klisemfg Chapter 2001
Chapter 2001
The blade of the Beiming Sword slammed heavily into Xia Jiuyou's body. Under such severe injury, she, who was already determined to die, had no power to resist. She spat out several mouthfuls of blood, and her body, like a kite with a broken string, turned into a streak of blue light and plummeted towards the ground.
This scene caught the eye of the old celestial queen of the Nine Netherworld Holy Land. A rare smile appeared on her tense face. Just as she was about to say something to ease the situation, Chen Xuan's newly regenerated left arm suddenly swelled up and stretched out like a serpent, grabbing the defenseless Xia Jiuyou.
Holding Chen Xuan's giant hand, Xia Jiuyou was as small as a doll, her breath weak and dying. She looked up at Chen Xuan, her eyes filled with despair, and murmured in a hoarse voice, "Chen Xuan, you...you're going to bow down to them?"
Chen Xuan glanced at her indifferently. Just then, the voice of the Nine Nether Immortal King praising "Excellent swordsmanship" drifted from the distant void. But before the words could finish, Chen Xuan suddenly flipped his hand and took Xia Jiuyou into his palm. Then, his loud laughter echoed throughout the entire dueling platform: "Such a good personal maid and bed warmer is hard to find even with a lantern! Since she's unloved and neglected in your Nine Nether Holy Land, then I'll accept this 'opportunity'!"
His words were resounding, completely ignoring the Nine Nether Saint Lord, whose face was so gloomy it could drip water, and Han Jiuling, whose blood was surging and whose face was so red it was almost spitting out blood mist.
"Chen Xuan! How dare you steal my Great Dao opportunity!" Han Jiuling had already activated nine forbidden techniques in succession. Once the forbidden techniques were complete, the aura emanating from his body instantly soared to the peak of the third-grade True Immortal. Seeing Xia Jiuyou, who was only half alive, being captured by Chen Xuan in a domineering manner, he completely lost his mind. He immediately joined forces with Xuan Yi, Tianxuan Saint Son, Yaochi Saint Son, and others who had also activated forbidden techniques, frantically unleashing their divine powers and charging fiercely towards Chen Xuan.
The crimson Yin-Yang diagram slowly rotated in the void, pressing down on Chen Xuan's location with overwhelming power; the lotus pond of the Holy Son of Yaochi had completely changed its appearance. The pond was no longer filled with pure water, but with surging blood and evil. Crimson lotus flowers grew wildly, emitting a terrifying and ferocious aura. If the lotus pond was a fairyland that transcended the mortal world before, it was now a blood-stained purgatory.
"Everyone! This battle concerns our life's honor and disgrace, kill!" Xuan Yi roared, the blood mist around him burning even more fiercely.
"Chen Xuan, this farce should end now!" Tianxuan Saint Son's eyes were ferocious, and the magic weapon in his hand burst out with dazzling light.
Xuan Yi and the other six were all burning with blood mist in their bodies. With seven or eight layers of forbidden techniques superimposed, their auras were directly comparable to those of a third-level Celestial Immortal! This was the foundation and potential of the first-tier disciples of the eight holy lands. Even at the cost of damaging their foundation in the Great Dao, they were willing to fight to the death.
Seeing their disciples' frenzied actions, the expressions of the various Holy Masters also turned solemn. This forbidden technique was a desperate measure that would "kill a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of your own." If Chen Xuan could still hold on, the seven would not only suffer disgrace and ruin, but their foundations in the Great Dao would also suffer irreversible damage.
The surrounding void fell into a brief silence. Although the Immortal Kings and God Kings appeared calm, the extremely oppressive atmosphere made the disciples of the eight holy lands hold their breath and not dare to even breathe loudly.
With Xia Jiuyou, who was powerless to resist, in one hand and the other arm holding the Beiming Divine Sword, Chen Xuan looked at the seven people rushing towards him and knew in his heart that this battle should indeed end.
"Hmph, although your strength is barely passable, it still doesn't meet my expectations... You are still too weak!" Before Chen Xuan finished speaking, the Beiming Sword in his left and right hands slowly retracted its stance, but an even stronger and more chilling killing aura suddenly erupted from his body, sweeping across the entire dueling platform.