mtlumby2d Chapter 1987
Chapter 1987
The Holy Lord of Yaoguang merely sneered and remained silent.
His gaze also quietly fell on Chen Xuan, a hint of barely perceptible ruthlessness hidden deep in his eyes—when he captured Lu Xueqi just now, he casually slapped Chen Xuan with his palm, even though he only used 10% of his strength, it was still with the intention of testing him.
According to his expectations, even if Chen Xuan had a top-grade immortal armor and protective treasures, he should still be seriously injured and it would take several years to recover.
Unexpectedly, the boy only spat out a mouthful of blood, and within a few breaths he stood up again. In such a short time, his aura had already returned to its peak!
Such a divine and demonic foundation, coupled with the near-perfect sword path he displayed when he slew Xiao Xuanche earlier... all prove that Chen Xuan's future potential is unfathomable.
The top combat power of the Heartless Holy Land is already becoming increasingly strong. If another God-King is added in a million years, the survival space of the Yao Guang Holy Land will only become smaller.
By detaining Lu Xueqi, Chen Xuan would be unable to obtain what he desires and his Dao heart would be difficult to fulfill—at that time, his attainment of the Heavenly Immortal realm would be a great calamity, let alone the True Immortal or Immortal King realm? This is the real reason why the Holy Lord of Yaoguang is unwilling to let go.
Chen Xuan took in all the changes in Yao Guang's expression and instantly understood.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes cold, pointed at the Holy Lord Yao Guang, and said indifferently, "Old scoundrel, you captured my Daoist partner just to corrupt my Dao heart and prevent me from transcending the tribulation and becoming an immortal, didn't you?"
Upon hearing this, several Immortal Kings, including Jue Wuqing and Zi Chen, were slightly taken aback. No wonder Yao Guang had personally attacked a junior earlier; it turned out that he had already tested Chen Xuan's potential and wanted to eliminate him beforehand!
"Nonsense!" The Holy Lord of Yaoguang's expression remained unchanged, his tone as indifferent as ice. "Junior, what right do you have to be schemed against by me? In my eyes, you are nothing more than a weak ant."
Jue Wuqing wanted to say something more, but then he saw Chen Xuan suddenly change his demeanor—the grief and forbearance from before disappeared, replaced by a resolute ruthlessness.
He formed a sword finger and pointed it in the direction of the Yao Guang Holy Land, his voice clear and bright: "In that case, the Yao Guang Holy Land should just abolish the position of Holy Son from now on—no, I think you should stop recruiting male disciples!"
The fact that a junior dared to be so arrogant towards a Celestial King immediately caused an uproar among the Holy Sons of the Yao Guang Holy Land, who all voiced their mockery:
"Chen Xuan! The Holy Lord is merciful and spared your life, yet instead of being grateful, you dare to turn around and bite the hand that feeds you!"
"That's right! You only dare to challenge the majesty of the Immortal King because you have someone backing you up. You're really courting death!"
Chen Xuan ignored the clamor, his gaze sweeping over the holy sons of Yao Guang, his voice as cold as the ice of the Netherworld: "Because, as long as I, Chen Xuan, am alive, I will kill every male disciple of Yao Guang I encounter outside—until I have killed you all!"
The madness and determination in his words sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.
The male disciples of Yaoguang were even more furious, cursing Chen Xuan for spouting nonsense and merely using the prestige of the sect's higher-ups to put on airs.
Jue Wuqing opened his mouth, wanting to persuade Chen Xuan to restrain himself, but seeing the determination in the young man's eyes, he ultimately remained silent—this was Chen Xuan's path and his Dao heart, and as a senior member of the sect, he could not interfere.
Chen Xuan ignored everyone's reactions, raised his hand and gripped the Beiming Sword on his back. The sword hummed, as if responding to his fighting spirit.
He surveyed the entire arena, his voice echoing in every corner: "The ranking battle continues! I still set the rules!"
The sword's cry grew louder and louder, carrying the power of the Great Dao, causing the surrounding air to tremble.
Chen Xuan's gaze was as cold and sharp as a knife as he swept over the warships of the various holy lands, and he shouted: "From this day forward, let us spar on the stage, and let fate decide our fate! I, Chen Xuan, will no longer hold back!"
"Come! No limit on the number of people!" He suddenly pointed the Northern Darkness Sword at the warships of the various holy lands, the sword's roar soaring into the sky, "Which holy land's outstanding son dares to step onto the stage and fight me—a battle to the death!"