Inner chamber.
Upon a snow-white Jade Bed, Nalan Xueqing sat cross-legged, her fragrant sweat streaming as she bit down on her rosy lips and persevered...
Whenever Chen Xuan's palm, wreathed in dazzling light, came down, her delicate body would shudder violently!
A pain that seemed to tear apart her very soul followed!
Above Nalan Xueqing's head, strand after strand of evil Black Mist drifted out, writhing as though alive and releasing dying screams...
Nalan Xueqing clenched her pearly teeth, her peerlessly beautiful face deathly pale!
"Almost there! Hold on a little longer!"
Chen Xuan comforted her.
He sat cross-legged behind Nalan Xueqing, the spot where his palm landed constantly shifting.
From her hips, to her waist... all the way upward!
Finally!
Slap!
Chen Xuan struck the back of Nalan Xueqing's snowy neck with one palm. Sacred runes formed from strands of Dao-Origin power emerged one after another and poured into it!
"Ah!"
Nalan Xueqing immediately let out a cry and painfully spat out a large mouthful of black blood.
Within the black blood was, astonishingly, a palm formed of Dark Divine Light!
"Wuwuwu..."
The Dark Divine Light palm emitted a chilling shriek and shot into the air like lightning, lunging once more toward Nalan Xueqing!
"Get over here!"
Chen Xuan barked coldly. Raising his hand in a grasping motion, he directly seized it.
Immediately afterward, clusters of Dao-Origin Yin-Yang Flame surged from Chen Xuan's fingertips, scorching the Dark Divine Light palm until black smoke billowed from it.
"Ah!... Who is it? Who dares ruin this Divine Son's plans? I, Mo Jiu, will never forg—"
"Your grandpa is Chen Xuan! Remember that! The day I enter the Great Tianxun World will be the day your soul scatters and your spirit dissipates!"
Bang!
Chen Xuan suddenly exerted force, crushing the Dark Divine