229: Chapter 228 issues another mission: Twenty breaths, and this king will take his head!

Just as both sides were at daggers drawn, The Ethereal Young Master, who had remained nonchalant throughout, swept his gaze over Xia Jin and the others, finally resting it on Marquis Chu.

"Baldy, you actually have some ability."

He tilted his head, his silver-white long hair sliding down from his shoulder.

"Back then... not many people could escape from the hands of this Young Lord."

Marquis Chu met his gaze. He reached out to rub his shiny bald head, and instead of showing any anger, he grinned, revealing a smile even more arrogant than the other's.

"Hmph! You say I ran away?" He sneered, his voice full of disdain.

"If it hadn't been for you few ganging up on me back then, just you? I would have already taken your sissy head!"

As soon as the word "sissy" was uttered, the expressions of the five Prodigies behind The Ethereal Young Master changed simultaneously; some clenched their fists, while others had a surge of killing intent in their eyes.

However, The Ethereal Young Master himself did not get angry.

He merely raised an eyebrow slightly, a flash of scarlet light flickering in his vertical pupils.

"Is that so? Your mouth... is much tougher than your ability. I hope you can still be like this in a while!!"

"Young Lord, why bother wasting words with these people who are about to die? It should begin." Just then, the old woman in black armor with a sinister face beside The Ethereal Young Master bowed slightly, her voice tinged with impatience.

The Ethereal Young Master did not turn back, simply nodding lightly.

"Well said." He raised his hand, his slender fingers waving casually in the air.

The bronze warship behind him emitted a low roar, and the entire giant ship moved slowly forward, finally hovering in the center of the Void Realm where both sides were confronting each other.

Immediately after, six huge battle platforms slowly rose from both sides of the warship.

The Ethereal Young Master glanced at the six battle platforms, the smile on his lips deepening a little.

He raised his hand and waved casually behind him. "Let's go."

As soon as his voice fell, he transformed into a silver-white stream of light, landing on the largest battle platform in the very center.

The other five alien Prodigies followed closely behind, each transforming into a ray of light and landing on the remaining five battle platforms respectively.

Six battle platforms, six figures. Six distinct yet equally terrifying auras, like six great mountains, crashed down towards Marquis Chu and the others.

The Ethereal Young Master looked down at the Temple group from a high position and said with a smile: "This Young Lord is in a good mood today. I'll give you a chance to choose your opponents yourselves."

"As long as you can defeat all six of us, then this time... this Young Lord will lead my people away. And within three thousand years, my Stone Tribe people will not step into your world for even half a step."

A sharp light flashed in the eyes of the Second Hall Master. He turned around and looked at Xia Jin and the others behind him. His expression remained as calm as water, but deep within his eyes, something was slowly burning.

"Everyone. This time... if you can win, this old man will request the Great Hall Master to take you few to the Shenyun Realm!"

"What? The Shenyun Realm?" Yang Qingxuan suddenly widened his eyes, his breathing becoming rapid, and the same went for Fourth Senior Brother and the others beside him. Even the most composed among them, Marquis Chu, had his fingers twitching unconsciously at this moment.

The Shenyun Realm! That place that only existed in legends! It was said to be the center of thousands of Small Worlds in this region, and also the place where human experts in this region were most concentrated.

It was said that even in the entire history of the Temple, fewer than ten people had ever been granted permission to step into the Shenyun Realm!

For these Cultivators who were bitterly pursuing the Dao and longing to break through their limits, the three words "Shenyun Realm" were ten thousand times more tempting than any Heaven And Earth Treasure or any peerless Cultivation Technique!

Just as everyone was immersed in the shock brought by those three words, a System notification sounded in Xia Jin's mind.

[Ding! Key information "Shenyun Realm" detected... Information matching... Match successful!]

[Mission triggered: Arrive at the Shenyun Realm]

[Mission content: Defeat this alien team before you, and be led by the Great Hall Master to the Shenyun Realm]

[Mission reward: Great Sun Burning Heaven Technique (Entry-Level), 38,000 years of cultivation]

"What!?" Xia Jin's pupils shrank slightly. Great Sun Burning Heaven Technique! He couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The Primordial Demon Emperor Art rewarded by the System last time had allowed him to complete a transformation of his life level. And this "Great Sun Burning Heaven Technique", just hearing the name, one could feel that domineering aura that could burn the eight wastelands and smelt the world!

If he could obtain this Cultivation Technique... his strength would definitely usher in a second huge leap!

Xia Jin took a deep breath, pressing down the surging excitement in his heart bit by bit, his gaze becoming incomparably sharp.

Just then, Marquis Chu slammed his bald head and took a big step forward: "I will deal with that sissy in a while! Everyone else, pick your own opponents!"

After speaking, he was about to leap up. A hand suddenly stretched out from the side, pressing not too lightly or too heavily on his shoulder.

Marquis Chu was stunned and turned his head, locking eyes with Xia Jin. "Senior Brother Chu." Xia Jin's voice was very calm, so calm that almost no emotional fluctuation could be heard.

"That person... should be the strongest among these aliens. Leave him to me."

Marquis Chu frowned, just about to say something, but Xia Jin's next words directly made his mouth hang open halfway, frozen on his face just like that.

"Within thirty breaths, I will take his head."

Xia Jin's words directly caused the entire scene to fall into a dead silence. Yang Qingxuan and the others were directly petrified on the spot, their eyes wide open, looking at Xia Jin as if looking at a lunatic.

And the two Hall Masters standing in front also couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths.

Thirty breaths? Take the head of that alien Young Lord? This young man... does he really know what he is saying?

However, before the Temple side could recover from the shock, the five alien Prodigies on the battle platforms had already exploded.

"Hahahaha!" A burly man with stone patterns on his arms laughed first, "Did you hear that? That kid said he wants to take the Young Lord's head?"

"Thirty breaths? Hahahaha! I've lived for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen such a reckless thing!"

A woman standing beside him raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a look of contemptuous sneer. "Overestimating one's capabilities."

She only said four words, but the disdain in her tone could be heard by anyone.

"This kid probably doesn't know who the Young Lord is, right?"

"Ignorance is fearless, so it's no wonder. It's just that... he will die uglier later."

The sounds of ridicule rose one after another, surging like a tide, but Xia Jin didn't even glance at them.

He just stood there quietly, his gaze piercing through the Void Realm, facing The Ethereal Young Master on the battle platform from afar.

"This King has changed his mind now! Twenty breaths. I only need twenty breaths to take this bastard's head."

Others are arrogant? He, Xia Jin, is more arrogant than anyone else!

And these words directly caused a reaction from The Ethereal Young Master on the battle platform.

"Interesting." "Fine, this Young Lord will wait for you. Twenty breaths, let's see if you can take my head."

At this moment, Marquis Chu finally recovered from his shock. He turned his head abruptly, staring at Xia Jin with a serious face: "Junior Brother Xia, are you... really confident?"

Although he had fought with Xia Jin and knew that Xia Jin's strength was astonishing, The Ethereal Young Master on the opposite side was not a pushover either. Wanting to take his head within twenty breaths—such a thing was difficult, too difficult!

Xia Jin turned his head and nodded confidently at Marquis Chu. "Don't worry, there has never been a time when I couldn't do what I said!"

Marquis Chu stared into his eyes for a full three seconds. Then, he also laughed. "Good!!"

He slapped Xia Jin on the shoulder. "Then the remaining aliens, I'll take care of them for you!"

After speaking, he transformed into a golden stream of light, landing directly on one of the battle platforms.

Yang Qingxuan and the others looked at each other, stepped forward at the same time, and landed on different battle platforms respectively.

Six battle platforms. Twelve figures. Confronting each other across the air.