In the Heavenly Demon Imperial City, at the Third Prince's residence, Ning Chen appeared, killing intent impossible to conceal beneath his altered face.
After a moment of surprise, Xuanlie immediately guessed the intruder's identity, and his expression changed.
"It's you!" Xuanlie's face turned cold as he said in a deep voice.
"It has been a long time, Third Martial Uncle."
Ning Chen spoke calmly. His right hand closed around empty air, and the Ghost Sword manifested, Sword Qi surging.
Time was precious; not a moment could be wasted. Ning Chen moved, his killing intent laid bare.
Seeing this, Xuanlie immediately retreated, avoiding the life-stealing sword.
Though his sea of qi had been destroyed, his physical body remained formidable. Xuanlie stepped forward and clenched his fist, striking back with a punch as heavy as Mount Tai.
Ning Chen snorted coldly. Essence poured into his left palm, and he met the blow head-on with an incomparably mighty strike.
Fist and palm collided, overturning heaven and earth. The powerful aftershock howled, and the entire royal hall shook violently.
After a single exchange, the difference in strength was clear. Xuanlie, his cultivation utterly lost and left with only his combat instincts, staggered back several steps, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Having gained the upper hand in one move, Ning Chen flashed forward. The Ghost Sword tore through the air, mercilessly pressing for his life.
The swift sword swept forth in lethal succession, every move vicious. In the blink of an eye, blood once more appeared on Xuanlie's body.
The tremendous commotion drew powerful figures from throughout the prince's residence, all rushing over at top speed.
"Sever the Void!"
Four Attendants of the King Realm arrived. Within the royal hall, Ning Chen swung his sword, one blade holding back four kings.
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