"Clear Sky Prison Suppression is one of the Clear Sky Sect's ultimate Soul Skills. Its power is unmatched, and you think you can break it?"
Clear Sky Prison Suppression had been developed through the accumulated insights of generations of Clear Sky Sect elders. The mysteries within it were unfathomably profound, making it an exceptionally powerful Soul Skill!
It possessed not only immense power, but also many mysterious, unpredictable effects.
Yi Chen's expression turned grave. He could feel it too-some mysterious and terrifying power seemed to have appeared inside his body!
Rumble!
Yet Yi Chen merely looked at him with a cold sneer. "You talk too much!"
The next second, he struck!
Yi Chen flung out his arms and soared into the air, his feet treading on empty space as though stepping across rippling water. A single step carried him over a hundred meters; in an instant, he crossed several yards and threw a punch!
Thud!
The punch slammed into the thick defensive barrier with a muffled boom!
The next second, golden light flickered over Yi Chen's fist.
That incomparably sturdy defensive barrier actually cracked beneath his punch, fractures spreading across its surface.
Tang Lan's expression changed dramatically. To his horror, the protective barrier he took such pride in had been shattered by a single punch from Yi Chen, exposing his true appearance.
"So fast!"
Yi Chen vanished from where he stood. When he appeared again, he was already in front of Tang Lan!
Startled, Tang Lan hastily moved to block, layers of scales rising over his hands!
But Yi Chen's punch was far too powerful. The scales on Tang Lan's arm shattered inch by inch, and the lingering force of the blow tore his arm open!
The impact sent him stumbling backward and crashing into the wall!
Tang Lan's heart pounded with terror. Yi Chen was too strong!
He felt that even if he played his most powerful trump card, he still would not be able to do anything to his opponent!
"Could he already be a Peak Douluo? How is that possible..." Tang Lan was stunned.
Along with the fear in his heart came anger.
Yi Chen was far too arrogant, daring to humiliate him like this.
"Whoever you are, you've angered me!" Tang Lan roared, emerald-green flames igniting all over his body.
Tang Lan leaped up, curled his fingers, and thrust them out fiercely.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Streaks of razor-sharp light shot out, slicing through the air like arrows and piercing the surrounding walls!
Sparks flew in every direction.
A faint bronze sheen spread over Yi Chen's fists as he punched again and again.
Each strike shattered the incoming arrows with perfect precision.
Although Tang Lan's attacks were incomparably sharp and could even pierce the earth, they could not so much as touch the hem of Yi Chen's clothes.
The scene became utterly ridiculous.
"How can this be happening?!" Tang Lan was completely dumbfounded. His opponent was simply too powerful-terrifyingly so.
Moreover, he vaguely sensed something amiss: his Soul Skill was being dismantled by his opponent.
Yi Chen's fists seemed to carry some mysterious, mighty force that actually neutralized his attacks.
He could feel a terrifying power in Yi Chen's fists, one capable of countering his Soul Skill!
Yi Chen's icy voice rang out. "This Clear Sky Prison Suppression really is impressive. Unfortunately, it's useless against me!"
A cruel curve formed at the corner of his mouth. He stepped forward and lashed out with a kick.
Crack! Tang Lan screamed as the kick broke his breastbone and shattered his ribs, sending him flying backward, coughing blood!
Bang! He slammed hard into the ground, struggled a few times, and found himself unable to get up!
"You actually... are you really going to fight me to the death?!" Tang Lan raised his head with difficulty and stared venomously at Yi Chen.
Agony wracked his entire body. His chest and abdomen churned, his throat convulsed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Yi Chen snorted coldly, approached Tang Lan, and crouched beside him. "I told you long ago. You'll be dead soon!"
"You... you really dare to kill me?" Tang Lan asked shakily, his face deathly pale.
Yi Chen frowned slightly and replied icily, "What do you think? What of it if I kill you? The Clear Sky Sect can't do anything to me!"
Tang Lan's breathing immediately quickened. He knew he was finished. His opponent's attitude was utterly hostile; he did not take the Clear Sky Sect seriously at all.
"The Clear Sky Sect is an overlord-level power on this continent. If you kill me, it will never let the matter rest! And you'll die without even a place to bury your body!"
"Oh, is that so?" A sinister sneer curled Yi Chen's lips as he slowly extended his right hand toward Tang Lan's head.
"What are you trying to do? Don't do anything reckless!" Tang Lan cried in panic. "You can't kill me, or the Clear Sky Sect won't spare you..."
At that critical instant, a strange black mist suddenly appeared!
Yi Chen's right palm stopped a meter from Tang Lan's forehead, unable to advance any farther.
Tang Lan breathed a sigh of relief. A moment ago, he had felt a lethal chill, as though he might die at any instant.
"Black mist?" Yi Chen swept his gaze around and discovered that, at some point, an ink-black Black Sword over two meters long had quietly appeared in Tang Lan's hand!
At that moment, wisps of dark radiance wreathed the entire Black Sword, writhing like living things and giving off a sinister, icy aura.
"You... stay away!" Tang Lan backed away in terror, his body trembling slightly.
He knew Yi Chen would absolutely dare to kill him!
"The Clear Sky Sect..." Yi Chen's tone was frighteningly cold. He stood up and looked at Tang Lan with a contemptuous sneer. "I thought that, as one of the continent's foremost powers, the Clear Sky Sect would have at least some dignity! Unfortunately, I overestimated you. You don't even deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as me."
"What does the Clear Sky Sect amount to? In my eyes, it's nothing but an ant!"
Tang Lan nearly coughed up blood from sheer anger!
In the end, however, reason overcame his fury, and he dared not provoke his opponent!
"You... very good!" Tang Lan forced out a smile. "Your talent is astonishing. Unfortunately, you don't understand the path of cultivation. Let me offer you a word of advice: the Clear Sky Sect is the most powerful force on this continent. You may look down on it, but you had better not underestimate it!"
The moment he finished speaking, a dazzling light burst forth!
Yi Chen instinctively covered his eyes, then realized something and immediately raised his hand to strike!
Vast Soul Power blasted toward Tang Lan's position, only to hit empty air.
When he opened his eyes and looked again, Tang Lan had long since vanished without a trace.
Yi Chen's pupils contracted, and he exclaimed under his breath, "A phantom?!"
Just now, Tang Lan's body had transformed into a blurry phantom and escaped right under Yi Chen's nose.
This astonished Yi Chen. Tang Lan's reaction had been so quick, and his speed so great, that he had actually evaded Yi Chen's detection.
His senses were now exceptionally sharp. Once he locked onto his prey, no amount of dodging could escape his pursuit-let alone someone injured like Tang Lan!
"Well, well... the Clear Sky Sect really does have a few tricks. And..." Yi Chen narrowed his eyes, pondering. That black mist gave me an evil feeling! There's definitely something wrong with that sword!