One sword strikes:
Before the power had even truly arrived, Chen Qingyu felt a suffocating sensation.
It was as if the world was so vast that there was nowhere to escape, and all his future had been wiped out, leaving only one dead end!
Its power is at the Quasi-Emperor level, already half a step beyond the heavens and earth. As expected, I am still unable to contend with it in my current state.
It's a pity, this time we were just a hair's breadth away from killing the Saint King Tianchen.
He felt a pang of regret, but he was not afraid.
Just as he had predicted:
boom!
An invisible, Formless, and unpredictable force surged forth instantly, forcefully intercepting the power of the sword strike.
The voice of the Ninth Ancestor, accompanied by divine thoughts, came from afar:
They want to harm my Chen Clan's Dao Son? Have they even asked me first?
In that brief moment, although the Ninth Ancestor did not know what had happened, it was clear that Chen Qingyu's actions had failed and that the Saint King Tianchen was still alive.
He had already realized what was happening, and naturally, he couldn't just stand by and watch as the Saint King Tianchen activated his Quasi-Emperor Divine Weapon in an attempt to kill Chen Qingyu.
Damn it!
The Saint King Tianchen's expression was grim.
He glanced around, quickly assessed the situation, and forced himself to calm down:
Chen Qingyu's strength is terrifying!
If he and Chen Kaiyuan join forces and find another opportunity, I'm afraid I'll really perish here today!
With this thought in mind, even though he was extremely unwilling, he could only grit his teeth and give the order:
Walk!
No sooner had he finished speaking than he used the Origin-Slaying Heavenly Execution Sword to tear through the void and escape, protecting himself.
Many of the Emperor Yuan Palace Saint followed him, escaping through the void rift and disappearing in an instant.
Don't even think about getting away!
Chen Qingyu's expression darkened, and he was about to tear through the void to press his advantage.
Qingyu!
Just then, the voice of the Ninth Ancestor came, tinged with weakness:
Don't pursue a cornered enemy!
Upon hearing this, Chen Qingyu immediately turned and flew away, helping him up.
Ancestor, are you alright?
The Ninth Ancestor, his face pale, wiped the mottled blood from the corner of his mouth and forced a smile:
I'm fine, I just need to rest for a while.
Upon hearing this, Chen Qingyu subconsciously extended his divine sense to scan the area, and was immediately shocked by what he saw.
It is obvious:
The Ninth Ancestor's injuries were more severe than he had imagined; he was just one step away from being seriously injured and losing his fighting ability.
It seems that the Saint King Tianchen wasn't exaggerating; his strength is indeed greater than that of the Kings of High Antiquity, and he might even be comparable to Wu Chenkong.
The Ninth Ancestor could only hold on for less than two breaths before he was on the verge of serious injury.
He felt somewhat heavy-hearted, but at the same time, he understood what the Ninth Ancestor had done.
Although Saint King Tianchen and his group were defeated and fled after the battle, the Chen Clan and the Holy Land also suffered considerable losses and were temporarily unable to pursue them.
It's not safe for him to hunt him down alone; it could even be dangerous.
Saint King Tianchen!
His thoughts raced in his mind:
I'll let you off this time!
The next time we meet will be the day you die!
In the void.
puff!
The Saint King Tianchen had just escaped hundreds of thousands of miles when he spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swaying precariously.
Saint King!
Palace Master!
Junior Uncle!
The many Saint around him were immediately shocked, and someone quickly helped him up.
I'm fine.
Saint King Tianchen waved his hand reluctantly, took out a divine medicine, and swallowed it.
With a surge of white light, his half-collapsed body instantly returned to normal, his aura gradually strengthened, and even the Divine Treasure within his body began to repair itself.
call!
He took a deep breath, feeling much lighter, but his heart was filled with mixed emotions:
Master, you saved me twice today.
This life-saving elixir, which he treasured, was also personally refined by Emperor Yuan and bestowed upon him.
Just now, if it weren't for the Origin-Slaying Heavenly Execution Sword protecting him, his master, his only fate would probably have been to be beaten to death by Chen Qingyu.
Thinking of Chen Qingyu, he immediately gritted his teeth:
Damn little monster!
He was unparalleled in his skill and never suffered a defeat among those of the same rank.
But now, in the Divine Capital Changluo, it has been utterly defeated by a mere child.
What an utter disgrace!
He had never been so humiliated in his entire life!
Junior Uncle!
The Saint from the Emperor Yuan Palace, supporting him, spoke with some unease:
What should we do now?
Upon hearing his words, the Saint King Tianchen paused for a moment before sighing:
The first battle has ended badly, and the fault lies entirely with me. I misjudged the strength of the Chen Clan, especially that little monster Chen Qingyu.
This person has become a major threat to my Emperor Yuan Palace.
He waved his hand, his tone somewhat weak:
Let's return to the Emperor Yuan Palace first and then discuss it further.
Upon hearing this, the many Saint exchanged glances and fell silent.
to be honest:
Before embarking on this sexual act, they were both full of confidence and never imagined that their side would lose.
After all, they held a huge advantage, considered themselves the more advanced and powerful side, and looked down on the backward, Desolate Continent outside world from the bottom of their hearts.
But now, they have not only failed, they have suffered a complete and utter defeat!
If it weren't for the legacy of Emperor Yuan, none of them would be alive today. They would all have died in the Divine Capital, becoming stepping stones for Chen Qingyu and forging his invincible reputation!
Heaven above
Many Saint ' feelings became exceptionally complex:
How could such a monster be born in this world? How unjust is Heaven!
Above the Divine Capital.
The Ninth Ancestor and Chen Qingyu were still discussing the fierce battle that had just taken place.
What a pity!
Chen Qingyu frowned slightly and sighed:
If Emperor Yuan had destroyed his own natal divine Divine Weapon and Mystic Artifact, or killed Saint King Tianchen and others before his death, this battle would not have broken out.
The entire Desolate Continent, with its checks and balances, will maintain a peaceful state.
Upon hearing this, the Ninth Ancestor shook his head and said:
That's asking too much of someone.
A person's natal Divine Weapon is closely related to their cultivation and is connected to their very life.
If Emperor Yuan had destroyed his natal Divine Weapon Mystic Artifact, he would probably have died long ago and wouldn't be alive now. We have no right to ask him to do so.
Furthermore
At this point, the Ninth Ancestor couldn't help but sigh:
Emperor Yuan never married and remained single throughout his life.
These disciples were like his own children; he had watched them grow up and taught them patiently from childhood.
Tell me, in this world, which parent would kill their child simply because the child is disobedient and disrespectful, causing them anger or dissatisfaction?
Upon hearing this, Chen Qingyu fell silent.
He recalled that a year ago, when he had paid his respects to Emperor Yuan, the Emperor Yuan had expressed more helplessness and powerlessness than anything else.
Once children grow up, they are no longer under one's control.
Even the Emperor Yuan was helpless against the Saint King Tianchen and his group.
Oh, right.
At this moment, the Ninth Ancestor looked him up and down, and suddenly a strange look appeared on his face:
I'm telling you Qingyu, aren't you going to explain your strength at all?
When did you acquire the power to defeat the Saint King?
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