169: Chapter 169 Ye Lanxi: I can finally go all out and fight you to the fullest!

Ye Lanxi stepped out into the air.

Her purple battle skirt fluttered in the wind, outlining the contours of her stunning figure in vivid detail.

The slit of the battle skirt was extremely high, reaching from the hem all the way to the base of her thigh.

With every step she took, her entire right leg flashed out from the slit, from ankle to knee to thigh, a long, snow-white leg that was so dazzling in the sunlight that one could not look away.

The moment she retracted her leg, the skirt closed, hiding everything from view.

With the next step, her left leg emerged from the slit on the other side.

More than a dozen Elders of the Ye family stood on their respective Peaks, watching their Clan Head walk through the air; not a single one dared to speak.

It was not because of etiquette.

It was because of the aura Ye Lanxi was releasing.

Her cultivation as a Peak Nine-Turn Quasi-Emperor was fully unleashed, and the golden spirit runes of her Desolate Ancient Sacred Body spread from her exposed neck to the back of her hands, flowing beneath her skin.

The unique Life Qi of the Major Achievement Desolate Ancient Sacred Body surged out from within her, enveloping her within a three-foot radius.

The Major Achievement Desolate Ancient Sacred Body truly lived up to its reputation; every step she took made the Void Realm tremble.

With every step she trod, the space beneath her feet exploded into ripples, which spread out from the soles of her feet, crushing the surrounding Void Realm completely.

Ye Lanxi hovered thirty zhang directly in front of the Flying Boat.

Her Phoenix eyes locked onto Lu Chen.

Those eyes were long and narrow with upturned corners, and her pupils held not a shred of the composure expected of a Quasi-Emperor, but were instead filled with naked excitement and scrutiny.

Her gaze started from Lu Chen's face, moved downwards, sweeping over his broad shoulders, his chest, lingering for an extra breath on his narrow waist, then traced down his legs before returning to his face.

She examined him from head to toe, and then from toe back to head.

It was just like picking out merchandise.

Lu Chen stood at the bow of the boat, his Emperors Might not withdrawn, and he hadn't even changed his posture.

His hands were clasped behind his back, his Black Robe billowing in the wind, and a few strands of his long hair, held up by a wooden hairpin, were blown loose by the mountain breeze, resting on his shoulders.

"Lu Chen of Yunxiao Holy Land, returning my disciple Ye Qingxian home."

His voice was not loud, but the Emperors Might carried every word, slamming into the eardrums of everyone in the Ye family.

"I did not send a visiting card in advance and have come abruptly; I hope you will forgive me, Madam."

Ye Lanxi's Phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

"Madam" — this form of address uttered from Lu Chen's mouth sounded like mere politeness.

Her red lips curled, and her voice was slowly released from her chest.

"Little friend Emperor Yun, there is no need for such formalities. Since you are here, why don't we spar and see which of us is stronger?"

When she said the word "spar," she opened and then clenched the five fingers of her right hand, her knuckles emitting a crisp cracking sound.

The spirit runes of her Desolate Ancient Sacred Body suddenly brightened by three points on the back of her hand, golden light spilling from between her fingers.

Ye Qingxian stood behind Lu Chen, her whole body hunching, both hands gripping her skirt, her large eyes scanning back and forth between her Revered Master and her mother.

It was over.

The first thing her mother said was to start a fight, not even offering a cup of tea.

Lu Chen's brows twitched.

"That wouldn't be good."

His tone was slow and leisurely, carrying the unique tolerance of an Elder speaking to a Junior.

"Although in terms of age, I am indeed a Junior."

He paused for a beat, his gaze sweeping over Ye Lanxi's face.

"But in terms of strength, Madam, you are the Junior."

"If I hurt you, my little disciple will be angry."

When this sentence landed, the seven Peaks of the Ye family went silent for three breaths.

The old face of the Supreme Realm Elder, Ye Cangsong, twitched twice; this Emperor Yun had too much arrogance.

Ye Lanxi's Phoenix eyes narrowed to the limit.

Her red lips slowly parted, revealing a row of pearly teeth, her smile so cold it could freeze magma.

As a Major Achievement Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, what she hated most in her life were two words: being looked down upon.

"A Junior?"

The smile in Ye Lanxi's Phoenix eyes deepened, deepening to a dangerous degree.

She took a step forward, and through the slit of her battle skirt, a snow-white leg flashed, from thigh to knee, the lines firm and smooth, every inch containing terrifying power capable of shattering the Void Realm.

She lifted her chin slightly, her Phoenix eyes looking down at Lu Chen.

The aura of a Nine-Turn Quasi-Emperor climbed to its Peak at this moment.

"If you want to be my daughter's Revered Master, you must first pass my test."

Her voice was neither hurried nor slow, every word ground between her teeth, carrying an irresistible dominance.

"If you cannot pass, return my daughter and get lost back to where you came from."

Lu Chen's lips curled, and he was just about to say something.

Ye Lanxi moved, without warning, without charging up.

The unique explosive method of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body—zero start-up, zero wind-up.

She clenched her right fist in the Void Realm, and the Life Qi of the Major Achievement Desolate Ancient Sacred Body surged into her right arm in that instant.

Golden spirit runes spread from the back of her hand to her shoulder, her entire arm swelling by half an inch in an instant, the Meridians beneath her skin and the spirit runes interlacing, bursting forth with blinding golden light.

She threw a punch, and the Void Realm shattered.

A Dragon made of pure Life Qi roared out from her fist, its head ferocious, whiskers flying, its entire body bright red, heading straight for Lu Chen's face.

Wherever the Dragon passed, space shattered into spiderweb-like cracks.

The outer array runes of the Ye family's protective formation were shaken into a frenzy by the aftermath of the punch, and several array runes shattered directly.

The sharp wind of the punch lifted Ye Lanxi's entire battle skirt.

As the purple fabric flew, her two long, straight legs were completely exposed to the sunlight from the base to the ankles.

The Ancient Desolate spirit runes on the inside of her thighs flowed with golden light under the drive of her Life Qi, and the curve of her hip bones and the rise and fall of her waist and abdomen flashed by in the gaps of her fluttering battle skirt.

But there was not a shred of concern in her eyes, only Battle Intent that had condensed into substance.

The Ye family Elders all changed color.

Ye Cangsong gasped; the Clan Head's punch did not hold back; she was truly fighting.

Ye Qingxian let out an "Ah," covering her eyes with both hands.

Then she peeked through the gaps between her fingers.

Lu Chen pulled his right hand from behind his back, opened his palm, and supported the back of his head.

Then he leaned back, finding a comfortable position.

With one hand cradling the back of his head, he reclined.

The Dragon, carrying the aftermath of the shattering Void Realm, slammed into his body.

No, it didn't hit.

The Protective Aura of the Peak Emperor Realm automatically activated three inches from Lu Chen's body surface.

The golden light screen didn't even flicker; the Dragon of Ancient Desolate Life Qi, fully condensed by a Peak Nine-Turn Quasi-Emperor, shattered the instant it hit the light screen.

It began to crack from the head, along the neck, body, and tail, collapsing and disintegrating section by section, turning into fragments of blood-colored spirit light that drifted away in the wind.

Not a single hair on Lu Chen's head was blown out of place.

He cradled the back of his head, his eyes half-open and half-closed, watching Ye Lanxi.

Ye Qingxian saw this scene through the gaps in her fingers, her mouth forming an "O" shape.

Ye Lanxi's Phoenix eyes contracted.

Her pupils reflected Lu Chen's nonchalant posture.

Her fist clenched and released in mid-air, then released and clenched again.

The shock only lasted for a breath.

Then, an even more intense light ignited in her Phoenix eyes.

It was not fear, but excitement.

Ye Lanxi's red lips parted, revealing a smile that was almost insane.

She reached behind her with her right hand, and a sharp screech of metal friction came from the Void Realm.

A long spear broke through the air and arrived.

The spear body was frosted white, but the spearhead was dark red, with faint blood light flowing, emitting a heart-palpitating Emperors Might.

The spear shaft was engraved with ancient Emperor runes, each line moving on its own, as if a Vicious Beast from ancient times was sealed within the spear body.

Tianshuang Tyrant Blood Spear, an emperor grade Magic Treasure.

Ye Lanxi gripped the spear shaft with her five fingers, and the tail of the spear paused in the Void Realm.

Standing with the spear, her long hair flying, the light in her Phoenix eyes reached its zenith.

"Interesting."

Her voice welled up from deep in her throat, growing half a degree huskier, carrying the unique fanaticism of being ignited.

"Really interesting, you suit my taste; strong enough, tough enough, durable enough; today I can finally let loose and have a big fight with you."

Lu Chen was speechless, but he realized his thoughts seemed different from before.

He couldn't help but complain in his heart:

"I am a man, I don't have breasts, so how can I be 'big-breasted'? And I'm not exactly 'durable' either! You are my disciple's mother; I certainly cannot let loose and have a big fight with you!"