392: Strange! (asking for monthly ticket)

“Bang!”

The bathtub exploded, and the splashing water suddenly shimmered with crystal light, shooting towards the direction from which the golden Clone stepped out, emitting a sharp whooshing sound.

Like countless fine arrows!

Within inches, killing intent burst forth!

The golden Clone let out a hum from his nose, and the cold, piercing water droplets that came flying through the air instantly stopped about a foot in front of him!

Then, the golden Clone raised his hand and waved, and the next second, the tiny water droplets rolled back.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

Each water droplet transformed into a sharp Qi, piercing through and shattering the tables, chairs, and candle holders in the room.

The lights in the room were also extinguished, and the visibility suddenly darkened.

Opposite, a figure that made one’s Bloodline surge rotated up from the water, a silver light flashing on his body, and very quickly, he was clad in silver-threaded clothes, a bronze mask on his face, descending gracefully.

The water lines that had rolled back were like ripples spreading on a lake, undulating in the Void Realm and dissipating with soft plops.

All of this happened in a flash of lightning!

Opposite, under the bronze mask, the Holy Maiden of the Western Regions’s eyes, like deep pools, held surprise and anger as she looked at the uninvited guest who had suddenly appeared!

The surprise stemmed from the fact that the opponent had arrived without a sound, and her martial spirit had not detected anything, which was extremely rare.

The anger was because this person’s words had exposed something he had been trying to conceal!

“Ninth Mountain?”

The Holy Maiden of the Western Regions’s voice became shrill, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her black pupils as dark as ink, complementing the large-eyed bronze mask on her face, exuding a strange color.

The golden Clone resonated with a clang, and golden light, like brushstrokes and silver hooks, solidified his figure, and the eyebrows and eyes on his face were also outlined.

Chen Yuan’s Incense Clone was about to descend!

A pair of extremely penetrating light-golden Divine Eyes looked at this “Holy Maiden of the Western Regions,” as if to see through this person.

The opponent had nowhere to hide under his Dharma Eye!

“Neither demon, nor monster, nor ghost, this This General has never seen the thing residing in your body before; it’s quite interesting! The Fusion is very deep. Are you Him, or rather, is He you?”

The Holy Maiden of the Western Regions saw the solidified face of the Clone, and her dark, deep pupils suddenly froze; a strange aura suddenly rose in the dark room.

“Your Excellency, could it be that you are the Ninth Mountain Zhonglang General?”

Chen Yuan’s golden pupils flickered; in his sight, in the distinctly dark and lightless room, the opponent had a shadow reflected on the wall.

This shadow hidden in the darkness was rapidly recovering and Awakening, and a dark, horrifying Qi permeated the room.

The next second, sharp claws extended from the shadow, merging with the darkness, silently grabbing towards Chen Yuan, and something was about to tear out from the center of his forehead.

Although Chen Yuan had descended with a portion of his consciousness through the Incense Clone, his Divine Ability was self-contained, and the Dharma Eye Divine Ability saw all of this clearly.

There was a crackling thunderclap on the Clone’s body, and arm-thick five-colored lightning arcs leaped out, true thunder protecting his body, crackling and bouncing out, splitting the ghostly claws extending from the darkness into dust.

As the lightning flashed, it illuminated eerie claw shadows in the darkness, like monstrous creatures with bared fangs and claws.

It was like a monster covered in sharp claws, silently hunting prey in the darkness.

After Chen Yuan sensed that the true thunder had shattered these dark hands, he found that this thing was self-healing, and its Qi had not been greatly diminished.

And the Qi displayed by this thing was at the Martial Treasure Early Stage!

Conversely, this neither-male-nor-female fellow only had the aura of the third layer of the Dao Fruit.

This strange symbiotic relationship revealed an indescribable peculiarity.

Who was controlling whom?

But for him right now, it was not a difficult matter.

“Martial Spirit?”

“It seems I’ll have to strip it off and see what this thing is!”

Chen Yuan’s eyes flickered, his voice indifferent, speaking to himself.

The term Martial Spirit was very obscure, seemingly from a very special Cultivation method.

His thoughts turned, recalling who his enemies were and what forces were involved, but then he realized he had offended too many people.

Hearing his words, the Holy Maiden of the Western Regions opposite seemed to laugh in extreme anger, one voice with a woman’s shrillness, and at the same time, a rough man’s voice.

“Zhonglang General, your tone is a bit too arrogant. From my observation, Your Excellency is not truly descending at this moment, which only further proves that you are not in the Ninth Mountain at all.”

“If this Clone of yours were to be controlled by me, that would be interesting!”

Chen Yuan’s light-golden pupils looked at the effort the opponent made to curl the corners of his mouth under the mask, and he said lightly,

“You?”

“Not qualified enough!”

These words were full of ridicule, disdain, and condescending indifference.

As his voice fell, a roar exploded.

Chen Yuan’s Incense Clone suddenly stomped his foot.

Amidst the shaking of the earth, this room directly collapsed, and the ground beneath his feet rumbled and rose up.

Outside, it was already night.

Gasps of surprise rose from all directions.

Under the Holy Maiden of the Western Regions’s bronze mask, a hint of fierceness flashed in her dark pupils, but she still gritted her teeth and, amidst the swirling dust, disappeared from the spot with a bang.

But the next second, a golden light cut through the long night of wind and snow, shining directly into a dark area a hundred feet away.

In that illuminated darkness, a black shadow rapidly condensed.

Under the golden light, the Holy Maiden of the Western Regions, enveloped by the black shadow, quickly revealed herself, and the black shadow receded rapidly like venom.

The next second, Chen Yuan’s figure transformed into an afterimage, shooting towards that Holy Maiden of the Western Regions who didn’t know her place.

...

At this moment, with the sounds of commotion, the nearby common people were awakened and came out to look.

“What happened?”

“Strong cultivators are fighting again!” Some common people looked up at the sky and felt somewhat accustomed to it; in recent months, strong cultivators had continuously emerged in Brocade Official City, disregarding prohibitions and engaging in conflicts.

“No, look quickly, everyone, that person... seems to be our Ninth Mountain Zhonglang General!” Someone was startled.

“Ah?”

“Who is so foolish as to dare provoke this This General? Isn’t that seeking death? Look quickly, that person seems to be a woman, and our This General even blasted her clothes off! Oh my god, wasn’t that person a woman? What is that?”

“...”

And just as the nearby common people watched this battle, exclaiming repeatedly,

Above, that “Holy Maiden of the Western Regions” was completely powerless against the furious bombardment of Chen Yuan’s Clone.

The Martial Spirit he had obtained from the Divine Ruins, under the Zhonglang General’s Dharma Eye Divine Light, was repeatedly struck and thrown down several times, unable to protect his entire body, revealing his true form inside.

The aftershocks directly shattered his clothes, causing the surrounding spectators to widen their eyes, a chorus of gasps, followed by a torrent of curses, calling it an eyesore.

This commotion directly caused this so-called “Holy Maiden of the Western Regions” to let out a shriek of humiliation and despair.

“Ah…”

The scream directly distorted into a man’s voice, and the eyes under the bronze mask were filled with resentment as he looked at Chen Yuan. (End of Chapter)