425: Chapter 425 It's Your Turn

"The mechanism techniques of Tiangong Pavilion are the best in the world, long renowned in the cultivation world for being as exquisite as if made by heaven, using tools instead of people, and using techniques to break the Dao. Now it seems that reputation might be somewhat undeserved."

The Gray-robed Cultivator sheathed his blade and stood still, patting the water stains off his clothes.

The Black-clothed Cultivator beside him also burst into laughter, his gaze sweeping over Chen Xuan and Fairy Yu Chan before finally landing on Chen Xuan. With a smirk, he said, "You all better think this through. Do you really want to offend my Dao Seeking Sect for the sake of these beasts?"

Dao Seeking Sect?

Chen Xuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the aura around him instantly became sharp.

He glanced at the two men in front of him and cursed inwardly: Damn it, how can there still be people throwing mud at my Dao Seeking Sect even inside this Secret Realm!

The first person he thought of was Number Eight. Could it be that these two were Number Eight's people, specifically coming to this Secret Realm to act recklessly under the banner of the Dao Seeking Sect, throwing mud at his face as the Sect Master?

"Dao Seeking Sect?"

Fairy Yu Chan was also stunned. She subconsciously looked at the Man in White Robes beside her, her eyes full of surprise. She never expected to hear the name of the Dao Seeking Sect from the mouths of these two thugs.

The next moment!

A loud "rumble" echoed as the sky was suddenly covered by thick dark clouds. Violent winds howled, thunder roared, and streaks of purple lightning darted through the clouds.

Chen Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes fluttering loudly in the wind.

"Leave these two to me. Since they dare to act while impersonating my Dao Seeking Sect, they must pay the price they deserve."

Fairy Yu Chan couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Looking at this celestial phenomenon, the streaks of purple lightning were like dormant Dragons weaving through the clouds. Even as a bystander, it still made one's heart tremble.

Dongfang Li also put away her Mechanical Beast and stepped aside.

Since these two had previously used the name of the Dao Seeking Sect to commit the slaughter of a city, it would be inappropriate for her to intervene now.

Chen Xuan's figure moved slightly, transforming into a streak of white light that instantly appeared before the Gray-robed Cultivator. He didn't use any weapons, simply flicking his finger. A condensed bolt of Thunderous Energy shot through the air, carrying a sizzling electrical sound as it aimed straight for the Gray-robed Cultivator's forehead.

"Courting death!"

The Gray-robed Cultivator's expression changed, not daring to be the least bit careless.

The Sword Qi around him suddenly surged, and a pale golden Sword Curtain formed instantly to block his front. At the same time, the long blade in his hand whirled into a dense pattern, the blade's edge carrying sharp Sword Qi as it slashed toward Chen Xuan's neck—a ruthless Move, every strike aimed to kill.

"Clang!"

The Thunderous Energy slammed into the Sword Curtain, producing a piercing sound of metal clashing.

The Sword Curtain shook violently and was actually pierced through by that seemingly casual finger strike. The remaining energy didn't dissipate, grazing the Gray-robed Cultivator's cheek and leaving a charred bloodstain on his face.

The Gray-robed Cultivator was greatly shocked. He hadn't expected Chen Xuan's strength to be so terrifying. In his haste, he could only twist his body to avoid the vital areas of his neck, but he was forced back repeatedly by the counter-shock from his blade. His palm went numb, and the hand holding the blade trembled slightly.

"Attack together!"

Seeing this, the Black-clothed Cultivator didn't dare to hold back any longer.

He gave a loud shout, and his body suddenly expanded. His already broad frame became even more burly, like a moving mountain.

With bare hands and clenched fists, surging with earthy yellow spiritual energy, he punched fiercely toward Chen Xuan's back.

Chen Xuan didn't even turn his head, as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

The tip of his left foot lightly tapped the ground, and his body moved as light as willow catkins to sidestep the Black-clothed Cultivator's heavy punch. Simultaneously, with his right palm facing down, a green Wind Blade suddenly condensed and slashed toward the Black-clothed Cultivator's wrist as fast as lightning.

Just as Chen Xuan intended to press his advantage.

The Gray-robed Cultivator stabilized himself and fiercely activated his spiritual energy. Sword Qi crisscrossed over his long blade, transforming into cascades of sharp Sword Qi that poured down toward Chen Xuan like a rainstorm, hoping to use the density of the sword Moves to force Chen Xuan into a defensive position.

Facing the sky full of Sword Qi, the thunderous light around Chen Xuan became even more brilliant.

With a wave of his hand, a purple Thunder Wall formed instantly in front of him. Those sharp streaks of Sword Qi slammed into the Thunder Wall and were swallowed by the thunderous light one by one, vanishing into nothingness.

The Gray-robed Cultivator's pupils constricted, and waves of shock rose in his heart.

"Who exactly are you? Since when did Tiangong Pavilion have a young powerhouse like you?"

Because Chen Xuan had been standing with Dongfang Li earlier, he had subconsciously identified him as a Cultivator from Tiangong Pavilion.

Chen Xuan did not answer. His figure flashed, instantly breaking through the Gray-robed Cultivator's Sword Qi blockade and appearing behind him. His right hand formed a palm, containing vast spiritual energy and carrying the heavy pressure of a mountain as he struck toward the Gray-robed Cultivator's back.

Sensing the fatal crisis behind him, the Gray-robed Cultivator's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly turned around and swung his long blade horizontally, trying to block the palm strike.

"Too late!"

As Chen Xuan's cold shout fell, the palm strike landed solidly with a boom.

"Crack—"

The crisp sound of bones shattering was clear and ear-piercing.

The Gray-robed Cultivator felt a sweetness in his throat and sprayed out a mouthful of crimson blood. His body flew back like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily into the stone wall behind him.

With a loud "rumble," the sturdy stone wall collapsed, kicking up clouds of dust that buried most of him.

"This..."

With such strength, it was no wonder her Revered Master chose to ally with this Dao Seeking Sect.

Fairy Yu Chan stood dazed on the spot, her eyes filled with shock. She felt that this Man in White Robes could probably fight five people like her by himself.

Dongfang Li, on the other hand, appeared much calmer. This wasn't the first time she had seen Chen Xuan take action, and she already had an impression that Peak Master Chen was very capable in a fight.

Whether it was the last time at Wansheng Dao Court when he suppressed and slew the Second Elder of Biyou Palace, or his sparring session with her own Pavilion Master Shen, both were clean and absolute crushes.

The Gray-robed Cultivator struggled to get up, only to find his spiritual energy in chaos and his Meridians severed; he could no longer muster even a shred of strength.

Seeing this, the Black-clothed Cultivator had long lost his previous arrogance, his eyes full of wariness. He knew deep down that he was absolutely no match for Chen Xuan; if they continued to fight, he would surely die.

"Retreat!"

The Black-clothed Cultivator made a prompt decision and stopped fighting.

He turned around abruptly, pushing his spiritual energy to the limit, and sped toward the city outskirts at an incredible speed. At the same time, he didn't forget to shout to the fallen Gray-robed Cultivator:

"Hurry, go!"

The Gray-robed Cultivator endured the intense pain and struggled to crawl up, fleeing in another direction.

The two knew well that only by running in separate directions would they have a slim chance of survival.

Given the previous lesson from the two members of the Yao Race, Chen Xuan was already prepared.

He did not pursue, but slowly raised his right hand, pointing his finger at the Black-clothed Cultivator, and whispered:

"One Thought Shatters the Void!"

The moment the words fell, the space in front of the Black-clothed Cultivator suddenly became extremely violent, the airflow churning and shadows twisting.

The next moment, the Black-clothed Cultivator's figure seemed to be obscured by something invisible, completely vanishing from everyone's sight, with not even a trace of his aura detectable.

Immediately after, a deafening "rumble" echoed as the space within a one-zhang radius ahead suddenly exploded. Pitch-black spatial cracks spread instantly, and a violent energy shockwave swept outward, kicking up clouds of dust.

As the dust settled, the Black-clothed Cultivator's figure was revealed once more.

Only now, he was already covered in blood, his clothes in tatters, and his body covered in hideous spatial cracks. He had no aura left, clearly devoid of any life.

After dealing with the Black-clothed Cultivator, Chen Xuan raised his hand again.

The Gray-robed Cultivator only heard an almost inaudible hum coming from the Void Realm. As a rosy glow surrounded him, a fist-sized transparent Barrier quietly emerged, then expanded rapidly at a visible speed, instantly enveloping him and forming an isolated independent Barrier.

Inside the Barrier, all sounds and auras from the outside world were cut off.

Just as the Gray-robed Cultivator's mind was trembling with fear, a calm voice slowly reached his ears:

"It's your turn."