GBP Chapter 1848
Chapter 1848
Upon hearing this, Zi Mang, Shen Yu, and Qiu Zixian all frowned slightly.
Qiu Zixian and Shen Yu had come with resentment in their hearts, so how could they tolerate Chen Xuan? They immediately took a step, their figures moving like a stream of light onto the lake surface, their clothes sweeping across the water, bringing up strings of silvery water droplets.
“Fellow Daoist Zi Mang, Fellow Daoist Chen Xuan has extended such an invitation, could it be that the Purple Mansion Holy Land is afraid?” Qiu Zixian vaguely felt that something was wrong—Chen Xuan had been too calm from beginning to end, as if he had everything under control.
To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, she took the initiative to invite Zi Mang into the game, her tone carrying a hint of provocation.
Zi Mang looked at Chen Xuan, who stood opposite him with his hands behind his back. Chen Xuan smiled at him and secretly transmitted his voice: "Brother Zi Mang, if you are itching to show your skills, please feel free to participate. I will not be angry and will not mind."
"Hahaha...That's great!" As fellow outstanding young talents, who could resist such "provocation" from a genius of the same realm?
Zi Mang knew Chen Xuan was strong, but she hadn't expected him to be so arrogant. She immediately raised her hand and drew the ancient sword from her back—as soon as the blade left its sheath, a clear and melodious sword cry resounded throughout the small building, and an invisible sword intent spread out like a tide, enveloping the entire Dongting Small Building in a chilling light.
With a flash of purple light, he landed beside Qiu Zixian and Shen Yu.
"Since Brother Chen Xuan is so confident, I'd like to see where you get the confidence to take on the three of us at the same time!" Zi Mang laughed heartily, the ancient sword in his hand humming and trembling, its sword intent soaring to the sky.
Facing three top young combat forces—the Purple Mansion Holy Land, the Nine Nether Holy Land, and the Feathered Divine Dynasty—at the same time, Chen Xuan's smile remained unchanged:
"I have long awaited a battle with your true forms and primordial spirits. Today, let me see just how capable the younger generation of the two holy lands and the immortal dynasty truly are!"
Even at this point, Chen Xuan remained stubborn, leaving Shen Yu and Qiu Zixian somewhat bewildered—did he truly possess strength, or was he merely putting on an act?
However, since Chen Xuan has already pointed out the "prestige of the sect," the nature of this battle is completely different.
If it were just a friendly spar between peers, they could hold back; but when it came to the sect's reputation, the three of them had to go all out.
The three exchanged a glance and nodded slightly. Even though it was three against one, they were determined to cooperate seamlessly and use their strongest moves.
"You two fight it out in close combat, while I'll find the best opportunity to launch a ranged attack to support you." Shen Yu stared at the slender figure on the lake and transmitted his voice to Qiu Zixian and Zi Mang, his golden eyes burning with fighting spirit.
Qiu Zixian and Zi Mang nodded almost imperceptibly.
The next second, the auras of the three of them surged simultaneously!
Three streams of ethereal immortal energy rose from Shen Yu's body, and a phantom image of a thousand-foot-tall Fusang divine tree appeared behind him, its divine radiance surging like molten gold.
Immediately afterwards, nine dazzling suns appeared out of thin air, releasing intense divine light, which converged layer upon layer towards the bowstring of the divine bow in his hand—before the arrow was even formed, a terrifying pressure that could tear through the void spread out, and the air itself was scorched hot.
Qiu Zixian's primordial spirit actually possessed four transcendent immortal energies, each of which perfectly matched the demonic path she cultivated.
Empowered by the demonic and immortal energy, her aura suddenly changed, with a dense purple demonic mist swirling around her, making her appear like an empress emerging from the Nine Netherworld Abyss. Her face was veiled in black gauze, revealing only eyes that churned with icy killing intent, and her pair of top-grade immortal gauze gloves gleamed with a faint purple light within the demonic mist.
"Soaring Sky Sword Cloud!" Zi Mang held the sword in one hand, pointing it at the sky, and the sword light of the Great Dao was wildly outlining the sky.
In an instant, hundreds of illusory swords, each reaching to the heavens, appeared in the sky like clouds, their sword intent chilling and piercing. Combined with the four strands of immortal energy around him, his overall aura and strength surged several times over, as if he were about to cleave the heavens in the next second.
On the other side of the lake, Chen Xuan calmly examined the three men's trump cards, silently nodding in approval:
"As expected of the core of the Holy Land and the combat power of the Holy Maiden's primordial spirit avatar... Shen Yu's divine archery technique, combined with the Fusang Nine Luminaries, is indeed not to be underestimated."
"And there's Xia Jiuyou's second primordial spirit... Interesting method. The four streams of immortal energy are so perfectly suited to the three paths of demonic cultivation she's taken. With such immortal energy support, her heart-shaking power and the secret techniques of her inner demons must be even more terrifying and dangerous, right?"