171: Chapter 171 Heavenly Emperor Fist! Isn't this the "Tender Affection Fist" and the "Thug's Excitement Fist"?

Ye Lanxi was sent flying back, only managing to stabilize herself after flipping three times in the Void Realm.

The tiger's mouth of her right hand had burst open, and blood trickled down the shaft of the heavenly frost tyrant blood spear, falling drop by drop.

Her purple war robe had several gashes torn into it from the aftershocks of the previous Great Desolation Heaven-Imprisoning Finger.

The situation at her waist was even worse.

Half of the war robe's waistband had been shattered by the shockwave, causing the purple fabric to slump down two inches, exposing a large expanse of snowy-white skin between her waist and hip bone.

The golden spirit runes of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body flowed across that patch of skin, flickering with her rapid breathing; a bead of sweat slid down from the small of her back, following the curve of her hip before disappearing into the edge of the remaining fabric.

The right side of her battle skirt was torn to the limit, leaving her entire right leg exposed from just below the upper thigh down, the tight lines of her jade-like leg shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat under the sunlight.

Ye Lanxi did not look down at her disheveled state.

She raised her left hand and used the back of it to wipe away the trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.

Her movements were not hurried, even carrying a hint of composure; after wiping, her tongue slid across the corner of her mouth, curling the remaining metallic taste of blood into her mouth.

Her Phoenix eyes were locked onto Lu Chen, who was thirty yards away.

That man still had that same listless, half-dead look.

With his hands behind his back, his Black Robe didn't have a single wrinkle, and not even a strand of his hair was out of place.

Ye Lanxi's Phoenix eyes narrowed.

It wasn't fear; she had never feared anyone in her life.

The recovery power of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body began to operate, and the surging blood within her was forcibly suppressed within three breaths; the burst tiger's mouth healed at a speed visible to the naked eye as new flesh grew from the edges of the wound, sealing the crack.

Ye Lanxi held the heavenly frost tyrant blood spear horizontally before her.

The cultivation of a Nine-Turn Quasi-Emperor Peak was constricted to the extreme, as all the Qi from the Meridians throughout her body flowed back into her Dantian, compressed and compressed again.

The blood of the Major Achievement Ancient Desolate Saint Body was no longer released externally but was instead entirely poured back into her body.

Ye Lanxi let go of the heavenly frost tyrant blood spear.

Deprived of its Revered Master's Qi supply, the emperor grade spear hovered in mid-air, humming.

She no longer wanted the spear.

She clenched her right fist.

Her knuckles cracked and popped, and golden spirit runes interlaced on the surface of her fist to form an ancient rune.

The shape of that rune was an ancient imperial beast that had stepped out of the primordial wilderness: the Xiezhi.

Heavenly Emperor Fist.

The innate Divine Ability of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, condensing all of one's blood, Qi, and mental will into a single punch.

This punch could be considered one of Ye Lanxi's trump cards.

Ye Lanxi ignored the exclamations of the Ye Family members.

Her Phoenix eyes were locked onto Lu Chen, her red lips parted to reveal her pearly whites, her entire face filled with a paranoid Battle Intent.

Ye Lanxi's body vanished.

It wasn't just a fast movement technique; it was the speed of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body at the moment of its explosion breaking through the bearing limit of space.

At her previous position, the Void Realm shattered directly into a black hole.

In the next instant, she appeared before Lu Chen.

She was so close she could see her own reflection in his pupils.

Her fist roared out—the Heavenly Emperor Fist!

A fist phantom bellowed from her knuckles, sweeping in all directions like the pressure of a primordial imperial beast, causing the entire firmament to crack under the force of this punch.

"Sigh."

"Is this even worthy of being called the Heavenly Emperor Fist? Isn't it just as soft and weak as the Sentimental Fist or the Criminal's Delight Fist?"

He let out a sigh.

He drew his right hand from behind his back, his fingers reaching for the wine gourd at his waist.

The sword-nurturing gourd.

With the mouth of the gourd pointing toward the sky, Lu Chen flicked his index finger.

Two beams of light soared into the sky.

One was frost-white, the other crimson.

Two Flying Swords shot out from the sword-nurturing gourd, their blades no more than three feet long and as thin as a cicada's wing, yet the moment they were unsheathed, they released a Sword Intent that changed the color of the heavens and earth.

fenghua and xueyue.

Lu Chen's life-bound Flying Swords.

The supreme sword Dao personally passed down by Revered Master Ling Yuling, containing the lifelong insights of another Great Emperor.

The frost-white Flying Sword, 'fenghua', streaked across the sky, the astral winds whipped up by its blade transforming into thousands of strands of Sword Qi, sealing off all of Ye Lanxi's paths of retreat from the left.

The crimson Flying Sword, 'xueyue', strangled its way in from the right, its sword light carrying a heat that could burn the heavens and refine the earth, slicing the Void Realm on the right into fragments.

The two swords combined, and the sword array was formed.

The golden Fist Intent of the Heavenly Emperor Fist collided with the dual-sword strangling array.

Golden light and sword rays clashed, erupting into an all-encompassing storm of Qi; three layers of the Ye Family's Clan Protection Array's outer barriers shattered in succession, though they quickly recovered.

Under the strangling force of the two swords, the fist phantom became covered in cracks, yet it did not shatter.

The innate Divine Ability of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body was indeed terrifying; even when facing a Great Emperor's life-bound Flying Swords, it still held out for three breaths.

After three breaths, the fist phantom shattered.

The two swords passed through the fragmented golden light, closing in on Ye Lanxi from both sides simultaneously.

Ye Lanxi was completely pinned down.

In front of her was the dual-sword blockade, behind her was the Void Realm black hole carved out by the Sword Qi, and on both her left and right flanks were the aftershocks of the strangling sword array.

She had no way to retreat.

Just as the two swords were about to touch her body, they suddenly stopped.

The tips of the swords hung half an inch outside her left and right temples, motionless.

The wind from the swords blew all of her long hair behind her, and her Phoenix eyes reflected two cold sword rays.

She was sealed off, but he hadn't harmed her.

Before Ye Lanxi could react, another thing appeared in her pupils.

Lu Chen's right palm flipped over.

A flame bloomed in the center of his palm.

It was a ghostly blue.

Deep, quiet, and without a trace of smoke, yet the moment it was born, it distorted all space within thirty yards.

The Void Realm let out an overburdened wail as the spatial barriers melted and collapsed under the high temperature of the ghostly blue flame, turning into a transparent fluid that flowed downward.

Nanming Li Fire—Lu Chen's life-bound Emperor Fire.

Below the seven Peaks of the Ye Family, Ye Cangsong's face turned pale.

Beside him, the Supreme Realm Elder Ye Qingbai's legs went weak.

"Nanming Li Fire! That is an Emperor Fire capable of incinerating the Divine Soul!"

"Clan Head!"

Several cries of alarm rang out simultaneously, but no one dared to rush up.

It wasn't that they didn't want to save her, but they simply couldn't get close; they, too, feared death.

Ye Lanxi felt that heat.

It wasn't a heat on the level of the skin.

It was a burning sensation coming from the depths of her Soul. The Emperor Fire power of the Nanming Li Fire penetrated the blood shield of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, acting directly upon her Divine Soul.

Her body began to tremble—a physiological, instinctive reaction, the self-preservation mechanism of the Divine Soul when facing a cataclysmic threat.

Ye Lanxi gritted her teeth.

She would not retreat.

Her legs were braced and her back was ramrod straight; even though her war robe was tattered, she was drenched in sweat, and her blood was overtaxed, she still held her head high, her Phoenix eyes glaring straight at Lu Chen.

Her chest heaved violently, and the damaged collar of her war robe slipped further and further down with her breaths, exposing a large expanse of snowy-white skin below her collarbone; beads of sweat flowed down from her neck, disappearing into the deep cleavage.

She was not convinced.

Lu Chen looked at her stubborn, persistent appearance, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He pushed the Nanming Li Fire in his palm forward half an inch.

The ghostly blue flame brushed past Ye Lanxi's flying hair, and several long strands instantly turned to ash as the Emperor Fire passed over them, without even producing smoke.

The flame continued downward, brushing past her right shoulder.

The last remaining piece of fabric on the right shoulder of her war robe silently evaporated in the temperature field of the Nanming Li Fire; from her shoulder to her upper arm, a whole section of snowy-white skin was exposed, with the ancient spirit runes flashing frantically beneath the skin.

The flame did not touch her skin.

Half an inch.

It always maintained a distance of half an inch.

The Nanming Li Fire was retracted into Lu Chen's palm, and the ghostly blue light dissipated.

The two swords returned to their sheaths simultaneously, flying back into the sword-nurturing gourd.

From beginning to end, there wasn't a single burn on Ye Lanxi's body, not even a red mark.

But the robe on her shoulder was gone.

Lu Chen withdrew his hand and placed it behind his back, returning to that lazy posture.

"Clan Head Ye, let's stop here."

His voice still held that same nonchalant tone.

"If we keep fighting, I'm afraid these clothes of yours won't be saved."

Ye Lanxi hung suspended in mid-air.

Only after her Battle Intent receded did she notice her current disheveled state.

Most of her war robe was in tatters, her left and right shoulders were bare, only half a waistband remained at her waist to barely hang on, and the slit of her battle skirt was torn to the point it couldn't be torn any further.

All over her body, aside from the tattered strips of cloth, was the golden light of the ancient spirit runes flowing across her skin.

She was soaked in sweat, and every inch of exposed skin shimmered with moisture.

Her chest was still heaving violently, her breathing so rapid she couldn't catch it.

Ye Lanxi stared at Lu Chen.

That move of his just now—burning the clothes with the Emperor Fire without harming the person.

It wasn't that he couldn't kill her; he just couldn't be bothered.

In fact, it wasn't even that he couldn't be bothered; he was crushing her while simultaneously having the leisure to control the flames to only burn her clothes.

This kind of freakishly precise control, this absolute and flawless mastery over power.

In Ye Lanxi's Phoenix eyes, what replaced her previous gaze was a strange emotion she had never experienced before.

Her heart was beating too fast.

It wasn't because of the exhaustion from battle.

It was because this man before her had used a method she had never experienced to nonchalantly press her pride, her Holy Body, and her trump cards into the ground.

She wanted to conquer him.

But her body had already admitted it first: she had been conquered.

Ye Lanxi's Phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, her red lips pressed tight, and she swallowed.

Her voice was hoarse, carrying the exhaustion unique to the aftermath of battle and an indescribable heat.

"Lu Chen."

She didn't call him "Emperor Yun," nor did she call him "little friend."

She called him by his name.

"You won."

She paused for a beat, the light in her Phoenix eyes brightening significantly.

"But this round doesn't count. I underestimated you."

Her tongue slid over her lower lip, and her voice dropped half an octave.

"I want to fight you for real."