills, you could send me to my death?" A cold smile tugged at his lips. His voice was hoarse and low, as if it had come from the depths of the Netherworld.
"Wh-what kind of evil technique is this?!" Xuanxiao retreated in terror, and the Purple Firmament Sword trembled violently, as if it could sense the fear in its master's heart. He had never seen Ye Chen so strange before. That gaze and that aura were as if a demon from hell had possessed him.
"Evil technique?" Ye Chen let out a wild laugh, his voice filled with disdain and mockery. "This is a power that your so-called righteous immortal arts can never reach!" He slowly raised his right hand. His originally fair,