Divine Son of Nine Nether Divine Sect

Just moments ago, he had sworn "capturing him is no problem," yet in the blink of an eye, Esteemed You was sent flying by a single punch...

Ling Xiao's face was full of black lines.

Esteemed You felt as if his Internal Organs had been displaced. He struggled, barely propping himself up on his elbows, using his sleeve to wipe away the blood frothing from the corner of his mouth, tinged with eerie black qi.

His sinister eyes, like those of a venomous snake, locked tightly onto the Black Robe Figure who had just appeared.

"You are not the Dragon Tiger Heavenly Master!" Esteemed You's voice was hoarse from pain, filled with shock and suspicion. "Who the hell are you?!"

He had already stood up, but every step carried caution—just one punch, relying purely on raw physical strength, had sent him, a Sixth Level Dharma Idol expert, flying. This level of power was unfathomable!

Chen Lin let out a light laugh, as if he had heard something utterly amusing. His black robe rustled without wind, snapping in the air: "I, the Venerable, just can't stand the sight of you Nine Nether Sect people."

The moment the words fell, Chen Lin's figure turned into a blur, instantly appearing before the startled Esteemed You!

No complex techniques, no dazzling spiritual light—just a simple, yet impossibly fast, straight punch!

"Boom!"

Esteemed You instinctively and hastily summoned his famed Ninefold Ghost Fiend Shield. The layered, dark shields had barely taken shape when they shattered like paper torn apart by a fierce gale!

Chen Lin's fist landed solidly on his chest, unleashing terrifying power without reservation!

Esteemed You couldn't even let out a scream. His entire body, like a tattered sack hit by a giant hammer, was blasted deep into the hard ground, sinking a full three zhang!

Rubble and dust flew in all directions. Chen Lin stood with his hands behind his back, his figure looking especially relaxed amidst the flying dust, gazing down at the once-arrogant pit beneath him.

"Eighth Level Dharma Aspect Realm?!" From the pit, Esteemed You's voice was filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

His pride and joy, the Nine Nether Heavenly Art cultivated to the Seventh Floor, along with his carefully laid defenses, were like child's play before this man!

He could clearly feel his meridians shattering inch by inch under that punch, most of his Chance of Survival utterly crushed!

Just then, Esteemed You forced out a sinister grin from his throat, tinged with madness: "Yanzhou truly has its Experts..."

Before he could finish, Chen Lin casually raised his hand and slapped down.

This palm seemed effortless, yet it contained the scorching True Sun Fire, capable of burning all things!

"Pfft--!!!"

Half of Esteemed You's face was instantly seared by the high heat, skin and flesh charred and rotting, emitting a pungent burnt stench, freezing his sinister grin on his twisted face.

"So much useless chatter." Chen Lin's tone was flat, betraying no emotion, as if stating an irrelevant fact.

At that moment, Ling Xiao, seemingly trying to salvage some face, spoke up: "Sir, I am the Ninth Prince, Ling Xiao. Treating my man like this..."

Before he could finish, Chen Lin didn't even turn around. He merely tilted his head slightly and sent a slap flying!

The speed was unimaginable. Ling Xiao only felt a gust of wind rushing at his face, unable to react in time, and took the full force of the slap across his face.

With a crisp "crack," Ling Xiao was sent flying like a tattered sack, tracing a pathetic arc through the air before crashing heavily several zhang away, unable to get up for a long time.

Only then did Chen Lin slowly turn around, his gaze indifferently sweeping over the fallen Esteemed You before landing on Ling Xiao. His tone remained as flat as the wind sweeping across a wasteland: "I was talking to him. Why are you butting in?"

Meanwhile, the thousand-plus soldiers he had brought were all glaring at Chen Lin with murderous intent, surrounding him.

At the same time, the thousand-plus soldiers behind him were stunned by the lightning-fast turn of events.

After a brief silence, killing intent rose from them like a tangible force, instantly encircling Chen Lin.

The clang of swords being drawn rang out one after another, cold blades pointing at the casually standing Black Robe Figure.

Just then, as if catching a glimpse of something, Chen Lin's gaze suddenly sharpened, locking onto Ling Xiao's face.

"Ninth Prince," Chen Lin spoke slowly, his voice calm but carrying a hint of knowing amusement, "the patterns on this body of yours are quite interesting."

"As expected of the Nine Nether Sect's Divine Son. It seems that old man Shen Changqing should be heading to the Heavenly Origin Sword Sect by now, shouldn't he?"

The moment the words fell, Ling Xiao, who had just struggled to his feet with a lingering vicious look on his face, froze as if struck by lightning!

Then, overwhelming shock instantly devoured all his pretense, draining his face pale as paper.

This man actually knew about these things!

Not just Ling Xiao, but everyone in the main hall who heard this—including Ling Tianlong's hardened face, and even the usually composed Dragon Tiger Heavenly Master—all froze at once, shock flooding their hearts like a tidal wave.

They never imagined that the fearsome, all-powerful Divine Son of the Nine Nether Sect, who made people tremble at his name, was actually the man before them, seemingly just the Ninth Prince!

Even the thousand-plus soldiers surrounding Chen Lin, upon hearing this earth-shattering news, couldn't help but change their expressions, their eyes filled with doubt and uncertainty.

The Ninth Highness... was actually a member of the Nine Nether Sect?

After a brief Deathly Stillness, Ling Xiao forced down the storm of shock raging within him, compelled himself to straighten his spine, and barked out.

"Myriad Law Heavenly Sovereign! Do you know that slandering an Imperial Dynasty's prince is a capital offense! My father is the current Imperial Lord, and I am a legitimate prince! The Nine Nether Sect and my Ling Family are irreconcilable enemies. How could I possibly be one of them?!"

The soldiers around gradually snapped out of their shock. Some muttered under their breath: "Right... the Myriad Law Heavenly Sovereign is shaking morale, slandering His Highness!"

They instinctively tightened their grip on their weapons, casting suspicious glances at Chen Lin.

"Slandering His Highness is a capital offense!" A general roared, taking the lead with a furious shout, then unhesitatingly gave the order to charge.

Ooooh—! The thousand-plus soldiers stirred almost simultaneously. The cold gleam of drawn blades reflected the generals' ferocious faces as they charged at Chen Lin with overwhelming killing intent, like wolves and tigers!

But Chen Lin merely cast a faint glance at the general leading the charge.

In that single look, an almost imperceptible, invisible ripple, like a boulder thrown into stagnant water, suddenly radiated outward from him!

This ripple was silent and invisible, yet it carried a suffocating, overwhelming force, instantly sweeping over all the charging soldiers.

In that moment, the torrent of the charge seemed to slam into an invisible, colossal wall!

The leading general, like a withered leaf caught in a gale, abruptly halted mid-stride, then flew backward like a kite with a snapped string.

The soldiers behind him fared even worse. Whether mounted or on foot, they were struck as if by a tremendous blow, crying out in agony as they tumbled and staggered, falling from their warhorses or collapsing directly to the ground. Their formation shattered in an instant, descending into chaos.

That invisible power had forcibly dismantled the entire charging column!

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