170: Chapter 170 The Great Perfection of the Ancient Sacred Body Battles the Great Emperor!

The heavenly frost tyrant blood spear tore through the air and arrived.

Ye Lanxi stood holding the spear, and with a tap of the spear's butt, the Void Realm beneath her feet collapsed, forming a void fissure a hundred zhang in diameter.

The cultivation of a Peak Nine-Turn Quasi-Emperor combined with the blood energy of a Great Success Ancient Sacred Body; these two forces converged within her.

She moved, and as she unleashed her spear technique, the spear struck out like a Dragon.

The frost-white spear shaft dragged behind it a trail of afterimages in mid-air, each one carrying a terrifying power capable of splitting a mountain range.

Wherever the spear radiance passed, space shattered, and the turbulent flows of the Void Realm surged from the fissures, only to be pulverized by the wind of the spear.

The Elders of the Supreme Realm used their spiritual power to protect the mountain Peaks beneath their feet, their old faces ashen.

"The Patriarch is treating the Ye family as a battlefield. If this fight continues, three of the seven Peaks will collapse."

Lu Chen stood where he was, not moving.

The spear shadows rained down, covering the sky and blocking the sunlight above his head. He raised his right hand, pressed his index and middle fingers together, and tapped forward.

Ding.

A crisp sound of metal clashing exploded above the Nine Heavens.

Those two fingers tapped precisely onto the side of the spearhead, the force neither too great nor too small, just enough to deflect the trajectory of that emperor grade spear by three inches.

With that difference of three inches, the spear radiance grazed Lu Chen's shoulder, tearing through the clouds for a hundred miles behind him.

Surprise appeared in Ye Lanxi's eyes.

Her spear—her emperor grade Magic Treasure—had been deflected by two fingers, despite her using all her strength in that strike.

Ye Lanxi did not pause; her spear technique shifted, and the spear shaft erupted with seven afterimages, each a tangible lethal move, simultaneously sealing off Lu Chen's retreat from seven different angles.

Seven spears arrived at once.

Lu Chen's figure moved.

He did not retreat, but instead took a step forward.

Just one step.

His figure passed through the gaps between the seven spear radiances.

It was not a forceful resistance, nor was it spiritual power protecting his body; it was pure movement technique.

A Great Emperor's perception of the Laws of heaven and earth had reached its limit. In his eyes, Ye Lanxi's spear path was so clear that every inch of spiritual power's movement and every trace of blood energy's flow was revealed in minute detail.

When he passed through the spear shadows, he merely tilted his head slightly.

This was because Ye Lanxi's long hair was flying in the wind of the spear, brushing against the tip of his nose.

The hair carried a faint fragrance, not of cosmetics, but the unique scent of a mature woman, carrying the faint warmth of her body temperature.

Lu Chen's nostrils twitched.

He complained to himself, "What kind of scent is this? It actually smells quite nice."

Ye Lanxi's spear momentum was spent, so she spun her body in mid-air, the high slit of her battle dress swirling up, her long, slender legs tracing a fluid arc as she turned.

Borrowing the force of the rotation, she swung the spear around from behind her, the butt of the spear sweeping horizontally toward Lu Chen's waist.

The angle of this strike was tricky, following the path of close-quarters combat.

That was the fighting style of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body; the closer, the stronger; the more intimate the engagement, the more terrifying it became.

After all, it was well known that the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body was a Body Cultivator's holy body, and once a Body Cultivator got close to a Spell Cultivator, even if the Spell Cultivator was a Realm higher, there was still a risk of falling!

Lu Chen dodged to the side.

The spear butt grazed his waist, less than two inches away.

Ye Lanxi took the opportunity to press her advantage, her entire body closing in.

The distance between them suddenly shrank to within a foot.

Lu Chen could clearly see the Battle Intent and madness in her phoenix eyes, the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, and the Ancient Desolate spiritual runes on her collarbone flickering and dimming with her breathing.

The neckline of her battle dress had slipped down by half an inch due to the intense movement, and the curves of her chest rose and fell violently with every spear thrust during their close-quarters combat.

Lu Chen's gaze unconsciously swept downwards for a glance.

Then he quickly pulled it back.

From this angle, it was truly surging like waves; one could call it a surging Aura!

Ye Lanxi's spear did not stop.

Her left fist struck out simultaneously, the blood energy of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body concentrating on her knuckles, and golden spiritual runes spreading from the back of her hand up her entire arm.

Spear and fist came out together, each move faster than the last.

Lu Chen used his fingers as a sword, sword techniques emerging on his fingertips. His two fingers wove through the spear shadows and fist winds, each contact perfectly unloading her force.

His figure was elusive; Ye Lanxi's spear could not catch him, and her fists could not touch him.

The two exchanged dozens of moves ten thousand zhang high in the air.

Below the seven Peaks of the Ye family, Ye Qingxian tilted her head back, standing on the deck of the Flying Boat, her large eyes widened to their limit.

What was she seeing? She couldn't see anything at all!

She only knew that her mother—that Peak Nine-Turn Quasi-Emperor, Great Success Ancient Sacred Body, and top-tier combatant who ranked highly even in the Central Plains—was giving it her all.

Every spear thrust carried the aftershocks of shattering the Void Realm, and every punch smashed out with the sound of mountains collapsing and the earth splitting.

She knew that her mother's spear couldn't touch the hem of her Revered Master's clothes, and her fists couldn't touch her Revered Master's skin.

Ye Qingxian felt that she wasn't watching a great battle, but rather a dance.

Her mother was responsible for dancing with all her might, and her Revered Master was responsible for elegantly dodging.

In mid-air.

Lu Chen once again dodged Ye Lanxi's horizontal spear sweep, and in the instant they brushed past each other, he spoke.

"Patriarch Ye, your strength is not bad."

His voice was not loud, carrying a casual tone laced with teasing.

"It's just that your speed is a bit slow."

Ye Lanxi's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

Lu Chen's gaze swept from her face downwards, then pulled back.

"You can't win a fight just by having a good figure."

Ye Lanxi's face flushed red instantly.

Not from shyness, but from anger.

"Having a strong Physique won't work either."

Lu Chen tapped his two fingers on her spearhead again, deflecting her lethal move.

"The most critical thing is still cultivation."

He paused for a beat, the corners of his mouth curving.

"And my cultivation is higher than yours."

Ye Lanxi clenched her teeth, and the Battle Intent in her phoenix eyes turned from intense to fanatical.

She burned the Ancient Desolate Saint Blood in her body even harder.

The purple-gold runes appearing on her skin spread from her neck to her arms, and from her arms to her entire body.

Every rune pulsed violently, emitting the terrifying Aura of the ancient primordial era.

Her Aura climbed a level in an instant, and the Void Realm within a hundred zhang of her body shattered completely, turning into a patch of Chaos.

Ye Cangsong's body retreated three steps uncontrollably. He had only seen the Patriarch use this move once, hundreds of years ago.

"Ancient Desolate Heaven-Battling Art!"

Ye Lanxi pinched the magic seal.

She raised her spear high above her head, and the Emperor runes on the spear shaft were all activated. A dark red blood light shot into the sky, dyeing the entire firmament blood-red.

The blood energy of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, the spiritual power of a Nine-Turn Quasi-Emperor, and the might of an emperor grade Magic Treasure—the three combined into one.

A mountain-toppling and sea-draining spear radiance descended from the sky, locking onto Lu Chen's Aura.

Heaven and earth changed color.

Lu Chen looked up, watching that blood-colored spear radiance, and his expression finally changed.

It was not solemnity, but rather, he was half a percent more serious.

Deep within his pupils, something was rotating.

Broken Illusion Divine Eye.

Profound Dao runes flowed within his pupils, circle after circle.

Once the divine eye opened, everything in heaven and earth was laid bare before his eyes. Ye Lanxi's lethal move was deconstructed in his vision into countless lines of spiritual power, blood energy, and Law.

The trajectory of every line, the strength of every node—everything was exposed without omission.

In his eyes, there were too many flaws; a Quasi-Emperor was, after all, only a Quasi-Emperor.

Lu Chen did not use his Physical Body strength. In essence, he was a Spell Cultivator; his Physical Body could not compare to the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, but he did not need to compare.

He raised his right index finger.

Great Desolation Heaven-Imprisoning Finger, moving as his heart desired, unleashed instantly.

Vast Great Emperor Law poured out from his fingertip, colorless and formless, yet it crushed everything.

The moment the blood-colored spear radiance touched that finger, it began to disintegrate from the center.

The Ancient Desolate blood energy collapsed before the Great Desolation Heaven-Imprisoning Finger; the purple-gold runes shattered, and the Emperor runes of the emperor grade spear dimmed.

Ye Lanxi's body was struck by an irresistible force.

Her entire person was sent flying backward.

The web between her thumb and index finger holding the spear burst open, and blood flowed down the spear shaft, dripping one drop after another toward the mountain Peaks ten thousand zhang below.

She barely steadied her figure several thousand zhang away, her phoenix eyes staring at the Black Robe figure in the distance.

One finger; he had only used one finger.

Ye Lanxi's chest heaved violently, the purple-gold runes faded, and the spiritual runes of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body dimmed.

There was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, which she slowly licked away with the tip of her tongue.

She stared at Lu Chen, the light in her phoenix eyes not only failing to extinguish but instead burning even brighter.

That was not anger; it was pure excitement! It was the excitement of having found an opponent!