As soon as Elder Chiyan's roar fell, Mo Chen and Xuanfeng dared not hesitate any longer. Their auras surged as they simultaneously attacked Ye Chuan!
They had already realized that in a one-on-one fight, none of them were a match for Ye Chuan. Only by joining forces did the three of them have a chance to slay this monster!
Xuanfeng's figure blurred, and the purple light at his fingertips surged. Countless eerie purple runes appeared out of thin air, weaving into a massive magical formation!
From within the formation, countless phantom venomous snakes roared as they charged out. Carrying highly toxic and corrosive power, they swept toward Ye Chuan:
"Ten Thousand Poisons Heart-Devouring Array!"
But in the next second, those snake phantoms crashed into the chaotic power surrounding Ye Chuan. Like snow meeting fire, they instantly melted away completely, failing to stir up even a single ripple!
"Impossible! How can my spell be useless against you?!"
Just as Xuanfeng was beginning to doubt his life, Mo Chen made his move.
"Sword, come!" he shouted in a low voice. Countless glowing white spiritual swords soared from his body, densely packed and blotting out the sky!
Sharp sword qi lingered on the spiritual swords, tearing through the air and emitting ear-piercing hums!
Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!
"Boy, taste my Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!"
The countless spiritual swords all changed direction at once, shooting toward Ye Chuan with world-destroying might!
This time, Ye Chuan's expression finally changed.
The Chaos Indestructible Body could grant immunity to spells, and although it could resist the spiritual energy on the flying swords, it alone could not block this kind of pure physical piercing attack.
Ye Chuan's figure instantly turned into a streak of black light, frantically teleporting and dodging in mid-air.
The spiritual swords poured down like a torrential rain, each one locked onto Ye Chuan's flight path, piercing countless small holes in the surrounding space.
The mountain peaks along the way were struck by the spiritual swords and instantly cut into countless fragments, sending rubble flying and filling the air with dust!
Relying on extreme mobility, Ye Chuan shuttled through the densely packed spiritual swords. His robes were swept by the sword qi and instantly torn with a few cuts; blood flowed out but healed instantly in the next second.
Mo Chen stood in mid-air, his eyes locked dead on Ye Chuan's figure. Watching him constantly teleport and dodge, a flash of understanding passed through his eyes.
"Boy, could it be that you can't resist my sword art?! So your bizarre ability also has a weakness!"
He guessed right! This Huang Haotian seemed invincible, but he was specifically afraid of this pure physical sword strike!
Ye Chuan glanced over. Those countless spiritual swords were like maggots attached to the bone, chasing him tightly and giving him no chance to stop.
After all, the Tribulation Crossing Realm crushed him by two major realms. Ye Chuan really didn't want to take this Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin head-on, but these spiritual swords were locked onto him, and they wouldn't stop until they pierced something.
"Xuanfeng! Chiyan! What are you waiting for?!"
Mo Chen shouted while controlling the spiritual swords to pursue Ye Chuan.
"Attack and stop him immediately! Tangle up his footsteps; I want to slay this boy with my own hands!"
Elder Chiyan had already caught his breath at this moment, the stinging pain in his divine soul slightly easing. Hearing Mo Chen's roar, he immediately reacted.
The crimson flames around him surged once again. Even though he was still entangled with negative effects, he still summoned countless raging flames and then rushed toward Ye Chuan.
"Huang Haotian, die!"
Xuanfeng also reacted. Although spells were useless against Ye Chuan, he could engage in close combat!
His figure blurred, and the purple light at his fingertips condensed into a purple long whip. Highly toxic poison lingered on the whip as it lashed toward Ye Chuan!
Both of them tried to stop Ye Chuan from continuing to teleport and dodge.
With the densely packed, unavoidable spiritual swords on one side, and the pincer attack from Chiyan and Xuanfeng on the other, Ye Chuan's movements were forced to stop.
"Now!" A brilliant light burst from Mo Chen's eyes. Seizing the gap in Ye Chuan's teleportation, he pointed sharply with his fingertip. The countless spiritual swords instantly gathered together, transforming into a massive spiritual sword that slashed fiercely at Ye Chuan with world-destroying might.
"Parasol Tree Sword, Absolute Kill!"
This sword strike condensed Mo Chen's lifelong cultivation. Its speed was pushed to the extreme, leaving Ye Chuan absolutely no chance to dodge!
Boom!
Upon colliding with the attacks of Chiyan and the others, an earth-shattering explosion rang out. The massive spiritual sword viciously pierced Ye Chuan's body!
Immediately after, countless tiny spiritual swords poured down like a torrential rain, densely piercing through Ye Chuan's limbs and bones, pinning his body in mid-air. Dust and smoke billowed out, obscuring everyone's vision.
"Oh no... Ye Chuan?!" Seeing this scene, Bai Qianshuang's small face paled slightly, and she immediately prepared to help.
But the next moment, as if she had realized something, her movements paused.
...
"Hahaha! Hahaha!" Standing in mid-air, Mo Chen looked at the figure in the dust and finally laughed heartily.
"Huang Haotian! You finally meet your end today! Even if your physique is bizarre, even if you have many tricks, you still can't block my sword art in the end!"
But just then, Xuanfeng suddenly frowned. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously spoke up:
"No... something's wrong!"
"What's wrong?" Elder Chiyan asked impatiently.
Xuanfeng pointed at Ye Chuan in the dust. "There's no blood! There isn't a single drop of blood on him!"
As soon as these words came out, Mo Chen's laughter stopped abruptly. Chiyan was also stunned. The two of them looked toward the dust at the same time—
The dust gradually dissipated, and Ye Chuan's figure slowly emerged.
Countless spiritual swords still pierced through his limbs and bones, but indeed, not a single drop of blood flowed from him. Instead, he appeared in a translucent state, like a ghost, without the slightest sense of a physical body.
Intangibility!
The smugness on Mo Chen's face instantly froze. His brows furrowed tightly, his face full of confusion and unease:
"What's going on?! Why does he look like this?! Has his physical body been destroyed? Is only his divine soul left?"
Those spiritual swords seemed to have pierced his body, but in reality, they just passed right through his intangible form, not harming him in the slightest.
"Activating intangibility, entering the second phase."
Ye Chuan slowly raised his head, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
The countless spiritual swords lost their focal point and fell to the ground one after another, making crisp clattering sounds.
He stretched his limbs, and the magic sword Bellana in his hand gleamed with a cold, icy light once more.
"Pray that you take a few less strikes before my intangibility runs out. I forgot to tell you, my magic sword is also a weapon with intangible abilities that can slash the divine soul," Ye Chuan said indifferently.
As long as you aren't a monster with special mechanics, as long as you have a health bar.
Ye Chuan would dare to hack you down!
The next second, his figure vanished into thin air, turning into a streak of black light and instantly teleporting in front of Mo Chen.
Mo Chen's expression changed drastically. He subconsciously tried to control his spiritual swords to block, but Ye Chuan's speed was too fast, giving him no chance at all!
"Pfft!"
The sword struck true. Mo Chen let out a miserable scream as an intense stabbing pain shot through his divine soul. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his body subconsciously retreated backward violently.
Chiyan and Xuanfeng also had drastic changes in expression. This monster actually had such a bizarre skill!
Ignoring spells, ignoring sword arts, and still able to constantly teleport over to hack people down—there was no escaping it!
"Run!"
Noticing the situation turning grim, Xuanfeng turned around and prepared to teleport away!
"Hmph, trying to escape?"
But as soon as he moved, Ye Chuan's figure appeared before him once again. The demonic sword slashed down ruthlessly, and an agonizing pain in his soul instantly swept through his entire body, rendering him completely unable to move.
Elder Chiyan also tried to step in and stop him, but his own soul had already been damaged by Ye Chuan's previous strikes. Coupled with the lingering negative effects, he was simply no match for Ye Chuan.
The moment he got close, Ye Chuan kicked him flying. He crashed heavily onto the flying ship, spewing a large mouthful of blood.
Ye Chuan was like an invincible monster, teleporting back and forth among the three of them. Every time the demonic sword fell, it brought forth a shrill, bloodcurdling scream.
The three mighty Tribulation Transcendence realm experts were now like stray dogs, completely battered and humiliated, only able to dodge in a blind panic!
Th-three Tribulation Transcendence experts, being chased and hacked at?
This scene left the cultivators from the Holy Land in utter disbelief.
Monster! You monster! Mo Chen dodged while roaring madly, his face twisted with fear and despair.
He had never imagined that he would end up in such a pathetic state at the hands of a young man!
To lose so completely!
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s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
