145: Chapter 104 Three-Party Game

Chen Xuan looked toward the west again.

Two figures were moving along the base of the city wall, wearing the attire of a Southern Region Family.

People from the Yao Clan.

He recognized one of them; it was Yao Shuang's nephew, Yao Lin, who was at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage.

Their target was not the Intent.

It was him.

Yao Lin was holding a communication jade talisman in his hand, sending a message out.

Chen Xuan's heart tightened.

Yao Shuang really could not sit still.

He sent Yao Lin to the Ancient Battlefield, not for the Intent, but to track him.

Within the Qingyuan Chamber of Commerce, Yao Shuang had been operating in the shadows.

He wanted to usurp power.

And the Qingyuan Token in Chen Xuan's hand was the only thing he lacked.

Chen Xuan withdrew his gaze and leaned against a collapsed wall.

He mentally reviewed the strength of the three factions one by one.

Nine-Tailed Fox, Golden Core Early Stage Peak.

Zhou He, Foundation Establishment Late Stage, bringing two Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Cultivators.

Yao Lin, Foundation Establishment Early Stage, not worth mentioning.

He himself was at Foundation Establishment Fifth Layer Late Stage, and Liu Lili was at Foundation Establishment Third Layer.

A direct confrontation would not be a match.

But it was not without opportunity.

The three parties were checking each other; none wanted to make the first move.

Whoever moved first could be pincered by the other two parties.

Liu Lili crouched beside him, her hand on her sword hilt, her breathing steady.

Her heartbeat was very steady.

Chen Xuan could feel that she trusted him.

"Junior Brother, what are they waiting for?" Liu Lili asked softly.

"Waiting for someone to throw their life away first."

Chen Xuan opened his eyes, his gaze calm.

"The high platform in the center of the city has a Golden Core killing Formation; whoever gets close first will be shredded by the Formation. The Nine-Tailed Fox dares not force its way in, the Buddhist Sect members don't want to risk it, and the Yao Clan people are waiting for me."

Liu Lili frowned.

"Then how long do we have to wait?"

"Until someone can't hold back anymore."

Chen Xuan took out a jade talisman from his Storage Pouch.

That was the communication talisman Senior Sister Wen Yao had given him, used for contacting each other in the Ancient Battlefield.

He carved a line of text into the talisman and then crushed it.

Spiritual light flickered, the dharma talisman flew away, and disappeared into the northern horizon.

The message had been sent out.

Senior Sister Wen Yao was in Wanyao Immortal City.

From the Immortal City to here, at her speed, she could arrive in half an hour.

Seeing his action, Liu Lili understood in her heart.

She stopped speaking and just gripped the sword hilt tighter.

Time passed little by little.

The wind in the Ancient Battlefield was strong, blowing the gravel in the ruins to rustle.

The wind carried a scent of decay, making one's chest feel stifled.

Chen Xuan closed his eyes, his Divine Sense spreading out, capturing every trace of movement in the city.

The Nine-Tailed Fox did not move.

It crouched on the inside of the city wall, its golden vertical pupils constantly staring at the high platform.

Its tails swayed gently behind it, like five white snakes.

Zhou He did not move either.

He hid behind a ruined tower in the east, holding a bronze mirror in his hand, the mirror face directed toward the high platform.

That bronze mirror was a detection Magical Artifact, capable of sensing the spiritual power fluctuations of the Formation runes.

He was analyzing the operational patterns of the killing Formation.

Yao Lin dared not move even more.

He hid in a cellar in the west with his clansmen, not even daring to show his head.

Occasionally, he would probe with his Divine Sense to sweep in Chen Xuan's direction, then quickly shrink it back.

Chen Xuan sneered internally.

Yao Shuang sent such a person to track him; was it because he looked down on him, or did he think too highly of his own nephew?

He was waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity to break the deadlock.

Having lived three lifetimes, the one thing he didn't lack was patience.

The sun set.

Dyeing the ruins a dark red.

The shadows in the city were stretched very long.

The Nine-Tailed Fox moved.

It didn't rush toward the high platform; it rushed toward the cellar where the Yao Clan was hiding.

Its golden vertical pupils were full of mockery.

It had discovered the three Yao Lin people long ago, but had been pretending not to know.

Now, it wanted to force one of the parties to make the first move.

Only with change could the deadlock be broken.

Yao Lin's expression changed drastically.

He rushed out from the cellar, turning into an escape light and fleeing toward the west.

The two clansmen behind him were half a beat slow and were swept by the Nine-Tailed Fox's tail.

With a scream, their bodies were swatted away, crashing into the city wall, spitting blood from their mouths.

The Nine-Tailed Fox did not kill them.

It just threw them into the center of the city.

Their bodies landed near the high platform, triggering the killing Formation.

Countless runes lit up on the ground, and spiritual light intertwined into a large net, covering the two.

The large net contracted, and their bodies were sliced into several segments, blood gushing out.

Golden Core killing Formation, one strike and life is extinguished.

Chen Xuan's pupils slightly constricted.

The Nine-Tailed Fox used two human lives to test out the trigger range of the killing Formation.

Within ten zhang around the high platform, one cannot step in.

But beyond ten zhang, it was safe.

He calculated quickly in his heart.

Ten zhang, at his escape speed, he could cross it in one breath.

But the activation of the killing Formation required time.

If he was fast enough, he could rush in before the killing Formation was fully activated, take the Intent, and rush back out.

But the risk was great.

Once he failed, it would be the same end as those two people.

Zhou He also saw this point clearly.

He leaped down from the ruined tower, turning into a gray light and rushing toward the high platform.

The Magical Artifact in his hand lit up, and a golden palm print swatted toward the high platform.

The palm print was not to break the Formation, but to shake the Intent on the high platform out.

The Nine-Tailed Fox's tails simultaneously swept out, nine white lights curling toward the high platform from different directions.

Two Golden Core combat powers, attacking at the same time.

The dim yellow light on the high platform trembled violently, and the runes of the killing Formation flickered wildly.

The Intent was shaken out.

Two dim yellow lights flew out from the high platform, one left and one right, shooting in different directions.

One flew toward the east, one flew toward the west.

The Nine-Tailed Fox lunged toward the Intent on the west.

Its speed was extremely fast; a flash of white light and it was in front of the Intent, opening its mouth to bite it.

Zhou He lunged toward the Intent on the east.

His palm print sucked onto the Intent, pulling it back.

Just at this moment, a sword light slashed out from the shadows.

Chen Xuan made his move.

The sword light differentiated into nine, the nine combined into one, Nine Heavens Unity.

This sword strike did not slash at a person, but at Zhou He's mana traction line.

The Sword Qi precisely severed the connection between the palm print and the Intent.

The Intent slipped out of hand, falling toward the ground.

Zhou He's expression changed, and he turned his head to look in the direction the sword light came from.

Chen Xuan walked out from behind the collapsed wall.

He wore a cyan Daoist robe, with the Bright Moon Sword hanging at his waist, his face as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

His heart was very calm.

This was the only chance.

The Nine-Tailed Fox and Zhou He were checking each other; neither could use their full power.

He only needed to snatch one Intent, and then drag it out until Wen Yao arrived.

"Yun Qi." Zhou He's voice was very cold, "You want to snatch it?"

Chen Xuan did not answer.

His sword was already unsheathed.

Sword Dao Thunder Sound.

Thunderous sword light exploded in the ruins, and countless hair-thin thunder lights sealed off Zhou He's retreat.

Zhou He was forced to retreat, avoiding the direction the Intent was falling.

Liu Lili rushed out from the flank, Bright Moon Sword Qi slashing toward the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Cultivator behind Zhou He.

The Sword Qi was like frost, freezing that person's dharma sword.

The other Foundation Establishment Middle Stage female Cultivator wanted to support, but was forced back by Liu Lili's sword light.

Chen Xuan reached out and caught the falling Intent.

The dim yellow light pulsed in his palm, warm and heavy.

The City Wall Earth Intent in his Dantian emitted a joyful hum.

The second City Wall Earth Intent, obtained.

Chen Xuan put the Intent into his Storage Pouch and pointed his sword tip at Zhou He.

A surge of Battle Intent welled up in his heart.

Foundation Establishment Fifth Layer against Foundation Establishment Late Stage, the advantage is with me!