The sudden turn of events left everyone dumbfounded.
Who could have imagined that the person they had mocked earlier actually knew Kuang Zhongtang?
Moreover, judging from Kuang Zhongtang's expression, it seemed there was some unresolved grudge between the two.
Kuang Zhongtang had even managed to defeat Zhou Wanpeng—so who was this young man, and what level of strength did he possess?
As everyone stood in bewildered silence, Kuang Zhongtang launched a full-force strike directly at Chen Chang'an.
The sheer power behind this attack sent a shock through even Zhou Wanpeng's heart. Damn, what kind of deep-seated hatred was this? It was even fiercer than when Kuang Zhongtang had fought him earlier!
Da Huang moved swiftly, pulling Gu Xian'er to safety the moment Kuang Zhongtang made his move.
Otherwise, the shockwaves from Kuang Zhongtang's palm strike would have instantly killed Gu Xian'er—she had been standing far too close to Chen Chang'an.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion echoed as terrifying shockwaves rippled out for dozens of kilometers.
Every onlooker in the Withered Mountain Range was instantly sent flying—no one escaped unscathed.
No one had expected Kuang Zhongtang to suddenly descend and attack on the ground. Caught off guard, how could they possibly withstand the aftershocks of a strike from a Deathless Realm expert?
"Holy shit, that was insane! I was already standing so far away, but just the shockwaves nearly took half my life!"
"Half your life? Look over there—those people lost theirs entirely."
"Damn, how many died?"
"Hard to say, but the count must be over a thousand!"
"Does Kuang Zhongtang have some deep vendetta against that guy Chen Chang'an? He wasn’t even this serious when fighting Zhou Wanpeng earlier, was he?"
"No idea. I... I don’t dare go back to look now."
"The commotion seems to have died down. Should we check it out?"
"Well... fine."
A few cultivators with decent strength and bold hearts decided to return and see what had happened.
However, only Zhou Wanpeng, who had been watching from the sky, understood the situation clearly.
He had seen everything with perfect clarity. Kuang Zhongtang’s all-out strike was something even he felt he couldn’t withstand—yet the man below, Chen Chang'an, hadn’t even budged.
Who was this person? How could he be so overwhelmingly powerful?
"Just as I thought. Just as I knew."
"I couldn’t do it back then, and I still can’t now."
"No matter how hard I try, why is it never enough?"
"Tell me—why is that?"
Kuang Zhongtang’s eyes burned red as he stared at Chen Chang'an, his composure completely shattered.
After all these years, he had believed he had grown strong enough—so why was it that, in the face of Chen Chang'an, nothing had changed since their last encounter?
Chen Chang'an sighed and patted Kuang Zhongtang’s shoulder. "Why do you insist on this?"
"Didn’t I tell you back then? You can’t hurt me."
"No matter how much effort you put in, it’s pointless."
"Why cling to this obsession?"
Kuang Zhongtang took a deep breath, his gaze hardening with resolve. "No. I will defeat you."
"One way or another, I’ll make you lose—just once."
"I’ll defeat you fair and square."
"I refuse to believe I can’t even scratch you."
Once Kuang Zhongtang’s stubbornness flared up, not even an emperor could rein him in. That was just how unyielding he was.
Da Huang couldn’t take it anymore and interjected, "Why compare yourself to him? Even emperors can’t hurt him. You’re just torturing yourself for no reason."
Emperors?
Even emperors couldn’t harm Chen Chang'an?
Kuang Zhongtang wasn’t surprised—he had long suspected as much.
But Zhou Wanpeng in the sky and the onlookers who had cautiously returned were utterly stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief.
The implications of Da Huang’s words were staggering.
What kind of existence could remain unharmed even by an emperor?
Breaking into the Emperor Realm brought about a transformative leap in power—even a newly ascended emperor was incomparably stronger than before.
If Da Huang wasn’t lying, then Chen Chang'an’s strength must be at the peak of the Emperor Realm.
In the current era of the Profound World, there were undoubtedly peak-level emperors—but their identities and numbers were beyond the knowledge of ordinary cultivators.
Yet here, standing before them, might very well be one such supreme expert.
And Kuang Zhongtang, this reckless madman, had dared to attack such a figure? Had he lost his mind?
"Have you ever lost?"
Lost?
Chen Chang'an shook his head. He truly hadn’t—his physical constitution made defeat nearly impossible.
But he didn’t mention that, over all these years, he hadn’t won either, because he had never actually fought back.
"So... I’m not the only one who’s lost to you?"
"Even emperors?"
"Mhm."
"Good! Hahaha!"
"That makes me feel much better."
"But I still won’t give up. Others might fail, but I, Kuang Zhongtang, am different."
"Chen Chang'an, mark my words—one day, I will make you bleed. Even if it’s just a single drop... I swear I’ll do it."
Kuang Zhongtang’s obsession remained unshaken, though now, perhaps, it had transformed into motivation.
Now that he knew Chen Chang'an’s true strength, he had a clearer goal to strive for.
"Actually, hurting him isn’t that hard."
Da Huang’s sudden remark left even Chen Chang'an stunned. Hurting him wasn’t hard?
Chen Chang'an narrowed his eyes at Da Huang, sensing that this bastard was up to no good.
"Oh? How?" Kuang Zhongtang perked up instantly.
"Kiss him. The emotional damage would be devastating."
The moment those words left Da Huang’s mouth, Kuang Zhongtang froze.
Holy shit—what kind of earth-shattering, absurd idea was this? And yet... it made a twisted kind of sense.
Gu Xian'er, standing nearby, couldn’t help but burst into laughter. There was no denying it—Da Huang’s suggestion was lethally effective.
Being kissed by another man would undoubtedly leave deep psychological scars on Chen Chang'an.
Chen Chang'an’s expression darkened. He was seriously considering skinning Da Huang and turning him into stew. Couldn’t this idiot just keep his mouth shut?
What kind of nonsense was this?
After glaring at Da Huang, Chen Chang'an noticed Kuang Zhongtang staring at him—deep in thought.
He... was thinking about it?
What the hell was going through his mind?!
"Kuang Zhongtang, you’d better erase any ridiculous ideas from your head right now."
"Otherwise, I’ll make sure you never get another chance to challenge me," Chen Chang'an said coldly.
"What kind of nonsense is that? I, Kuang Zhongtang, am a man of honor—I would never stoop to such underhanded tactics!"
"Besides, I’ve never kissed anyone before. You think I’d waste my first time on you?"
Kuang Zhongtang had spent his entire life either in battle or on his way to one. Matters of romance? To him, that was a terrifying prospect.
So, despite having lived for so many years, he remained untouched by worldly desires—his first kiss still intact.
"Can't be bothered to waste words on you. I have things to do, so I'm leaving."
"You're leaving just like that? Where to?"
"Alchemy Emperor City. Going to see an old friend."
Alchemy Emperor City?
Hearing those three words, Kuang Zhongtang's face lit up with delight. "What a coincidence—I'm heading there too."
Huh?
He was going as well?
What for? To pick a fight in Alchemy Emperor City?
"You’re going there to start a fight? Are you insane? That place is full of alchemy maniacs. Lay a finger on one of them, and I swear a whole mob will come after you."
Many alchemists might not be particularly strong in combat, but their connections ran deep. After all, countless factions relied on the pills they refined.
The higher an alchemist’s rank, the more formidable their network—and coincidentally, most of such individuals were gathered in Alchemy Emperor City.
"Do you really think I’m an idiot?"
"I’m not going there to fight."
"Then what for?"
"Obviously for… Huh? You don’t know?" Kuang Zhongtang looked at Chen Chang'an in surprise.
"I told you, I’m visiting a friend. What would I know?"
"Not long ago, the Immortal Alchemy Emperor suddenly issued a call for skilled alchemists to gather in Alchemy Emperor City. Rumor has it, it’s for some kind of treasure."
"If even the Immortal Alchemy Emperor values it so highly, of course I’d want to take a look."
"Besides, with so many top-tier alchemists gathered in one place, if I’m lucky, I might befriend one or two. That’s always a good thing, right?"
A treasure?
Damn it, that bastard—could he be targeting my fetal beads?
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