klisemfg Chapter 2357
Chapter 2357
Winged Blossom was originally a first-class Qi Refining cultivator, a second-class god-demon, and the foundation for tribulation. Even if its head was severed, as long as its primordial spirit was intact and its physical body was full of divine power, it could instantly regenerate a head with its divine power.
Chen Xuan held his head in one hand, their eyes meeting.
At this moment, Chen Xuan did not use his Great Dao to instantly surround and kill Winged Mang's physical body, but simply watched him calmly.
Winged Mang's inherent arrogance remained unbroken; disbelief surged in his angry eyes, yet a deep-seated unease also quietly crept across his heart.
Sweep, kill instantly...
He was the number one young person in the Nine Springs Realm, a prodigy with the dual bloodlines of the Winged Clan and the Golden Crow Emperor. He should have shone brightly in Boundless City. Why did he suffer such a complete defeat?
Complex emotions quickly intertwined and settled in his eyes, and finally, Chi Mang slowly closed his eyes, leaving only endless resentment and humiliation.
At the same time, golden light surged suddenly on the winged body that had fallen to the ground, the Golden Crow bloodline essence was frantically revived, and a new head slowly condensed and took shape.
His face was deathly pale, his mental energy chaotic. He looked up at Chen Xuan, who held a sword in one hand and stood calmly. His lips moved slightly, and he uttered two hoarse words: "Thank you..."
The word "thank you" was to express gratitude to Chen Xuan for not waiting until he had completely burned out his reversal of the Void Bloodline; otherwise, he would not only have lost this battle, but his entire foundation would have been completely destroyed.
After saying that, he turned to look at the True Immortal Puppet, his tone weary but firm: "I... admit defeat, I am completely convinced."
"The victor of this decisive battle is—Chen Xuan of the Human Race from the Flame Dragon Realm!" The cold, emotionless voice of the True Immortal Puppet echoed slowly through the deathly silent battlefield.
In the arena and in the stands, you could hear a pin drop. Even the powerful figures deliberately held their breath, as if the air itself had been frozen by the residual power of Chen Xuan's sword strike.
Everyone froze on the spot, unable to believe what they were seeing—the mighty Winged Brilliant, a prodigy capable of shooting arrows with power comparable to a second-class Immortal King, had been suppressed by the Golden Rainbow of the Sun in one move, and then instantly killed in another.
“No… This isn’t real…” someone murmured to themselves, their eyes vacant.
"Speculating for millions of years, only to lose everything in one day, and still have to bear a debt for millions of years..." A True Immortal laughed bitterly, his tone filled with despair.
"I'll cut off my hand to quit gambling! I'll never gamble again in this lifetime!"
"This child... is he really a human from the resource-poor Yanlong Realm, a place without the bloodline of Great Emperors? Such combat power is already heaven-defying!"
After Winged Mang was instantly killed, the True Immortals and Immortal Kings who had placed heavy bets lost their initial madness. Their faces became solemn and iron-like, their eyes fixed on Chen Xuan, who was holding a sword in the void, their eyes filled with fear and inquiry.
This child's potential has already exceeded their understanding.
In contrast to these powerful figures who were feigning composure, Zi Chen's face was now as purple as a ripe mulberry. He forced himself to approach Jue Wuqing, whose face was flushed and who was full of vigor, and his voice trembled like a leaf:
"Brother, heartless brother, heartless elder brother... I just said I'd share half the treasure with you if I won, but now that I've lost, can you give me half of what you won?"
Jue Wuqing rolled her eyes and slapped Zi Chen with a crisp, powerful blow, nearly sending him flying. She roared, "Get lost! You'll be waiting to hand over your two delicate daughters to Chen Xuan to pay off your debts!"
The two were speaking loudly, their voices instantly carrying throughout the entire area. Those powerful figures who had been trying to maintain a facade of composure and feign calmness instantly crumbled, their pitiful wails erupting once more. They swarmed towards Jue Wuqing, their postures extremely humble, practically begging for mercy on their knees.
"Fellow Daoist Heartless! Do you still remember two hundred thousand years ago? I once invited you to taste a ten-thousand-year-old immortal wine!"
Immortal King: "Brother Ruthless! Back then, we even spied on the secluded cultivation ground where Fairy Ruxue was bathing. Have you forgotten that friendship?"
A certain god-king said, "Brother! Please accept my bow! I beg you to say a few good words for Fellow Daoist Chen Xuan!"
The Immortal King said, "Senior Heartless, does the Heartless Holy Land need any elders to serve? I am willing to join them to pay off my debt, regardless of my cultivation level!"
Several God-Kings said, "Hmph! A Celestial King becoming an offering? You have no shame! Senior Heartless, I am willing to join the Heartless Holy Land and start as a third-generation disciple!"