Chapter 271 Step back, I'm about to start showing off.

That's right!

In the face of experience points, even stunning beauties have to step aside.

This was Yan Chu's principle.

As long as he became powerful, what kind of woman couldn't he have? Hadn't he already tamed so many beautiful women until they were completely submissive?

Even if he tried to drive them away, few would probably want to leave.

"Snat... snatch what?"

Luo Jin's bashful expression froze on her pretty face.

Why was Yan Chu looking at her as if she were an enemy?

Had he not been worried about her just now? Was it purely to kill Murong Han?

It was said that besides being extremely lecherous, Yan Chu was also incredibly bloodthirsty.

Spending time with him these past few days hadn't given her that impression, but looking at the current situation, her understanding of him wasn't deep enough.

"It's nothing."

Yan Chu squeezed Luo Jin's supple wrist and pulled her aside, saying calmly:

"Step back! I'm about to start showing off!"

Luo Jin's beautiful eyes flickered. She lightly pursed her red lips and nodded.

"Alright! Be careful then."

Yan Chu's demeanor and tone were filled with immense confidence, making Luo Jin curious to see just how he was going to show off.

Could he really pull it off?

Pang Chong put away his previous look of contempt and stared at Yan Chu with uncertainty.

Initially, he hadn't believed Yan Chu could kill the Helian Clan Chief.

After all, the Helian Clan Chief was the famous Great King of the Southern Court of Northern Mang. Having dealt with him for over a hundred years, Pang Chong knew best how strong the man was, especially when possessed by the Wolf God.

Even when Yan Chu admitted it himself, he hadn't believed it.

But with the facts before him, he had no choice but to believe.

Murong Han had died at Yan Chu's hands in a state of confusion.

This was a Deva, dead in a single move. Such a thing had never happened before; Murong Han was no weakling.

Thinking of his attitude toward Yan Chu just now, and how he had stood by when Huyan Zhuori attacked Yan Chu three days ago, Pang Chong suddenly felt a chill.

He had heard from his nephew that Yan Chu was a very petty man...

At this moment, he saw Pucha Yunlie and Huyan Zhuori exchange a glance, bracing themselves to face Yan Chu.

Pang Chong decided to wait and see.

"Who exactly are you?"

Pucha Yunlie's gaze grew solemn, no longer possessing the arrogance of thinking he could kill Yan Chu at any moment.

"Someone with such methods is definitely not a nobody. State your name!"

"Why do the dead need to know so much? Just go down to the afterlife as a confused ghost!"

As Yan Chu's voice fell, he vanished instantly. The next second, he appeared before Pucha Yunlie, his hand held like a blade, slashing down as a sharp saber light.

"Arrogant!"

Pucha Yunlie roared, a dagger appearing in his palm.

The dagger glinted with a cold light, meeting the attack with a sharpness that could cut through anything.

On the other side, Huyan Zhuori moved behind Yan Chu the instant he acted, unleashing an overwhelming flood of flames to swallow him.

Buzz!

In that instant, Yan Chu's blade edge suddenly accelerated.

The moment his palm touched the dagger, that hair-raising sensation appeared again. Alarm bells rang in Pucha Yunlie's heart.

Not good!

His expression changed drastically. He finally understood what Murong Han had just faced.

He could see nothing and feel nothing; the only thing he could sense was that he might die.

He hastily discarded the dagger and retreated frantically.

Chi-la!

Carried within Yan Chu's saber light was an invisible, intangible tearing force that no divine weapon or true essence could withstand.

An arm still gripping the dagger flew into the air and fell, blood gushing like a fountain.

Simultaneously, half of Pucha Yunlie's face was torn off. One could see an eyeball clinging to the bloody mess and the white bone exposed beneath the flesh, a gruesome sight.

At the same time, Huyan Zhuori's blazing flames engulfed Yan Chu.

This was a divine fire no weaker than the Mingyi Heavenly Fire.

As a priest of the Longevity Cult who presided over fire sacrifices, Huyan Zhuori had studied various exotic fires throughout the world. He eventually discovered this fire in a mass grave in the far north of Northern Mang.

That mass grave was an ancient battlefield where countless people had died. The flames emerging from the earth's core had fused with souls that hadn't dissipated for ten thousand years, eventually becoming this ghost fire.

A smile appeared on Huyan Zhuori's lips.

Yan Chu was engulfed by the ghost fire; he was as good as dead!

"Ah!!!"

Huyan Zhuori's smile didn't last long. A piercing scream caused his expression to shift slightly.

Not far away, Pucha Yunlie was in a bad state. The residual power of the tearing Divine Ability caused him immense agony, and his flesh could not heal at all.

"My face!! My handsome face!!!"

Although his severed arm was also in intense pain, the agony on his face hurt Pucha Yunlie even more deeply.

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...

He was a renowned handsome man of Northern Mang, yet now half his face was torn off, with his beard clinging to the raw flesh. Even with his cultivation, it wouldn't heal. How could he show his face in the future?

He was no longer that Northern Mang heartthrob.

Huyan Zhuori only glanced at him before looking back at the sea of fire ahead.

Pang Chong and Luo Jin did the same.

The flames blazed, exuding a strange sensation that was both scorching and eerie.

Luo Jin's face was tense as she stared unblinkingly at the sea of fire, worry filling her heart.

Inwardly, Pang Chong hoped Yan Chu would be burned to death just like that.

Unfortunately, he was destined to be disappointed.

The sea of fire, which had been over ten zhang high a moment ago, was completely extinguished the next. Yan Chu stepped out from the flames, completely unscathed.

"How is this possible?"

Huyan Zhuori's eyes widened in disbelief.

Yan Chu chuckled.

"I'll let you witness a true divine fire!"

Boom!

As he spoke, blazing blue flames rose from his body, soaring into the sky.

The next second, the overwhelming flames transformed into an endless cloud of fire that descended from above. This was the Fire Cloud Palm from the Nine Yang Five Ultimates: Fire Cloud Overspreading.

"What kind of fire is this?"

Even before it landed, Huyan Zhuori felt that terrifying power capable of incinerating everything. It was a type of flame he had never seen before.

Having witnessed the miserable states of Murong Han and Pucha Yunlie, a chill rose in Huyan Zhuori's heart.

He must not let Yan Chu get close to him!

Shua!

At that moment, he flipped his hand, revealing a palm-sized Wolf Fang. With a ruthless expression, he sliced his palm, letting countless drops of blood pour from it into the tooth.

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Roar!

As the essence blood was injected, a dense blood-red light erupted from the Wolf Fang, and a heavy pressure began to awaken.

Visibly, Huyan Zhuori's face turned pale instantly.

The Wolf Fang devoured not just essence blood, but his essence, qi, and spirit—consuming nearly seventy percent of them in an instant.

Had he not been a Deva who had opened two Divine Treasuries, anyone else would likely have been sucked into ashes immediately.

All of this took less than a single breath.

Huyan Zhuori suddenly released the Wolf Fang, his entire body appearing to have shrunken.

The hazy, interwoven blood-red light transformed into a transparent divine wolf about a zhang tall. It howled at the sky, sending a terrifying sonic wave surging toward Yan Chu.

Boom!!!

As the sonic wave roared out, the fire clouds were blown back.

The Fire Cloud Palm Yan Chu had struck out was actually forced back toward him by the blood wolf's roar, the sky-filling fire clouds nearly collapsing.

The blood wolf's roar shook heaven and earth, its sound traveling a hundred miles. Even Li Shuoting and Xiao Sidao, who were fighting fiercely high in the sky, couldn't help but be drawn to look down.

"Yan Chu!!"

Luo Jin's eyes widened in alarm. She cried out, her skirts fluttering as she prepared to fly up.

Pang Chong's expression changed drastically. From the moment the blood wolf appeared, they all felt a pressure originating from a higher level of existence.

Although it was merely a veil-like blood shadow, the pressure was very real.

Was Yan Chu going to die? Would he be next?

The next second,

Ka!

Amidst the retreating fire clouds, Yan Chu showed no sign of panic. As the clouds dissipated, his palm edge transformed into a great saber, its world-shaking Saber Intent striking the heart.

Saber Intent at the Heavenly Saber level was pushed to its absolute limit.

Third Stance of his Self-Created Saber Technique: Nirvana Style!

That invisible, intangible tearing force was fused into his palm edge, making it sharper and more biting than any divine weapon. The tearing Divine Ability was now integrated into his palm blade. The lethality of this stance seemed to have transcended the Deva level, slashing down with an Aura that brought all things to annihilation.

The sonic wave was sliced through the middle, exploding outward to both sides.

Kacha!

The blade struck the wolf's head. A blood-red storm and the sharpness of the Saber Qi intertwined, kicking up a tempest that surged into the sky like an inverted funnel.

Pi-pa!

The collision of powerful forces made the space high above unstable. Blood-red lightning, thousands of zhang high, appeared spontaneously, with branch-sized bolts striking wildly in the sky.

Simultaneously, the ground beneath them cracked and crumbled. Countless fissures, hundreds of zhang wide, stretched into the distance. A massive earthquake had occurred here.

Bang!

From the gaping fissures, massive plumes of groundwater and fire erupted, only to be instantly dispersed into a mist. The ground became like quicksand, and the geological plates below began to slowly shift.

Even hundreds or thousands of miles away, some high mountains began to crumble, causing large-scale disasters like landslides, avalanches, and mudslides.

"What's happening? Is it an earthquake?!"

Although Youzhou was sparsely populated, often with no signs of human life for a hundred miles.

This area was close to Northern Mang, making it even more deserted, but there were still some scattered villages a thousand miles away.

The power of this strike was simply too great. Even a thousand miles away, the aftershocks were felt, causing numerous geological disasters.

As for the Jianghu people watching from hundreds of miles away, they had long been stunned into silence by this terrifying destructive power.

On the collapsing mountains, many Jianghu practitioners hurriedly leaped up, shouting as they jumped between rocks to avoid being crushed by falling boulders.

"Quick! Protect the Princess!!"

On the slope where Princess Yunshu and the others stood, a towering, snow-capped mountain loomed nearby.

At this moment, an avalanche occurred there.

The wall of snow plunged down like a tsunami, its momentum grander than ten thousand galloping horses. Startled, Cui Yiting and the others quickly protected Princess Yunshu, rising into the air.

Two female guards supported her delicate body as they hovered in the air, watching in shock as the surging snow buried the slope where they had just been standing.

"Is this the power of a Deva?"

Princess Yunshu's cherry lips parted slightly, her starry eyes wide.

"No, even an ordinary Deva couldn't cause such destruction!"

Cui Yiting, standing nearby, said with a heavy tone:

"I wonder who exactly is fighting ahead. How are Great Hero Yan and Senior Luo doing?"

"Yan Chu..."

Princess Yunshu's eyes flickered, her pearly teeth lightly biting her red lip as she fell into deep thought.

"Yan Chu!!"

At the center, forced back by the dispersing blood light and Saber Qi, even Devas like Pang Chong and Luo Jin were terrified, hastily retreating dozens of miles.

Had they been at the very center, even they would have been lucky to escape with their lives.

Luo Jin's face had lost its color, her beautiful eyes filled with uncontrollable worry.

"Hahaha! He's dead for sure!!"

Pucha Yunlie, with half his face normal and the other half a bloody mess of bone and flesh, laughed hideously.

"This is the Wolf Fang, a sacred relic shed by the Wolf God. No one in this world can withstand it. He's dead!"

"Ugly freak! Shut up!"

Luo Jin, full of worry, couldn't help but snap at him.

"What? You dare call me an ugly freak? I am the number one handsome man in Northern Mang! Woman of the Southern Dynasty, I'll kill you!!"

Pucha Yunlie was beside himself with rage. Enduring the pain, black clouds billowed from his palm.

"You won't be killing anyone!"

Prince of Zhenbei Li Shuoting descended. His tall figure overflowed with golden light, a faint dragon's roar echoing as he spoke with a cold, solemn face.

"What happened?"

Xiao Sidao appeared beside Pucha Yunlie, looking at his miserable state with shock and doubt.

On their side, both Huyan Zhuori and Pucha Yunlie were Devas with two Divine Treasuries, each stronger than Pang Chong. How did they end up in such a wretched state?

Boom!

Just then, the exploding blood light ahead finally subsided, turning into surging waves of blood that rushed across the ground in all directions. Everyone could finally see what had happened inside.

The hazy blood-red giant wolf had completely vanished. Yan Chu held the palm-sized Wolf Fang in his hand.

His other hand, formed into a palm blade, was positioned at the center of Huyan Zhuori's forehead.

"Spa... spare me!"

Huyan Zhuori had shriveled significantly. Most of his essence, qi, and spirit had been sucked away by the Wolf Fang. His Aura was like a flickering candle in the wind, and his red hair had turned white.

Puchi!

Yan Chu withdrew his hand. Huyan Zhuori's body split down the middle, dying in the same manner as Murong Han, his intestines and organs spilling across the ground.

[Slaying a Northern Mang Deva (Qi Sea Divine Treasury, Spiritual Divine Treasury) is truly gratifying. Experience +400,000]

Immediately after, with a wave of his hand, he collected the fallen flesh into his Inventory.

Only then did he look up.

Xiao Sidao's expression changed in horror.

Since arriving, he had been most concerned about Li Shuoting and Pang Chong, but he never expected the strongest to be this unknown young man.

Huyan Zhuori had even used the Wolf Fang sacred relic, yet he was still killed.

Pucha Yunlie's remaining eye was filled with deep horror.

"How is this possible?!"

Buzz!

Before he could figure out what was happening, Yan Chu flashed in front of him, a piercing saber light sweeping across.

Under this strike, he felt as if there was no way to avoid or hide from it.

It was as if Yan Chu could foresee the future, cutting off all his paths to survival.

Self-Created Saber Technique: Heaven-Severing Style!

"Impudent!!!"

With a roar from Xiao Sidao, countless feathers sprouted from his body. With a "shua," he streaked across the sky silently, yet at a speed exceeding what a Deva should be capable of.

Shua!

A wild goose leaves a mark; an eagle passes in silence.