GBP Chapter 1850
Chapter 1850
Chen Xuan stared at the ten demonic pupils that Qiu Zixian had opened between her fingers—the pupils glowed with a faint purple light, like miniature demonic abysses embedded in her fingertips.
Then, noticing the rising sword-wielding purple moon behind the purple light, with tiny sword shadows swirling around its edge, he finally abandoned his nonchalant attitude, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes: "It seems you're finally willing to show some of your true skills."
“Brother Chen Xuan, I originally thought you were a once-in-a-millennium genius, but only after fighting you today do I realize how ridiculous my previous thoughts were.” The ancient sword in Zi Mang’s hand trembled even more violently, and the runes on the sword surface lit up due to the boiling sword intent. There was no longer a trace of smile on his face, only a heavy solemnity.
At first, upon accepting Qiu Zixian's invitation, he only considered it a friendly sparring session between peers. However, Chen Xuan's composure and strength had already transcended the scope of a mere "sparring session."
If they don't use their trump card in this battle, not only will they not win, but they might even ruin the reputation of their Purple Mansion Holy Land.
Purple demonic mist surged in Qiu Zixian's palms, and ten demonic eyes slowly rotated at her fingertips. She then slowly closed her captivating eyes, leaving only her demonic eyes locked on Chen Xuan. A barely perceptible softening tone crept into her voice:
“Fellow Daoist Chen Xuan, I never expected you to be such a hidden dark horse… In that case, I’d like you to be my sister’s protector and servant even more.”
The same words, spoken now, lacked their previous playfulness and sounded more like a whispered murmur of passion—but none of the three present, preoccupied with the battle, noticed this subtle shift.
The divine feather, suspended in the void, saw that both of them had used their trump cards, and its vertical pupils suddenly contracted.
He stared intently at the figure on the lake's surface, still gripping the sword, a storm raging within him:
"How can he be so strong? After more than a hundred moves, I couldn't even find a single optimal moment to strike... Is this Chen Xuan a monster?"
Only Shen Yu knew the terror of the battle just now—while dealing with Qiu Zixian's palm technique and the purple sword intent, Chen Xuan was also able to accurately predict his arrow path, thus eliminating all his chances of a sneak attack.
This ability to "do three things at once" is something even the old monsters of the Feathered Divine Dynasty might not be able to achieve. If it were him, he wouldn't even be able to reach 30% of that level.
"That's it!"
Shen Yu gritted his teeth, and golden divine power surged into the illusory image of the Nine Suns of Fusang behind him like a tide. The already blazing suns instantly burst into dazzling golden light, and nine solid golden arrows appeared out of thin air on the bowstring. The tips of the arrows were filled with flames that could burn everything, and even the void was slightly distorted by the heat.
"Chen Xuan! If you can withstand my Nine Arrows of Fusang, then I, Shen Yu, will truly be convinced of your power!"
Without a word, the three of them developed a silent understanding—almost the instant Shen Yu finished speaking, three killing moves simultaneously enveloped Chen Xuan!
"Alright, let me see just how strong the top disciples of the Holy Land really are." Chen Xuan still held his sword finger, his gaze sweeping over the three of them. There was no fear in his tone, but rather a hint of anticipation.
"kill!"
Zi Mang launched the first attack! He suddenly opened his eyes, and six arms appeared around his body, each arm holding an identical ancient sword. As the arms swung, the purple moon of swordsmanship behind him suddenly rose into the air, instantly replacing the Supreme Taiyin Star in the sky, enveloping the entire small world in an eerie purple radiance.
"Purple Light Sword Moon Formation!"
A torrent of purple light poured down, each ray condensing into a sword in mid-air—
Countless purple divine swords hovered above Chen Xuan's head, their blades crackling with purple lightning, and their cries shook the lake, causing waves hundreds of feet high to rise.
The next second, thousands of divine swords shot towards Chen Xuan like a torrential rain, the sword wind howling as if to shatter this space into pieces.
At the same time, Akiko-sen also moved.
Her eyes were closed, but the ten demonic pupils between her fingers shone with an astonishing light as she formed an extremely eerie hand seal—
In an instant, her fingertip demonic eye reflected in the void, suddenly growing to the size of a star, with thick demonic mist churning within its pupil.
Immediately afterwards, countless thin purple threads, as fine as hair, shot towards Chen Xuan from the demonic eye. The threads carried a bone-corroding and heart-eating demonic energy, coiling around him like living things, instantly filling the airspace where Chen Xuan was located.
Qiu Zixian was overjoyed—she hadn't expected this move to bind Chen Xuan, but the silk threads had actually wrapped around his divine body!
She immediately changed her hand gesture, making a flower-picking motion with two fingers of her right hand and flicking it towards Chen Xuan's chest: "Flower-picking and Heart-plucking Hand!"
tear-
Chen Xuan's black robe tore open with a snap, revealing his fair, jade-like skin and well-defined muscles.
Immediately afterwards, an invisible force probed in along the purple thread, tearing the flesh from Chen Xuan's chest. Crimson-gold divine blood gushed out from the wound, dripping onto the lake surface and creating golden ripples.
Qiu Zixian slowly spread her two fingers, her knuckles turning white from the force, and fine beads of cold sweat seeping from her forehead—but her movements did not stop, the invisible force at her fingertips was trying to tear out Chen Xuan's heart.
"Dong dong dong... dong dong dong..."
A strong, powerful heartbeat suddenly exploded in the space, the sound carrying immense vitality, causing the purple-glowing divine sword to slightly deflect, and causing ripples to spread across Qiu Zixian's demonic mist—
How could this be a heart that could be easily controlled by the Path of Inner Demons?
This is clearly a life force as powerful as an ancient ferocious beast!
"Chen Xuan, catch the arrow!"
Shen Yu's nine Fusang divine arrows were already fully charged with power. Seeing Chen Xuan bound by silk threads and injured in the chest, he roared and suddenly released the bowstring!
shhhhh--
Nine ear-piercing shrieks tore through the sky as golden arrows, imbued with the true fire of the sun, shot like meteors toward Chen Xuan's seven vital points, including his brow, heart, and dantian.
Wherever the arrow passed, a vacuum channel was created on the lake surface, and even the air smelled burnt.
In the blink of an eye, from the moment Zi Mang unleashed the Sword Moon Formation to Qiu Zixian's Heart-Plucking, and then to Shen Yu's Arrow, the entire process took only a single breath—
The disciples of the three top forces, even though they were not from the same sect, were able to seamlessly coordinate their attacks when they joined forces, with their killing moves not interfering with each other. This level of control was far beyond what the successors of the Holy City and Quasi-Holy City could match.
At this moment, Chen Xuan was like a fish on a chopping board.
Divine blood gushed from his chest, and his skin was slashed dozens of times by the residual power of the Sword Moon Formation. Nine divine arrows carrying the power to burn the heavens were close at hand, and it seemed that his body would be pierced through in the next second.
Zi Mang realized what was happening and his face turned pale – he could perfectly activate the Sword Moon Formation, but he simply didn't have time to stop his attack at such a critical moment.
His hand gripping the sword trembled uncontrollably, his voice filled with guilt: "Oh no! Brother Chen Xuan, be careful!"
Qiu Zixian's two fingers had already touched Chen Xuan's heart. She opened her eyes, looked at the pale but still calm face in front of her, and frowned, saying, "It's come to this, and you still won't admit defeat?"
Only Shen Yu remained expressionless, staring coldly at Chen Xuan—he showed no intention of backing down; in his view, Chen Xuan had to pay the price today.
Chen Xuan glanced at the three people, feeling a slight stinging pain from their divine bodies, and suddenly chuckled, his voice full of disappointment:
"If this is all you're capable of... then I'm truly disappointed."
Upon hearing this, the three of them turned pale.
"You will die!" Zi Mang shouted anxiously. He knew the power of the Sword Moon Formation best; even a second-level Celestial Immortal might not be able to withstand it.