This palm strike contained extremely powerful force, causing Yang Zhenyu's expression to change. He dared not be careless, gripped his longsword tightly with both hands, and then slashed down fiercely.
Bang!
With a deafening roar, Yang Zhenyu was sent flying with a "whoosh" and crashed heavily to the ground.
"Senior Brother Yang!"
Xiu'er and Liu Cui quickly came to Yang Zhenyu's side and gently helped him up.
Liu Cui asked worriedly, "Senior Brother Yang, are you alright?"
"Cough cough!"
Yang Zhenyu coughed twice, but still shook his head and said, "No... it's nothing."
The man in purple robes looked at Yang Zhenyu with disdain, "You, a piece of trash at the Immortal Venerable Realm Third Layer, dare to fight me to the death?"
Xiu'er and Liu Cui were filled with rage, and then they both attacked the man in purple robes at the same time, each unleashing their strongest attack.
"Ants!"
The purple-robed man was completely unfazed by their full-force attack. With a wave of his hand, a power that only Immortal Venerable Realm Ninth Layer Peak could possess surged forth like a monstrous wave towards the two women.
Boom!
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Liu Cui and Xiu'er's attacks were shattered by this force, and then the two of them flew out like broken kites, falling next to Yang Zhenyu.
The two women had contorted faces, cold sweat poured down their foreheads, and blood kept spilling from the corners of their mouths, showing signs of extreme pain.
"Junior Sister!"
Yang Zhenyu's expression changed drastically, then he roared, his soul and body burning simultaneously, and his aura surged wildly.
Just as Yang Zhenyu was about to completely burn his soul and body, a figure in white suddenly appeared beside him, stretched out a hand, and slapped Yang Zhenyu's left shoulder hard.
Yang Zhenyu shuddered, and the surging aura within him instantly calmed down. He froze, staring blankly at the white-clad figure before him.
At the same time, everyone in the room turned their attention to the person in white.
The man in white was strikingly handsome, as if painted on a canvas. His snow-white hair danced in the breeze. He exuded an air of tranquility, like an ordinary person.
Yang Zhenyu was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. Once he did, his face showed joy and surprise. "Dean!"
Upon hearing this, Xiu'er and Liu Cui, enduring their pain, looked over. When they saw Su Chen, their eyes immediately welled up with tears, and they exclaimed excitedly, "Dean!"
Su Chen smiled slightly and said nothing.
Yang Zhenyu exclaimed excitedly, "Dean, what are you doing...?"
Before he could finish speaking, he felt a wave of weakness wash over him, his legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, his face growing increasingly pale.
"Senior Brother Yang!"
Seeing this, Xiu'er and Liu Cui's expressions changed, and they endured the pain, wanting to go and check on Yang Zhenyu's condition.
Su Chen shook his head and said, "With me here, it's alright."
He extended a finger, and in an instant, a strong life force surged from his fingertip, enveloping Yang Zhenyu and the other two. Their injuries were completely healed in a single breath, a true miracle!
This scene startled the man in purple robes and his companions.
"Holy crap, what kind of technique is this? It instantly healed the injuries of all three of them!"
"Who is this person? I have a feeling he's not simple at all."
Please remove your feelings.
The man in purple robes stared at Su Chen, his expression shifting between light and shadow, his eyes gleaming as if he were deep in thought.
Xiu'er, feeling her body fully healed, exclaimed incredulously, "I'm actually cured!"
Liu Cui was both excited and thrilled, her eyes filled with admiration. "Dean, you're amazing!"
Yang Zhenyu looked at Su Chen with stars in his eyes, "Dean, you are simply my idol!"
Su Chen smiled faintly, just about to speak.
However, at this moment, the man in purple robes spoke up, "Boy, who are you?"
Su Chen's smile vanished. He turned to the man in purple robes and calmly said, "The one who killed you."
"The one who killed me?"
The man in purple robes was taken aback, then burst into wild laughter. "Hahaha, that's the funniest joke I've ever heard! You think you can kill me? Dream on!"
Yang Zhenyu said speechlessly, "This guy probably hasn't realized the seriousness of the problem yet."
"Snort!"
Xiu'er snorted coldly, "He'll regret this later."
Su Chen said calmly, "You don't believe me?"
The man in purple robes said coldly, "Do you think I believe you...?"
He stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief.
Because Su Chen had disappeared from the spot at some point, when he reappeared, he had already grabbed the purple-robed man by the neck.
Those around were stunned by what they saw, frozen in place for a long time.
Someone stammered, "I... I swear, what... what happened?"
Upon hearing this, everyone instantly snapped back to their senses!
Their faces turned ashen, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, cold sweat streamed down their faces, and disbelief filled their eyes.
Instant kill!
The man in purple robes was instantly killed!
Holy crap!
How is that possible?
The man in purple robes is at the Peak Ninth Level Immortal Venerable!
How could he possibly be instantly killed?
unreasonable!
This is completely unreasonable!
Could it be that he opened it?
Holy crap!
Everyone was stunned, their faces filled with undisguised fear, and some even felt their legs go weak.
Yang Zhenyu shook his head and said, "These guys dare to provoke the dean; they're just asking for death."
Liu Cui clasped her hands together, her face full of admiration, "The dean is so handsome!"
Xiu'er nodded and said, "Yes, yes! The dean is the most handsome, strongest, and most powerful man I've ever seen. He's simply perfect, just my ideal type."
Yang Zhenyu laughed and said, "Don't let Youyue hear you say that, otherwise..."
Xiu'er chuckled, "I was just saying, I didn't mean anything by it. Youyue definitely won't hold it against me."
At this point, her expression changed. "Right, Senior Sister Youyue! She's probably in danger too! We have to go save her right away!"
At the same time, the purple-robed man's neck was tightly gripped by Su Chen's right hand, making it extremely difficult for him to breathe, to the point that he couldn't breathe at all, and his face turned ashen due to lack of oxygen. He struggled constantly with his hands, but to no avail.
This filled him with despair.
He mustered all his strength and cried out in terror, "You... who... who are you?!"
Su Chen, with his left hand behind his back and his right hand gripping the purple-robed man's neck, remained calm, his expression as still as a lake. "The one who killed you."
Bang!
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Chen exerted force with his right hand. As expected, the purple-robed man died in endless despair and fear, without even letting out a scream.
Seeing this bloody scene, the people around were so frightened that they retreated in panic, then turned and ran away.
Su Chen glanced at them but did not make a move.
Buzz!
However, at that moment, a sword's cry suddenly rang out, and dozens of bloody heads flew off, each one's face filled with despair...