68: Face the heroes and start a war

Jiang Chen's voice was not loud, yet it easily suppressed all the noise.

He didn't even glance at the clamoring Loose Cultivators, his gaze calmly fixed on Yuan Haotian's face.

"Yuan Haotian, did you forget the pain of the footprint on your face so quickly last time?"

Jiang Chen looked at Yuan Haotian with a playful smile and said, "Did I go too easy on you, or do you, the Crown Prince of the Tianyuan Divine Dynasty, enjoy being stepped on?"

"You!"

Yuan Haotian was poked in his sore spot by a single sentence, trembling with anger, his face contorted.

Being trampled underfoot by Jiang Chen was the greatest humiliation of his life!

"Jiang Chen! Don't be so arrogant!"

A general from the Tianyuan Divine Dynasty behind him roared, "His Royal Highness offered you an Opportunity, yet you don't know what's good for you!"

"Opportunity?"

Jiang Chen looked as if he had heard the greatest joke, "Do you, a rabble of amateurs, even deserve to offer me an Opportunity?"

His gaze slowly swept over everyone present, the contempt and disdain in his eyes undisguised.

"You want the Opportunity? Fine."

"It just depends on whether you have the life to take it."

The moment his words fell, a Loose Cultivator in the Late Stage of Soul Transformation, unable to restrain himself, roared and conjured a blood-colored long saber, which transformed into a shocking saber light that fiercely slashed towards the golden light barrier.

"Playing tricks! Watch me break this turtle shell of yours!"

However, that saber light, capable of splitting mountains and severing rivers, failed to stir even a ripple when it touched the golden light barrier.

Instead, a fire Dragon on the light barrier seemed to be awakened, suddenly opening its eyes.

"Roar!"

With a Dragon roar, a crimson lightning bolt thicker than an arm instantly shot out from the light barrier, arriving first and directly striking the Loose Cultivator.

"Ah!!!"

The agonizing scream lasted less than a breath.

That Cultivator in the Late Stage of Soul Transformation, along with his Lifebound Treasure, was instantly vaporized by the violent flames in the countless horrified gazes, turning into a handful of ashes, not even a trace of his Divine Soul escaping.

The entire scene instantly fell silent.

Everyone was frightened by this sight, and their originally restless hearts felt as if they had been doused with a bucket of ice water, instantly chilling them to the core.

"Anyone else want to come and try?"

Jiang Chen asked indifferently.

Yuan Haotian's face was ashen; he hadn't expected the Formation's power to be so terrifying.

Just then, a gentle voice sounded.

"Holy Son Jiang, why must you be so absolute?"

Mo Yuan, the Young Lord of the Netherworld Demonic Cult, had, at some point, walked to the front of the crowd.

He wore a black robe, his face was handsome, and he wore a gentle smile, but his deep eyes were like two bottomless black holes.

"I've also taken a liking to this Opportunity."

He looked at Jiang Chen, his tone gentle, but his will within it was extremely firm, "If Holy Son Jiang is willing to share, our two families will be able to get along in the future."

"Roar!"

On the other side, a violent Dragon roar erupted, and Ao Ya of the Myriad Demon Cave also stepped forward.

He had transformed into a half-human, half-Dragon form, golden Dragon scales covering half his body, and his terrifying Dragon Might made the surrounding Cultivators struggle to breathe.

"Enough nonsense!"

His eyes were filled with cruelty and killing intent.

"Kill him, and everything inside will be ours! I will also retrieve that Thunder Dragon Heart!"

With the declarations of the two top powerhouses, the atmosphere on the field once again became subtle.

Ye Xihe of the Taiyi Holy Land also stood not far away; she looked at Jiang Chen within the Formation, then at the seven-colored light pillar, her cool eyes flickering with struggle.

She and Jiang Chen had no deep-seated hatred, but such an Opportunity made it impossible for her to give up.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen smiled.

He once again drew his long sword, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

"It seems that if a few people don't die today, things won't end well."

He turned around and spoke to the people behind him.

"Xiao Tiandu, those running dogs of the Tianyuan Divine Dynasty are yours."

Xiao Tiandu nodded, without a single wasted word, his cold gaze locking onto Yuan Haotian and his group.

"Song Ningxue, Qing Linghe, you two team up and take care of those small fries trying to fish in troubled waters, no problem, right?"

"Don't worry, Saint."

Qing Linghe showed a faint smile.

Song Ningxue was even more direct, her body surging with cold Qi, already prepared for battle.

"What about me? Saint, what about me?"

Wen Yan asked anxiously, afraid of being left out.

Jiang Chen glanced at him.

"You? Protect yourself, and cheer us on, just don't cause me trouble."

"Saint, you're underestimating me!"

Wen Yan said indignantly, "I am at least..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw that Jiang Chen had already stepped out of the Formation, alone, facing the vast crowd of powerhouses outside.

"My heavens..."

Wen Yan swallowed the rest of his words, shrank his neck, and decisively hid behind Xiao Tiandu.

Never mind, cheering was more suitable for him.

Yu Meier looked at Jiang Chen's back, her eyes sparkling.

She suddenly saw Ye Xihe not far away; that aloof woman still seemed to be hesitating.

A corner of her mouth curved, and a captivating smile blossomed.

"Hehehe..."

Her figure swayed, like a pink butterfly, she actively moved towards Ye Xihe's direction.

"Fairy Ye, your opponent is me; don't even think about taking advantage of anything."

Ye Xihe saw her actively provoking, and a cold light flashed in her eyes: "Demonic woman, get lost!"

"Want to pass? Ask if I agree first."

Yu Meier smiled sweetly, but the Battle Intent in her eyes was completely undisguised.

The clash of their Qi instantly ignited another battlefield.

The battle between the two Saintesses was about to erupt.

At this moment, the focus of the entire scene was on the white-robed figure who had walked out of the grand Formation alone.

Jiang Chen held his long sword, his gaze calmly fixed on Mo Yuan and Ao Ya in front of him, and the group of covetous powerhouses behind them.

"Mo Yuan, Ao Ya."

Jiang Chen spoke.

Simple, brutal.

"You two, come at me together."

"To save me the time of dealing with you one by one."

As these words came out, the entire place erupted in an uproar!

Arrogant!

Too arrogant!

Ao Ya's golden vertical pupils instantly contracted to the size of needlepoints; he was so angry he laughed, "Good! Very good! Human Race, you are the most arrogant I have ever seen! Today, I will tear you to shreds!"

The smile on Mo Yuan's face also disappeared, replaced by a deep gloom.

"Holy Son Jiang, why must it be like this?"

The next moment, terrifying Dragon Might and world-devouring Devilish Qi erupted simultaneously!

Ao Ya's figure instantly vanished, transforming into a golden lightning bolt, a Dragon claw entwined with destructive Dragon Qi, aiming directly for Jiang Chen's head!

Mo Yuan, on the other hand, clasped his hands together, and a huge black vortex appeared behind him, a terrifying suction enveloping the entire space, as if to completely devour Jiang Chen and everything he possessed!

The two young Supremes, a combined attack!

Facing this world-shattering offensive, Jiang Chen advanced instead of retreating, his eyes burning with monstrous Battle Intent.

"Well met!"

He let out a long laugh, his long sword emitting a clear sword cry, and with a fierce slash, he met the Dragon claw that tore through the Void Realm and the demonic vortex that devoured all things!

The great battle, began!