Although Zang Xin was slightly inferior to Yun Che in strength, he was clearly unable to resolve the current situation through reasoning.
It's important to understand that the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well is the most crucial foundation of the Tang Sect, and its position is irreplaceable.
However, this crucial place is now clearly under the control of Gu Chen and Yun Che, and no one knows how they did it.
But one thing is certain: the answer lies with these two. (Don't ask how I'm sure, I don't know either.)
"Gentlemen, can't we really discuss this matter properly again?" Zang Xin stopped his fierce attack and called out to Gu Chen and Yun Che with a solemn expression.
However, Yun Che ignored Zang Xin's words completely, not even glancing at him, and turned his gaze directly to Gu Chen beside him.
Gu Chen shook his head slightly, indicating his refusal. Upon seeing this, Yun Che immediately understood.
"No discussion! So-called blessed lands and rare treasures have always been reserved for those with the right destiny."
Seeing that Yun Che remained unmoved and unyielding, completely ignoring whatever he said, Zang Xin felt a surge of annoyance.
If it weren't for his own insufficient strength, which prevented him from speaking with confidence in front of Yun Che, he would probably have already blurted out. "You Evil Soul Master, once an Evil Soul Master, always an Evil Soul Master! Your actions are clearly Path to Death!"
However, reality was staring him in the face. Zang Xin knew that with his current strength, even if he said those words, he would only be humiliating himself.
Zang Xin looked Yun Che up and down, but couldn't find any way to break through. Helpless, he could only slowly shift his gaze to Gu Chen beside him.
However, the moment his gaze fell upon Gu Chen, Zang Xin's previously relaxed brows suddenly furrowed tightly.
Who is this?
Zang Xin pondered to himself.
He squinted, trying to discern the identity of the mysterious person before him, but no matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail.
The person was wearing a mask, making it impossible to see their true face.
What's even more striking is his long, snow-white hair fluttering in the wind, while his Blood One- red eyes exude an indescribable charm and mystery.
Considering what just happened, this person is very likely the leader who brought that Quasi-God to this place.
For a Quasi-God to obey his every command and follow his every whim, this person must be no ordinary individual.
Thinking of this, Zang Xin's mind became increasingly active.
Unlike Yun Che, Gu Chen did not exude the fierce aura of a tiger that would instill a sense of crisis and deep apprehension simply by being looked at.
On the contrary, Gu Chen gives people a much more peaceful feeling.
Zang Xin composed himself and asked, "May I ask who you are Holy Dragon?"
You can call me...
Faced with Zang Xin's question, Gu Chen did not show the slightest contempt or disdain. He slightly raised the corners of his mouth and uttered two words indifferently. " Di Cang."
Upon hearing this, Zang Xin's brows furrowed deeply, forming a deep frown. " Di Cang?"
He murmured the name to himself, frantically searching his mind for information about the person, but the result was extremely disappointing—he had never heard of such a person.
So, is this a pseudonym, a real name, or some kind of special title?
Zang Xin pondered to himself.
At the same time, with his keen senses, Zang Xin clearly perceived that many powerful Titled Douluo auras were approaching from afar.
He knew perfectly well that these were all experts from the Tang Sect.
The only option at present is to buy as much time as possible and wait for our reinforcements to arrive.
Therefore, Zang Xin took a deep breath and said loudly, " Your Di Cang, the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well of my Tang Sect is of extraordinary significance to us, and I believe your Holy Spirit Cult is well aware of its importance. Most importantly, if you dare to take it away, it will be tantamount to destroying the foundation of my Tang Sect! Such a blood feud will Undying resolved!"
Upon hearing these words, Gu Chen, who was standing to the side, was first taken aback, and then a look of confusion appeared on his face.
What happened?
They actually think they're part of the Holy Spirit Cult?
But that's fine, since that's the case, let's just take this opportunity to pin the blame on the Holy Spirit Cult.
With just a little guidance, the rest is up to the other party to guess and judge.
Whether he ultimately uncovers the truth is not important.
Even if we suspect it wasn't the Holy Spirit Cult's doing, what can we do?
Thinking of this, Gu Chen's lips curled into a Evil God smile, followed by a sinister laugh, "Hehehe, your Tang Sect and Shrek Academy have always taken it upon themselves to eradicate Evil Soul Master, and your relationship with our Holy Spirit Cult is already one of Undying enmity. Since things have come to this, why waste your breath on these useless words? I know perfectly well that you're deliberately stalling for time; those Titled Douluo must be arriving here soon, right?"
"Enough with the nonsense! Let's see what we've got!"
As the roar rang out, Yun Che moved like lightning, launching a fierce attack almost the instant Gu Chen finished speaking.
Suddenly, the orange-gold ninth Spirit Ring belonging to the Primordial Wraith on his body shone brightly, instantly transforming into a dazzling pure gold, like a golden sun rising in the sky, radiating a brilliant light that was impossible to look directly at.
At the same time, a terrifyingly powerful Soul Power surged out of Yun Che's body like a raging torrent. The surrounding space could not withstand the impact of this force and instantly shattered, with countless fragments of void scattering in the air like snowflakes.
These fragments of void, drawn by Yun Che's Soul Power, rapidly converged towards his palm, gradually revealing a strange, dark red color.
"Ninth Soul Skill - Heavenly Demon Curse!" Yun Che's voice was deep and majestic, but it also contained a chilling roar.
As his words fell, the void fragments in his palm, which had been completely stained with pitch-black and blood-red, suddenly shot into the sky, rapidly intertwining and merging in mid-air, eventually forming a huge, strange black rune.
Countless plumes of black smoke shot into the sky, instantly turning the entire sky black.
This black rune, like an incredibly agile tadpole, swam and leaped incessantly in the void, sometimes so ethereal it seemed it might disappear at any moment, and sometimes so real it felt within reach.