142: Chapter 142 His name isn't Xiao Yan, it's Su Chen

"This... what is this?"

Su Chen trembled, unable to believe it.

Jiang Luoli, on the side, saw it even more clearly.

The white mist, which had been violently fluctuating, suddenly stilled for an instant without warning.

Immediately after.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure descended without warning.

This pressure was not aimed at everyone, but precisely locked onto the three Men in Black who were lunging at Su Chen.

Especially the leader.

At this moment, time seemed to be infinitely stretched.

In the eyes of everyone, who were filled with terror.

The white mist covering the entire Heroic Spirit Contract Ceremony area suddenly split to both sides.

A giant, delicate hand, as if carved from white jade.

From above the firmament, penetrating the mist, it pressed down silently.

This hand did not seem to be physical, yet it was as solid as the finest mutton-fat jade, with slender, perfect fingers, every line clearly visible.

It appeared without warning, its movement seemingly slow, but in reality, it was fast to the extreme.

It made it impossible for anyone to dodge, and it also made it impossible to even harbor a thought of resistance.

"What is this thing?"

The leader of the Men in Black looked up in horror.

"Could it be...?"

"Wasn't it said that their main bodies had gone to the East Sea, leaving only a few strands of split souls, and that the special evil objects on us could happen to conceal our existence from non-physical entities?"

"What exactly is it that drew them out?"

He wanted to escape, wanted to resist.

But he found that the space around him seemed to be frozen; he couldn't even move a finger.

That jade-white palm pressed down lightly on the area where he and his two subordinates were.

The three powerful Men in Black, under that jade-white palm, disappeared without a trace, like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser.

All traces of their existence were gently wiped away by that hand.

In an instant.

The whole scene was silent.

Witnessing this one-sided slaughter that left no room for resistance, the remaining Men in Black stood frozen in place, as if under a binding spell.

The surviving trial-takers were even more dumbfounded, their brains blank.

After obliterating the three Men in Black, that jade-white palm did not immediately dissipate.

It paused slightly, turned over, palm facing upward, and the five fingers curled slightly.

An invisible suction force came.

Everything related to the Men in Black Robes, including the corpse of Su Zixi, the fragments of the black heart, and the remaining Men in Black Robes who were still trying to struggle.

Were all sucked into that palm and annihilated into nothingness.

After doing all this, the jade-white palm slowly lifted and retracted behind the mist that it had "pushed open."

The white mist closed again, as if that shocking scene had never happened.

Only a cold female voice, with no discernible emotion or tone, slowly sounded.

"Cleanup complete, the Heroic Spirit Contract Ceremony will proceed as normal."

"All participants, please line up according to your points and wait for the Heroic Spirits to come for the contract."

"This... could this be the legendary Transcendent Heroic Spirit?"

A trial-taker spoke with a tremble and fell to his knees with a thud.

Immediately after, like a chain reaction, the survivors knelt down one after another in the direction where the jade-white palm had disappeared.

The ecstasy of surviving a disaster and the awe of absolute power were intertwined.

"It's a Transcendent Heroic Spirit! It must have been the Transcendent Heroic Spirit who acted!"

"Thank you, my lord, for saving our lives!"

Even Jiang Luoli, who was still in shock, knelt down.

In the whole scene, only Su Chen remained standing quietly.

The Transcendent Heroic Spirit, although famous, was not enough to make him, a person who had cultivated many transcendent beings, kneel.

He just stared silently at the direction where the giant hand had disappeared.

That hand.

That kind of spiritual power fluctuation...

Too familiar!

In a trance.

Su Chen seemed to have returned to that side hall of the Great Qian.

The beautiful Young Prime Minister, with her face turned, borrowing the faint light of an oil lamp.

Looking at herself in the mirror.

"Sir, look, is my way of manipulating spiritual power like this correct?"

At that time, he was looking at her across a mirror.

Between the two, there was always a layer of mist.

Just like today, exactly the same.

"Xiao Yu...?"

Thinking of this, Su Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head.

"How is that possible, this is modern Blue Star, not the Great Qian world..."

"Furthermore, in the records of Blue Star's spiritual energy recovery, there is no civilization named 'Great Qian'..."

He looked at Jiang Luoli.

"Who was the Heroic Spirit who acted just now?"

Jiang Luoli shook her head blankly.

Although the Jiang Family was familiar with some famous contracted Heroic Spirits, she knew very little about Transcendent Heroic Spirits.

"I, I don't know."

"The white mist blocked the aura and perception, so I couldn't see who descended."

"But to have such power, instantly obliterating those Men in Black, it must be at least a top-tier Heroic Spirit."

"Even... it might be one of the three Transcendent Heroic Spirits!"

Transcendent Heroic Spirit...

It's okay, no rush.

Soon the Heroic Spirits will appear one after another, and presumably the Transcendent Heroic Spirits will be the same.

Meanwhile.

Inside the core area of the white mist.

The phantom of Zhuge Jinyu in a plain white dress slowly retracted the jade hand condensed by her divine sense.

She let out a long sigh of relief.

The Men in Black were right.

They almost made a huge mistake.

The other party actually learned that their main bodies had urgently gone to the East Sea to save the situation, and seized this time to use special means to enter the secret realm of the Heroic Spirit Contract Ceremony, and even caused a large number of participants to be lost.

If it weren't for that faint "connection" that allowed her to sense the abnormality outside, I'm afraid the losses would have been even greater.

Thinking of this, her heart skipped a beat.

That connection...

She heard it.

"Su Chen."

That name, crossing the white mist, crossing the distant time and space, slammed into her heart lake.

It really wasn't "Xiao Yan."

It was Su Chen.

Her Sir, really came back.

He, in such a way, on such an occasion, caught her off guard, and exposed his real name in front of her.

The moment she heard Su Zixi call that name, she felt her soul trembling.

A thousand years of waiting, countless disappointments and rebuilding of hope, were confirmed at this moment.

It's him.

It really is him.

Even if the attire has slight changes, even if the aura of cultivation is slightly different, even if he used an alias.

But that name, that soul fluctuation, that completely identical appearance.

It can't be wrong.

And when she saw the Men in Black about to kill her Sir, the fear and rage of her heart being gripped.

Made her act without hesitation.

Whatever rules, whatever consumption, whatever hiding identity.

At that moment, they were all thrown to the nine heavens.

She only knew, no one could hurt him.

No one could.

Her gaze passed through the white mist and landed on the somewhat stunned young man.

Approaching home, one feels more timid, not daring to ask the visitor.

At this moment, she was so close to him, yet it was as if they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

Does he... still remember her?

Did he recognize her?

Probably not, right?

If he really recognized her, how could he be as calm as he is now?

The Female Prime Minister hadn't had time to feel lost yet.

Suddenly she felt two slightly aggressive gazes fall behind her.

Zhuge Jinyu turned her head.

She found Ye Jingjun and Cang Mingyue behind her.