Song Cheng and Xing Ying have passed away.

Chen Yuan condensed his voice into a thread, which echoed in Xia Yuruo's ear, "Thank you for the reminder, Fellow Daoist."

Xia Yuruo was stunned. Thank her? Then why didn't he leave?

She was the direct daughter of the Xia family in North Land City, and had a marriage contract with Zhuang Ze. That Zhuang Ze was addicted to wine and women, which made her extremely disgusted.

Chen Yuan crippling Zhuang Ze's arms had sparked a hint of goodwill in her heart.

"Boy, what Sect do you come from?" Song Cheng squinted and asked.

Hearing this, Chen Yuan suddenly smiled, "Just a Loose Cultivator!"

"How dare a mere Loose Cultivator harm my Sect's Disciple?" Xing Ying's voice was cold. This person clearly didn't put her Ancient Immortal Sect in his eyes.

"My Ancient Immortal Sect is the only Fourth Rank Sect in the Far North Land, and my father is a famous Spirit Transformation Great Cultivator in this area. If you cripple your own arms now and kneel to repent, I can let bygones be bygones and even intercede for you before True Lord Qing He."

Song Cheng's expression was arrogant, and his words seemed to promise great benefits.

Those on both sides who heard the name of Spirit Transformation Great Cultivator all showed expressions of awe.

True Lords were out of reach for them, and a Spirit Transformation Great Cultivator was like the bright moon hanging high in the sky!

The mere mention of the name choked their breath.

Chen Yuan's expression was indifferent, "Every wrong has its source, every debt its master. Today, I will kill him."

"Arrogant!" Song Cheng's expression completely turned cold. His fingertip storage ring flashed, and the Spirit Rank Flying Sword, Returning Wind Sword, fell into his hand.

Immediately, he slashed out with his sword, and the Swift Wind Sword Intent, like a river of stars, rapidly attacked him.

The heavenly feather zither floated in front of Chen Yuan. His fingertips brushed the strings, and several sword blades shot out from the zither.

The sword blades transformed, like towering mountains, engulfing the river of stars!

Song Cheng's face changed. His Sword Intent had actually been broken by this person.

A cold light flashed. Xing Ying had already raised her spear and attacked him from behind, without him knowing when.

"Good opportunity!" Song Cheng's eyes lit up. His figure was like lightning, and he lunged with his sword towards Chen Yuan's face.

The Swift Wind Sword Intent condensed at the sword tip, a long rainbow streaking across the sky, instantly reaching Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan's expression was calm. The nine-inch Golden Core within him was like a vast ocean, furiously circulating.

He raised his right hand, a golden light flashed, and a protective barrier appeared in front of him, steadily receiving this Swift Wind sword strike.

"Clang! Clang!"

The heavenly feather zither circled around Chen Yuan, blocking behind him, receiving the cold ice spear light from Xing Ying's hand.

The aftershocks spread from the collision, and the surrounding Cultivators quickly retreated.

"A Golden Core Third Layer Cultivator directly taking a full-power attack from a Golden Core Eighth Layer Cultivator imbued with Sword Intent! Who exactly is this person? How could such strength belong to a mere Loose Cultivator?"

True Lord Qing He was on the city wall, looking towards this spot. He had arrived long ago but had not made a move, wanting Song Cheng to test the boy's true strength.

In the arena, Chen Yuan's expression was icy. He saw a hint of killing intent in Song Cheng's eyes. Since that was the case, there was no need for him to hold back.

"Boom!" Vast energy surged from Chen Yuan's body.

Song Cheng's face changed, and a sense of death welled up in his heart. When he tried to withdraw his hand, the Returning Wind Sword in his hand had already been firmly gripped by Chen Yuan!

Chen Yuan's right palm formed a fist, a rainbow glow burning from the center of his fist. Grandmist power and the vast spiritual power of the nine-inch Golden Core condensed within his fist.

The fiery Dragon was unstoppable, instantly shattering the Swift Wind Sword Intent.

"Fist glow taking form, true Fist Intent! You've actually comprehended Fist Intent." Song Cheng's face was horrified!

"Bang!"

The fist glow slammed into Song Cheng's face. Along with several blood-stained teeth flying out, Song Cheng crashed heavily to the ground, half of his face already twisted and deformed.

Everything happened too quickly; Xing Ying behind him had no time to react.

Chen Yuan silently turned around, and the heavenly feather zither flew back behind him.

With the resistance gone, the spear light stabbed directly towards his face.

Treading Snow Without a Trace condensed at his feet. In an instant, Chen Yuan vanished from his original spot. When he reappeared, he was already above Xing Ying's head, and the heavenly feather zither in his right hand slammed down fiercely.

In an instant, her brains shattered, and Xing Ying's corpse crashed heavily to the ground.

Song Cheng climbed up from the ground, just in time to see Xing Ying's tragic death.

"No!" he roared, his eyes instantly turning blood-red. A Medicinal Pill was shoved into his mouth.

A Fourth-grade Qi Explosion Pill. After consuming it, his strength directly approached that of a Nascent Soul Stage True Lord. The spiritual power around him was vast as a sea of smoke, and the Swift Wind in his hand took form. He slashed out with his sword, and the sword light transformed into a flood Dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, shooting towards Chen Yuan at extreme speed!

"Just destroying your Foundation, that's all." Chen Yuan shook his head and scoffed. In a moment, the heavenly feather zither rested before his chest.

The Cultivation Technique rewarded by the System had elevated Chen Yuan's Zither Dao to the third Realm: 'Spirit'.

First 'Momentum', second 'Intent', third 'Spirit'.

Chen Yuan merged with the heavenly feather zither. The ancient zither in his hand had a spirit, seemingly able to sense its master's powerful Battle Intent.

The heavenly feather zither vibrated wildly, and several long rainbows destroyed everything in their path, instantly shattering the flood Dragon. The Zither Spirit was unstoppable, slamming into Song Cheng.

"Bang!" A cloud of blood mist exploded, and even Song Cheng's Divine Soul was shattered.

Everything happened too quickly; the onlookers hadn't even reacted before Song Cheng was dead.

True Lord Qing He's face showed horror. Killing Song Cheng without batting an eye, this person was definitely not to be trifled with!

He was extremely cautious in his actions. If his son was gone, he could have another. Every wrong has its source, every debt its master; Chen Yuan would naturally not come to trouble him!

With Song Cheng's death, Great Cultivator Song Xu would surely come to besiege and kill that boy. If that boy was killed, his son's great grudge would also be avenged.

A rainbow glow rose from beneath True Lord Qing He's feet, and in an instant, he vanished from his spot.

In front of his Immortal Cave, True Lord Qing He instructed, "If anyone asks, just say this True Lord entered seclusion several days ago."

"Yes!"

The gate guards were True Lord Qing He's trusted confidants, so they naturally wouldn't speak carelessly... In North Land City, in the arena.

Chen Yuan landed on the ground, grabbed through the air, and drew Song Cheng's and Xing Ying's storage rings into his hand.

Zhuang Ze had not yet recovered from his shock when Chen Yuan, holding the Returning Wind Sword, strode towards him.

Realizing what was happening, Zhuang Ze screamed in terror, "You... you can't kill me! My father is a True Lord, he's the City Lord!

Where are the City Guard soldiers! Protect me! Protect me!"

Zhuang Ze's face was terrified, and he regretted in his heart why he had provoked Chen Yuan.

At this moment, a person landed in front of Zhuang Ze. Seeing the newcomer, Zhuang Ze was overjoyed, "Great Commander, you're finally here! Quickly... quickly capture him."

The Great Commander's name was Jun Bai, a Golden Core Ninth Level Realm Cultivator.

"Young Lord, did this subordinate arrive late?" Jun Bai knelt on one knee to apologize.

"Where are the others?"

"Young Lord, True Lord Qing He is in seclusion, and the City Guard team left the city for a mission and has not yet returned. This subordinate rushed back as quickly as possible after receiving the news."

Zhuang Ze tried to wave his hand but remembered his arm was broken. He gritted his teeth and said furiously, "It doesn't matter, just kill him for me."

"Are you going to stop me?" Chen Yuan's voice was indifferent, and the Returning Wind Sword in his hand flashed with a cold light.

"Your Excellency, you should think about how to repent in the underworld!" As Jun Bai finished speaking, he held his saber in his right hand and slashed at Chen Yuan.

"You only entered the Golden Core Ninth Level at five hundred years old, and you dare to say such words?" Chen Yuan scoffed. He put the Returning Wind Sword back into his ring, circulated the nine-inch Golden Core within him, condensed Grandmist Purple Qi in the center of his fist, and slammed it down fiercely.

"You are the one who should go to the underworld to repent!"

"Bang!" The fist glow shattered the blade and pierced through Jun Bai's chest.

One grade, one layer of heaven; one inch, one layer of heaven. Nine grades, nine inches; one punch can shake mountains and rivers.

A muffled thud came as the corpse fell to the ground. Jun Bai, dead!