215: Chapter 215 The Quasi-Emperor's Corpse Has Been Taken Away?

Chapter 215: The Quasi-Emperor's Corpse Was Taken Away? The Ye Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his narrow, dark red eyes staring at this illusory remnant soul, a slight curve lifting the corner of his mouth.

"Tiansha Abyss, Ye Chen."

"Tiansha Abyss?" A strange look flashed in Venerable Chiling's eyes. "So you are the Master of Tiansha Abyss. No wonder you possess such strength."

"Did you come here today for the Quasi-Emperor's corpse in my Sacred Tower?" Venerable Chiling got straight to the point.

"Correct." The Ye Chen did not deny it. A sharp light flashed in his narrow, dark red eyes. "I have been trapped at the Peak of the Saint King Realm for a thousand years, unable to take that final step. Only by comprehending the Grand Dao Laws within the Quasi-Emperor's corpse will I have a glimmer of hope for a Breakthrough."

Venerable Chiling fell silent for a moment, a complex look flashing in his cloudy, old eyes.

"You are indeed an earth-shattering talent. I have cultivated for thirty thousand years and seen countless prodigies, but individuals like you can be counted on one hand."

He paused, a hint of regret entering his tone. "Unfortunately, you are too late."

The Ye Chen frowned. "Too late? What do you mean?"

A slight curve lifted the corner of Venerable Chiling's mouth, a meaningful light flashing in his cloudy, old eyes.

"The Quasi-Emperor's corpse on the ninth floor of the Sacred Tower has already been taken."

As soon as these words were spoken, a dead silence fell over the entire area.

For the first time, the Ye Chen's expression changed.

Two sharp, piercing lights suddenly burst from his narrow, dark red eyes. An unimaginably terrifying killing intent erupted from his body, spreading in all directions like something tangible!

"What did you say?!"

His voice was raspy, yet it exploded between heaven and earth like a clap of thunder, shaking the space for thousands of miles around violently!

In the distance, the faces of the three Saints turned pale. They were nearly suffocated by the pressure of this killing intent. Their figures retreated rapidly, flying back another hundred miles before they barely managed to stabilize themselves.

"The Quasi-Emperor's corpse... was taken?!"

Saint Lieyi's voice was trembling, his eyes filled with disbelief.

That was a Quasi-Emperor's corpse!

Who could quietly take a treasure of this level away?

A thought suddenly flashed through Saint Xutian's mind, and his pupils contracted sharply.

"Could it be... that Senior?"

Saint Lingyuan thought of this as well, a look of shock flashing through her cold eyes.

If it really was that Senior who took the Quasi-Emperor's corpse...

...then it wouldn't be surprising.

"Impossible."

The Ye Chen's voice was icy cold, his narrow, dark red eyes brimming with killing intent.

He stared at Venerable Chiling's illusory remnant soul and said, word by word, "That is a Quasi-Emperor's corpse. Who in this world could take it away silently? You are lying to me."

Venerable Chiling shook his head, a trace of mockery flashing in his cloudy, old eyes. "I, lying to you? I am already a dying man. What benefit would lying to you bring me?"

"Then I shall see for myself."

The Ye Chen wasted no more words.

He raised his right hand, his slender fingers slowly clenching into a fist in the Void Realm.

The movement seemed casual, but with this single clench—

"Rumble—"

The entire Sacred Tower suddenly shook violently!

The runes on the tower's body flashed frantically, emitting a blinding golden light as if desperately resisting.

The pale golden light shield trembled even more violently, with fine cracks appearing on its surface and spreading like a spiderweb.

"Crack, crack, crack—"

The sound of shattering became denser and louder.

Venerable Chiling's expression changed drastically, his illusory figure fluctuating wildly.

"How dare you!"

He shouted furiously and formed hand seals, sending streams of crimson-gold runes from his palms into the Sacred Tower.

The Sacred Tower suddenly erupted with a blinding golden light, blazing like the sun and illuminating the entire sky!

An unimaginably terrifying aura emanated from the Sacred Tower, pressing down toward the Ye Chen!

That was power at the Quasi-Emperor level, the final trump card left behind by Venerable Chiling when he was alive.

However—

The Ye Chen's expression remained unchanged.

He merely clenched his fist.

"Break for me!"

Just three words, spoken casually.

Yet with just these words—

"Boom!!!"

The pale golden light shield exploded, turning into a sky full of golden shards that splattered in all directions!

The runes on the surface of the Sacred Tower dimmed one by one, finally going out completely.

Venerable Chiling trembled all over, his illusory figure fluctuating violently, nearly dissipating.

"To think your strength has reached such a level! You actually possess a trace of a Quasi-Emperor's might!"

The Peak of the Saint King Realm is only a step away from a Quasi-Emperor.

This is a step that some people cannot cross even if they spend their entire lives trying.

Yet the power of the Ye Chen's punch just now had clearly surpassed the Peak of the Saint King Realm, faintly touching the Quasi-Emperor Realm!

The Ye Chen did not answer. He simply walked through the air with his hands behind his back, taking step after step toward the Sacred Tower.

His pace was neither fast nor slow. Each step landed on the Void Realm, yet it felt as if he were stepping on everyone's hearts, making a dull thudding sound.

Venerable Chiling gritted his teeth, pushing the remaining power in the Sacred Tower to its limits in an attempt to stop him.

But in front of the Ye Chen, that power was like paper, completely useless.

"I told you, you cannot stop me."

The Ye Chen stepped into the Sacred Tower.

His Divine Thought spread out like a tide, instantly covering the entire Sacred Tower.

The first floor, the second floor, the third floor...

...all the way to the ninth floor.

A moment later—

His face darkened completely.

There was nothing.

The ninth floor was completely empty.

The two Quasi-Emperor corpses were indeed gone.

"Who did this?"

The Ye Chen's voice was icy cold. Killing intent erupted from his body like something physical, causing the entire Sacred Tower to shake violently.

Venerable Chiling floated at the top of the Sacred Tower. Looking at the Ye Chen's state, a mocking curve lifted the corner of his mouth.

"I told you, you are too late."

"Who?!"

The Ye Chen snapped his head up, his narrow, dark red eyes staring fixedly at Venerable Chiling as he said word by word, "I am asking you, who took the Quasi-Emperor's corpse?"

Venerable Chiling did not answer.

He simply raised his head and looked toward the horizon.

From that direction, a young man was walking through the air.

He wore green robes and had a lazy expression.

It was none other than Shen Qingyuan.

In the distance, the three Saints widened their eyes, staring fixedly at that lazy figure in the Void Realm.

"It really is Senior..."

Saint Xutian murmured to himself.

Although they had long suspected it, hearing Shen Qingyuan acknowledge it with their own ears still shook their souls.

"You were the one who took the Quasi-Emperor's corpse?"

The Ye Chen stared at Shen Qingyuan, his voice icy.

Killing intent pressed down toward Shen Qingyuan like something tangible.

The strength of that killing intent was enough to instantly kill any Cultivator below the Saint Realm!

However—

Shen Qingyuan stood in place, completely motionless.

The killing intent capable of crushing a Saint was like a gentle breeze on his face, failing to even ruffle the corner of his robes.

The Ye Chen's pupils contracted slightly.

"Interesting."

He cold-snorted, no longer testing, and took a step forward!

His figure appeared before Shen Qingyuan like a ghost, striking out with a palm!

With this strike, he used seventy percent of his strength.

Seventy percent of the strength of a Peak Saint King Realm expert was enough to reduce an entire mountain range to powder!

Wherever the wind of his palm passed, the Void Realm collapsed entirely, revealing a pitch-black Void Space!

In the distance, the faces of the three Saints changed drastically, and their figures retreated rapidly.

"We're finished! Although Senior's strength is unfathomable, the Master of Tiansha Abyss is at the Peak of the Saint King Realm!"

Saint Lieyi's voice was trembling.

However—

Shen Qingyuan did not even dodge.

He simply raised his hand and lightly flicked his slender finger in the Void Realm.

"Bang!"

A soft sound rang out.

The Ye Chen's world-destroying palm wind popped like a bubble at Shen Qingyuan's fingertip, dispersing into a sky of black light specks.

The originally torn Void Realm was also smoothed over by a mysterious power, as if nothing had ever happened.

The Ye Chen's face changed abruptly. He was forced back three steps by the rebounding force, each step stamping spiderweb-like cracks into the Void Realm.

The web of his hand split open, and fresh blood flowed.

"You—"

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