The Purple Mansion Holy Son was already gravely wounded, but Lu Chen had no intention of stopping. He unleashed the Divine Phoenix Slash secret art, manifesting a Phoenix-Winged Heavenly Blade that descended to deliver the killing blow.
The watching cultivators cried out in alarm. If the Purple Mansion Holy Land's Holy Son truly died, it would unleash a colossal storm across the Eastern Wasteland.
This was not an age of darkness and chaos. Great figures from the Various Holy Lands were rarely slain.
A Holy Son's death would have an even greater impact than that of a Holy Land's Supreme Elder. He was the Holy Lord's successor and, to a certain extent, represented the dignity of his Holy Land.
If the Purple Mansion Holy Son died now, it would be far more serious than Lu Chen killing those Ji Family Disciples. The Various Holy Lands had many outstanding disciples, but each had only one Holy Son in any given generation.
Boom!
Space shattered as a slender, jade-like hand swept over. It looked utterly ordinary, without even a flicker of divine radiance, yet it seemed to carry the power of the Heavenly Dao as it caught Lu Chen's Phoenix-Winged Heavenly Blade.
"The Purple Mansion Saintess!" Lu Chen looked at the woman who had saved the Purple Mansion Holy Son, not particularly surprised.
In theory, the Holy Sons and Saintesses of the Various Holy Lands would eventually become Dao companions, but few actually did.
The relationship between the Purple Mansion Holy Son and the Purple Mansion Saintess was far from good. It could even be called hostile.
The Purple Mansion Holy Son had been defeated by the Purple Mansion Saintess, making him the only Holy Son among the Various Holy Lands to lose to a Saintess. To him, it was an utter