672: Kill four people

Chen Xuan showed no hint of pride in his eyes after landing a successful strike; instead, his gaze grew even colder, radiating a chilling aura of murderous intent.

He stood in the center of the battlefield, his body surging with Immortal Power, like a demon god descended upon the world.

"Is this all the ability you have, yet you dare to besiege me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xuan swiftly formed hand seals, muttering incantations. In an instant, the sky changed color, and countless streaks of lightning converged out of thin air, forming a massive sea of thunder that poured down wildly onto the Immortal Kings.

"Not good, quick, defend!" one Immortal King cried out in terror, but before they could even implement effective defensive measures, the violent sea of thunder had already crashed down.

"Ah!" Screams rose and fell, and amidst the flashing lightning, several Immortal Kings were directly blasted into dust, not even a trace of their Primordial Spirit remaining.

The Immortal Kings who miraculously survived were also in a sorry state; their immortal robes were torn, their bodies covered in scorched marks, and their faces were filled with fear.

"This... how is this possible? How can he be so powerful?" an Immortal King asked with a trembling voice, almost unable to believe what was happening before his eyes.

Chen Xuan, however, gave them no chance to catch their breath. He flickered, instantly appearing before an Immortal King, and launched a punch from a distance.

This punch seemed ordinary, yet it contained world-destroying power. The Immortal King had no time to dodge and could only grit his teeth, circulating all his Immortal Power to resist.

"Bang!" With a loud crash, the Immortal King's body flew backward like a broken sack, a massive hole appearing in his chest, blood gushing out, and he died on the spot.

"Is this an Immortal King??? Or an elite?"

"What the Hell is an Immortal King? I'm hitting you, the Immortal King! And those surnamed Zhao and Tang, come and die!"

At these words, a young man surnamed Qin in the distant crowd widened his eyes.

He couldn't comprehend how this young... miner in front of him could be so powerful!

He would never forget such a scene!

Then, he glanced at his master, Qin Feng, gritted his teeth, and left without looking back.

"The Qin Family's treasure is mine... and I can even lead his Qin Family!"

...

The other Immortal Kings were scared out of their wits and scrambled to escape.

But how could Chen Xuan let them go so easily:

"Trying to run? Leave your lives behind!"

Then, he clasped his hands together and then forcefully spread them apart. Countless Sword Qi shot out from his palms, like sharp blades, accurately piercing through the bodies of those Immortal Kings.

In an instant, the battlefield was filled with a rain of blood, and the corpses of Immortal Kings fell from the sky, like meteors streaking across the night.

In a short while, the once formidable hundreds of Immortal Kings were now mostly dead or injured, with only a few remaining, all terrified and devoid of Battle Intent.

They looked at Chen Xuan as if he were the God of Death from Hell, their legs trembling, almost unable to stand steady.

"Chen Xuan, who... who exactly are you? How can you possess such terrifying strength?" an Immortal King asked tremblingly, his voice filled with despair.

Chen Xuan ignored him, merely scanning the battlefield coldly, staring at the four panicked individuals.

Those four were Ye Xingchen, Tang Sirui, Zhao Tianming, and Qin Feng.

"Tsk, Ye Xingchen is a good kid and a good victim, but I'll need you in the future, and I wouldn't really be killing you," Chen Xuan seemed to recall something.

But the next moment, his gaze turned knife-like, locking onto Ye Xingchen. His aura instantly surged, transforming into an afterimage as he lunged at him.

Ye Xingchen's face drastically changed. He desperately summoned his strongest Magic Treasure—an ancient mirror emitting a faint glow. From the mirror, beams of defensive light shot out, interweaving into an impenetrable web of light.

Chen Xuan snorted coldly, instantly condensing a long spear made of pure Immortal Power in his hand and throwing it forcefully.

With a "thud," the spear easily pierced through the light web, directly impaling Ye Xingchen's chest.

Ye Xingchen's eyes were wide open, his face still showing terror and unwillingness, as his body slowly fell, blood splattering on the spot.

"Ding, congratulations Host..."

After dealing with Ye Xingchen, Chen Xuan shifted his body, appearing like a ghost before Tang Sirui.

"Tang Sirui, well, nothing much to say, I'll give you three more good spoonfuls!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Sirui was so scared his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, and with trembling hands, he formed complex spell seals, summoning a group of ferocious sea demon shadows that lunged at Chen Xuan with bared fangs and claws.

"You, you go die!"

Chen Xuan neither dodged nor avoided, simply raising his hand to unleash a powerful spatial force that instantly crushed the sea demon shadows.

Following that, he formed a claw with his five fingers and reached out towards Tang Sirui from a distance. Tang Sirui felt an invisible, immense force tightly locking onto him, and his body was uncontrollably drawn towards Chen Xuan.

"No, don't come any closer!" Tang Sirui was terrified.

"It's you who's coming closer to me, kid!!"

After Chen Xuan finished speaking, he grabbed him by the neck and squeezed slightly. With a "crack," Tang Sirui's neck was twisted, and his entire body went limp like a rag.

"Ding, congratulations Host..."

"Zhao Tianming... a protagonist-type villain, you've harmed many people, you can go now too."

Zhao Tianming saw that the situation was dire and turned to flee.

But how could Chen Xuan give him a chance? He muttered incantations, and in an instant, the surrounding space seemed to solidify. Every step Zhao Tianming took was incredibly difficult.

Chen Xuan walked towards him step by step, each step causing Zhao Tianming's heart to sink further.

"Damn it!! Why is this happening? Why won't you die!"

Zhao Tianming frantically circulated his Immortal Power, trying to break free from this strange restraint, but it was all in vain.

Chen Xuan came up behind him and slammed a palm onto his back. The powerful force directly shattered his internal organs beyond repair. Zhao Tianming coughed up a mouthful of blood, stumbled forward, and fell to the ground, dead.

"Ding, congratulations Host..."

Finally, Chen Xuan's gaze fell upon Qin Feng.

"Qin Feng, the worst of the lot. I originally wanted to live a good life, even assist you for a while, tsk tsk tsk!"

"Wh-what?!"

Qin Feng's legs went soft, and he directly knelt on the ground, pleading with a trembling voice:

"Chen Xuan, although I don't know how you know me, I beg you to spare... spare my life. I'm willing to give you all my treasures, and the Qin Family is yours to command!"

Chen Xuan looked at him coldly, without a trace of pity:

"Back then you... no, not back then, it's the future. Never mind, you wouldn't understand. Just go peacefully."

With that, Chen Xuan condensed a brilliant ball of Immortal Power in his hands and fiercely smashed it towards Qin Feng.

Qin Feng was utterly powerless to resist and was instantly engulfed by the ball of Immortal Power, leaving behind only a pile of ashes that dissipated into the air.

"Ding, congratulations Host..."