61: Shattering a sacred weapon with bare hands

The air solidified.

That golden divine spear, capable of piercing through mountains, was now like a toy confiscated by an adult, stuck in Su Xuanchen's palm.

It remained motionless.

"This... how is this possible?!"

The blond youth's pupils shook, and his brilliant golden hair stood on end from extreme horror.

He was a Saint King!

This spear strike gathered his entire life's essence, energy, and spirit; even a Great Saint would not dare to be so arrogant as to catch it with bare hands!

"The force is too scattered."

Su Xuanchen critiqued.

He didn't even give the blond youth a glance; his gaze remained fixed on the blood-stained woman behind him.

A flash of hostility flickered in his eyes.

"The speed is too slow."

"Is this the capital you're so proud of?"

*Crack!*

His five fingers exerted force.

That top-grade Saint weapon, forged from Gengjin Essence, let out a shrill, mournful wail.

Under everyone's terrified gaze, the incredibly hard spear shaft was like a crisp biscuit, as five clear finger prints were forcefully squeezed into it, and then—

It snapped!

*Bang!*

Su Xuanchen casually threw the broken spear tip.

*Puchi!*

A streak of light flashed.

A Saint who was preparing a sneak attack didn't even have time to scream before his chest was directly pierced by the spear tip, pinning him to the rock wall behind.

"Ah—!"

With his life-bound Saint weapon destroyed, the blond youth suffered a backlash and spat out a mouthful of blood.

But he was a Saint King after all, and his ferocity was completely triggered.

"Su Xuanchen! You're looking for death!"

"Golden-Winged Great Peng Method—Heavenly Peng Extreme Speed!"

Boom!

Golden light burst forth.

A pair of huge golden wings emerged behind the blond youth; with a shake of the wings, the Void Realm shattered.

He turned into a golden line invisible to the naked eye, a dagger appearing in his hand as he went straight for Su Xuanchen's throat.

Fast!

Extremely fast!

This was the racial talent of the Golden-Winged Great Peng clan, known as the world's ultimate speed.

However.

*Slap!*

A crisp and loud slap suddenly rang out in the center of the battlefield.

That lightning-fast golden line came to a screeching halt.

The blond youth's figure reappeared.

His entire body spun seven hundred and twenty degrees in the air, half of his cheek completely collapsed, and a mouth full of teeth mixed with blood sprayed out wildly.

"Too slow."

Su Xuanchen stood in place, not even moving his feet an inch.

He withdrew his right hand and wiped it on his robes.

"Playing with speed in front of your father?"

"Who gave you the courage?"

The entire scene was dead silent.

Those Saint assassins who were originally ready to move were now like ducks with their necks squeezed, trembling all over and breaking out in a cold sweat.

One slap.

He slapped away a Saint King?!

"All together! Kill him!"

In the shadows, that Blood-Robed Figure finally moved.

He understood that he was definitely not this monster's match in a one-on-one fight.

"Blood Slaughter Realm—Asura Slash!"

Buzz!

The world turned into a field of blood-red.

Countless blood-colored Sword Qi surged from all directions, blocking all of Su Xuanchen's paths of retreat.

At the same time.

That "Number Twenty-One" who had been hiding in the dark also launched a certain-kill strike.

"Heavenly Kingdom Killing Array, rise!"

Dozens of Saints burned their essence blood simultaneously, and a huge blood-colored millstone formed in the Void Realm, bringing with it the power to crush everything as it smashed down towards Su Xuanchen's head.

A coordinated kill!

This was a certain-death trap designed for the Great Saint level!

Ji Luanxi leaned against a rock, her heart in her throat as she watched this scene.

"Be careful..."

She shouted weakly.

Su Xuanchen looked up at the sky full of killing moves, the corner of his mouth curling in disdain.

"Flashy but useless."

He didn't use any Saint weapons.

He simply raised his right hand.

In his palm, two currents of air, one black and one white, spun frantically, finally turning into a bottomless black hole.

Myriad Tribulations Indestructible Primordial Demon Body—God-Demon Force Field!

"Break... for me!"

Su Xuanchen spread his five fingers and made a grasping motion toward the Void Realm.

Boom—!

The space within a ten-mile radius instantly collapsed.

That sky full of blood-colored Sword Qi and that terrifying blood-colored millstone annihilated silently like bubbles under this grasp.

Immediately after.

An extremely overbearing astral power swept outward in a ring from Su Xuanchen as the center.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

A series of explosions rang out.

Those Saint assassins who were attacking exploded one after another in the air like fireworks.

No screams.

No struggle.

They directly turned into clouds of blood mist.

*Puff!*

The Blood-Robed Figure was struck as if by lightning, the certain-kill sword in his hand shattered by that astral power.

He looked in horror at the man standing in the center of the blood mist, as if he were looking at a demon god crawled out from Hell.

"This... what kind of power is this?!"

"Dual cultivation of Immortal and Demon?! Who on earth are you?!"

Su Xuanchen took a step forward.

Shrinking the earth into an inch.

He had already appeared in front of the Blood-Robed Figure.

"I am your ancestor."

Two fingers reached out.

They precisely pinched the half-broken sword the Blood-Robed Figure stabbed with.

*Ding.*

Immortal and Demon power circulated.

The broken sword crumbled inch by inch.

Su Xuanchen's fingers didn't slow down, pointing directly at the Blood-Robed Figure's forehead.

*Puff.*

Like poking through a rotten watermelon.

The Blood-Robed Figure's head exploded on impact, and his Divine Soul was annihilated.

Another Saint King had fallen!

"Run! Run quickly!"

In the distance, that blond youth who had been slapped away saw this scene and was scared out of his wits.

He no longer cared about any mission or glory.

Burning his essence blood, he shook his wings, wanting to flee from this asura field.

"Want to leave?"

Su Xuanchen turned his head, his gaze cold.

He pulled out that "heaven shaking seal" he had just bought for six billion.

"Go."

Swoosh!

The black brick expanded against the wind, turning into a Primordial Divine Mountain, carrying a terrifying aura that suppressed the Heavens as it smashed ruthlessly onto the blond youth's back.

"No—!"

The blond youth let out a desperate roar.

Boom!

The divine mountain fell.

Golden feathers danced all over the sky.

That descendant of the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bloodline, who possessed extreme speed, was directly smashed into a puddle of meat, with nothing left.

In just ten breaths.

Two Saint Kings and dozens of Saints.

All wiped out!

Only that "Number Twenty-One," who was skilled in escape techniques, saw that things were going south and directly sacrificed an ancient World-Breaking Talisman, turning into a streak of light and disappearing into the horizon.

Su Xuanchen glanced at that streak of light but did not pursue.

Don't pursue a cornered enemy.

Moreover, he now had more important things to do... Sacred Ruins Continent, Taishi Sect.

Inside an ancient Taoist temple floating above the clouds.

A White-Bearded Old Man was sitting in meditation with his eyes closed.

Suddenly.

Rumble!

Above the firmament, the clear sky instantly turned blood-red.

A torrential rain of blood fell without any warning.

That was the world mourning together.

It was the phenomenon of a Saint's fall!

"Hmm?"

The White-Bearded Old Man opened his eyes, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless Void Realm as he looked toward the Demon Suppressing Abyss.

"Saints falling like rain..."

"How many Saints have died? Even three Saint Kings have fallen?"

He performed a calculation with his fingers, and his expression changed.

"A variable."

"The originally clear heavenly secrets have actually become a mess of Chaos."

"That is... the direction of the Su Family?"

The old man stood up, looking at the sky full of blood rain, and frowned.

The Demon Hall, Heavenly Kingdom, Demon Palace... he knew about these three major forces' plot to surround and kill the Ninth Princess in the Demon Suppressing Abyss.

Although the Taishi Sect was transcendent, it didn't mean they didn't pay attention to the world's general trends.

He had originally thought Ji Luanxi was certain to die.

He didn't expect... "Su Xuanchen."

The old man muttered this name.

"An Old Ancestor of a newly risen Family actually has such means?"

"This boy's killing intent is too heavy; if he isn't tempered, he might become a Devil Head who brings disaster to the world."

After considering for a moment.

The old man spoke toward the door.

"Taixu."

"Your Disciple is here."

A young man wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a long sword on his back entered the room and bowed respectfully.

"Go to Wanbao City."

The old man's gaze was deep.

"Take this seat's legal decree with you."

"Tell Su Xuanchen that being too rigid makes one easy to break."

"Tell him to... conduct himself well."

"Yes."

...Demon Suppressing Abyss, core battlefield.

The smell of blood was so thick it was nauseating.

Su Xuanchen put away the heaven shaking seal; his astral robe was still spotless, as if that massacre had nothing to do with him.

He turned around and walked toward the woman leaning against the rock.

Ji Luanxi's current state was very bad.

Very, very bad.

That luxurious palace dress was already in tatters, revealing large patches of blood-stained skin.

The most serious thing was her aura.

The Nine Phoenix aura that was originally as hot as a blazing sun was now as weak as a candle in the wind, seemingly about to go out.

"Su... Xuanchen..."

Seeing Su Xuanchen walking over, Ji Luanxi's eyes, which had originally become somewhat unfocused, refocused.

She wanted to squeeze out a smile, but it pulled on the wound at the corner of her mouth, making her gasp in pain.

"Hiss..."

"Don't move."

Su Xuanchen frowned, kneeling on one knee in front of her.

He reached out and pressed his hand on her wrist.

A gentle astral power probed into her body.

The next second.

Su Xuanchen's face darkened.

Meridians shattered, Dantian exhausted, and internal organs displaced.

And that was the light part.

The most troublesome thing was that her Origin essence blood had been burned away.

This was an irreversible Dao injury!

If it were an ordinary person, they would have died eight hundred times already.

"Are you crazy?"

Su Xuanchen looked at her, his tone carrying reproach, but more so heartache.

"Burning your Origin for a few pieces of trash?"

"Is your life really that worthless?"

Seeing his fierce look, Ji Luanxi didn't get angry; instead, a warm current flowed through her heart.

"This princess... *cough cough*..."

She coughed up a mouthful of blood and said weakly:

"I am... the Imperial Court's Ninth Princess."

"Even if I die... I must die... spectacularly."

"And..."

She raised her blood-stained hand and gently grabbed Su Xuanchen's sleeve.

A hint of craftiness showed in her eyes.

"I expected... that you would come."

"You can't bear to lose... me, your long-term meal ticket."

Su Xuanchen was amused by her anger.

Even at a time like this, she was still being cheeky.

"Alright, shut up."

He pulled out a handful of top-grade healing Medicinal Pills, and without caring if the medicinal properties conflicted, he stuffed them all into her mouth.

"Eat them."

"Don't die."

"If you die, who am I going to get reimbursed from?"

Ji Luanxi obediently swallowed the pills, her face turning slightly more ruddy.

But she understood that this was only treating the symptoms, not the cause.

"Su Xuanchen."

She looked at Su Xuanchen, her expression suddenly becoming serious.

"My injuries... I know them well."

"My Origin is exhausted, and my Dao foundation is destroyed."

"The current me... is a useless person."

At this point, the light in her eyes dimmed a bit.

For a woman as proud as a Phoenix, becoming a useless person was more painful than killing her.

Su Xuanchen fell silent.

Indeed.

Even an undying divine medicine couldn't save such an injury.

Unless... there was an undying divine medicine.

"Don't be so pessimistic."

Su Xuanchen held her hand, the warmth from his palm continuously transferring to her.

"As long as you're not dead, there's a way."

"At worst, I'll support you."

"Although the Su Family isn't large, it can still afford to support an idle person."

Ji Luanxi was stunned for a moment.

Then, she smiled.

It was a poignant smile, yet it carried an unprecedented sense of relief.

"Support me?"

"In your dreams."

"I am a Phoenix above the Nine Heavens; how can I be a bird in a cage?"

She took a breath and struggled to sit up straight.

In those dim Phoenix pupils, a faint but firm golden flame suddenly ignited.

Ji Luanxi raised her head, looking at the sky that was still blood-red above her, the corner of her mouth curling up proudly.

"Who told you that there's no hope once the Origin is exhausted?"

"Have you forgotten what my Physique is?"

"True Phoenix Bloodline, immortal and indestructible."

"Only by being placed in a dead end... can one find new life."