309: Chapter 309 Running Wild in the Imperial Clan? Crushed Like a Fly in the Hand

Facing this seemingly thunderous fatal blow, Xu Chen still kept his hands behind his back, standing still without moving an inch. He watched the approaching blood-red saber light as if he were watching a buffoon performing a frantic juggling act.

The night wind was torn apart by the violent Saber Qi, emitting a piercing, sharp howl.

Ye Chen, suspended in mid-air, had a face twisted to the extreme. It was a morbid fanaticism mixed with greed and madness.

He seemed to have already seen the miserable fate of this reckless pretty boy being split in two by his blade, seen the peerless and ethereal beauty kneeling at his feet to please him, and even saw the invincible image of himself rising strongly in this vast Upper Realm and suppressing an era after absorbing Lin Qingxue's Supreme Sword Embryo.

In the Lower Realm, he, Ye Chen, was destiny, the sole Dominator.

Those who follow him prosper, those who oppose him perish.

Anyone who dared to stand in his way, no matter what kind of Prodigy they were, would eventually become a stepping stone for him to reach the peak. The trash before him, who didn't have a single trace of spiritual power fluctuation, would naturally be no exception.

"Die for me!"

Ye Chen roared frantically in his heart, pouring all the Heavenly Demon Blood Qi in his body without reservation into that black long saber. The power of the saber light surged by another thirty percent, almost completely shattering the Void Realm around the Xu Family's Star Observation Platform.

The wind from the blade rushed toward him.

Lin Qingxue, half-kneeling behind Xu Chen, now had her eyes wide open, filled with desperate bloodshot streaks.

She knew the power of Ye Chen's strike all too well. In the Lower Realm, it was this very move, the Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Slash, that had forcibly shattered the Great Sect-Protecting Array of the Supreme Sword Sect and slaughtered countless Elders of the Sword Sect.

Although this Upper Realm Young Master before her was unfathomable, he was being far too arrogant. He didn't even activate his protective True Qi or bring out any Magic Treasures, just standing there defenselessly to meet the full-force strike of a Quasi-Saint.

"Quick, get out of the way!"

Lin Qingxue wanted to shout a warning, wanted to push away the man who had just stood before her with his broad back. But the Meridians in her body were shattered, and her dried-up Dantian couldn't squeeze out even a bit of strength; only a faint whimper could escape her throat.

She could only watch helplessly as that all-destroying blood-red saber light was only three feet away from the top of Xu Chen's head.

Two feet.

One foot.

At the very moment Lin Qingxue thought a tragedy was about to happen and painfully closed her eyes.

Xu Chen slowly drew his right hand from behind his back.

Facing that blood-red saber light capable of splitting mountains and cleaving peaks, Xu Chen merely lifted his palm lightly, fingers slightly spread, and casually swatted toward Ye Chen in mid-air.

The movement was as casual as shooing away an annoying fly buzzing in one's ear.

However, it was this seemingly nonchalant slap that, at the moment it was thrown, invoked the most terrifying Laws of the world's Origin.

Roar.

A majestic dragon roar, seemingly from the primordial era and spanning across the endless river of time, exploded above the Star Observation Platform without warning.

This dragon roar wasn't particularly deafening, but it carried a supreme and terrifying will that governed all heavens, directly ignoring the barriers of space to vibrate fiercely in the depths of everyone's Soul.

True Dragon Treasure Technique.

As Xu Chen's palm struck down, the Void Realm suddenly erupted with an extremely brilliant pure golden light. That light was pure and overbearing, instantly and completely masking Ye Chen's sinister and violent blood-red saber light.

A True Dragon's claw, hundreds of feet in size and condensed entirely from pure golden runes, manifested out of air.

On the dragon's claw, every scale shimmered with a heart-palpitating luster of Laws, and every whisker seemed capable of slicing through the Void Realm. The terrifying pressure belonging to the Saint King Realm finally poured out a tip of the iceberg through this dragon claw at this moment.

Crack.

The moment that golden True Dragon's claw touched the blood-red saber light, Ye Chen's proudest and strongest killing move, which he had put all his effort into, was like fragile glass hitting a primordial divine mountain.

Without even a tenth of a breath's pause, the black long saber instantly crumbled into dust. The hundred-foot-long blood-red saber light was directly crushed into nothingness under the True Dragon's might, without even being able to cause a single ripple.

"This... this is impossible!"

Ye Chen, still in mid-air, had the fanaticism on his face instantly freeze, replaced by a horror as if he had seen a ghost.

His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he stared intently at that golden dragon claw that had crushed all his pride and was still swatting toward him with unstoppable momentum.

Not until this moment, when that terrifying pressure, as insurmountable as the vast starry sky, completely enveloped him, did Ye Chen finally realize what a fatal mistake he had made.

What trash without spiritual power? What Mortal noble son of a declining Family?

The handsome young man before him was clearly a supreme existence that he could only look up to even if he Cultivated for ten or a hundred lifetimes.

That pure Realm suppression, that trembling from the depths of his Bloodline and Soul, made Ye Chen—the Child of Luck who had called the shots in the Lower Realm—experience for the first time what true despair and being an ant felt like.

Escape.

He had to escape.

Only this one thought remained in Ye Chen's mind.

He frantically burned his essence blood, attempting to use the power of Luck to tear through the Void Realm and flee.

However, before the True Dragon Treasure Technique of the Saint King Realm, the space around him had long been completely sealed, turned into an indestructible cage. His proud Lower Realm Luck was simply a laughable joke in the face of the absolute power of the Young Master of the Imperial Clan.

"Senior, spare me! I am willing to submit! I am willing to be your dog!"

Ye Chen screamed shrilly, all his pride and arrogance completely collapsing under the shadow of death.

Xu Chen stood where he was, his gaze cold and indifferent.

"You want to be a dog for my Xu Family? Are you even worthy?"

Boom.

The golden dragon claw struck down mercilessly, slapping squarely onto Ye Chen's body.

A muffled bang.

Like a tattered balloon filled with bloody water being instantly stepped on and popped, Ye Chen's Quasi-Saint Physical Body, which had been tempered a thousand times by the Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Divine Art, couldn't even hold out for a second before being directly slapped into a cloud of eye-catching crimson blood mist by the absolute power of the True Dragon's claw.

Not just his Physical Body, but even his Divine Soul in his Sea of Consciousness that tried to escape was instantly obliterated by that overbearing and peerless True Dragon power, without even a trace of residue left.

The blood mist filled the air and scattered in the night wind.

Xu Chen frowned slightly; he didn't want the dirty blood of such trash to splash onto himself or Su Qingge.

The black python robe on his body moved without wind, and an invisible ripple of Laws rippled out with him as the center, blocking all the blood mist that tried to approach three feet away.

The entire process, from Ye Chen launching his attack to being slapped into blood mist, happened in the blink of an eye.

Effortless.

Decisive and overwhelming.

At this time, where Ye Chen had been obliterated, a strange gas cluster emitting a faint golden light was trying to merge into the Void Realm. That was the Lower Realm's Heavenly Destiny Luck carried by Ye Chen. With the death of the host, this Luck had become ownerless.

With a thought, Xu Chen raised his hand and beckoned.

That cluster of golden Luck seemed to be drawn by some irresistible attraction and flew directly into his palm.

In Xu Chen's mind, a silent, deep blue panel quietly surfaced with several lines of text.

[Acquired Lower Realm Heavenly Destiny Luck]

[Automatically converted into Family foundation; Xu Family's Luck Golden Dragon has received a trace of nourishment]

Looking at the text on the panel, Xu Chen withdrew his hand with satisfaction.

Although this kind of Lower Realm Luck was only a drop in the bucket for the current Xu Family, it was better than nothing, serving as the only contribution this fly made before its death.

On the Star Observation Platform, there was a deathly silence.

Only the whistling night wind still blew over those broken white jade steps.

Lin Qingxue, kneeling behind Xu Chen, was now completely petrified.

Her eyes were wide, staring blankly at the blood mist gradually dissipating in mid-air, her mind a complete blank.

That Heavenly Demon Ye Chen, who was invincible in the Lower Realm, who had slaughtered the entire Supreme Sword Sect and driven her to a dead end, had died just like that.

The man before her hadn't even moved a step; he had just waved his hand casually like shooing a fly and completely ended the life of the number one Devil Head of the Lower Realm.

What terrifying strength this was.

Lin Qingxue had always thought that with her cultivation at the Early Stage of the Quasi-Saint Realm, she should have some fighting chance even in the Upper Realm. But until this moment, she had truly seen what a world of difference meant.

Before this man, her proud sword Dao and her resolve to face death seemed to have become an insignificant joke.

Fear.

Awe.

Shock.

Countless complex emotions tumbled and intertwined in Lin Qingxue's heart. But among all these emotions, what occupied the very top was an unprecedented sense of relaxation and security.

The nightmare that weighed on the heads of all Lower Realm Cultivators, the devil that made her unable to sleep and forced her to flee frantically, had finally and completely disappeared.

Xu Chen turned around.

The black python robe on his body was spotless, and that lazy and gentle smile still hung on his handsome face, as if the person who had just slapped a Quasi-Saint to death wasn't him at all.

He looked at the glaring bloodstain on the ground, then at the mess of white jade fragments everywhere, and frowned slightly.

Xu Chen didn't look at the dazed Lin Qingxue but instead gave a calm instruction to the empty Void Realm.

"Clean it up quickly. Remember to find someone to fix these ancestral floor tiles, and put the bill on this young lady's account."

No one responded in the Void Realm, but several obscure and powerful auras immediately departed to carry out the order. Clearly, the Xu Family's hidden Shadow Guards had gone to deal with the aftermath.

Lin Qingxue only felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, as a deep sense of exhaustion submerged her like a tide.

She could no longer support her battered and broken body.

A second before completely losing consciousness, the corner of Lin Qingxue's mouth actually curved up involuntarily into a faint yet relieved arc.

Then, her vision plunged completely into endless darkness.

Thud.

Xu Chen looked down at Lin Qingxue, who had collapsed at his feet, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Fainted already?

Her mental fortitude still needs strengthening.

Xu Chen chuckled and was about to reach out to check the injuries of this new prey.

Su Qingge, who was nearby, had already walked up gracefully. Her fair, jade-like hand lightly took hold of Xu Chen's arm, and her beautiful eyes held a bit of playful laughter as she looked at Lin Qingxue on the ground, then at her husband.

"Husband, this beauty who fell from the Lower Realm has truly become a creditor our Xu Family can't escape. It's late, and the wind outside is strong; let's settle this young lady first. If she really dies on our Star Observation Platform, then no one will pay for those floor tiles."

Xu Chen held Su Qingge's soft hand in return, a playful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"My lady is right. It's only natural to pay back what one owes. This Young Master's 'soft rice' isn't that easy to eat."

Xu Chen bent down and, without any hesitation, picked up the unconscious Lin Qingxue in his arms.