Longevity Clan Starts with the Patriarch's Marriage

Chapter 440: 207: Punching the Ecstatic Arhat to Pieces, Slapping the Master of Emperor Wu's City, the Female Bodhisattva is in Pursuit!_3

Chapter 440: Chapter 207: Punching the Ecstatic Arhat to Pieces, Slapping the Master of Emperor Wu’s City, the Female Bodhisattva is in Pursuit!_3

Lu Zhen’s expression remained indifferent as he stepped forward, casually swinging the Divine Sword in his hand. The brilliant sword qi shattered the void, stirring in all directions, colliding with the overwhelming might that was coming to kill.

In an instant, a terrifying battle in the Divine Yuan Realm had erupted.

All three participants were fighting with full force, deploying a variety of divine rank martial skills from Bai Yujing, Heavenly Demon Hall, and Xumi Mountain—these three Sacred Lands. Each technique belonged to the level of the Holy Abyss Realm.

However, the three still exercised some restraint, not allowing their Sacred Soldiers to fully awaken. They knew their limits, and it was enough for them to settle the score among themselves.

Ling Lingshuang the Fairy, Lord of Emperor Mingtian, and old ancestors from the Ancient Empire—five Divine Yuan Realm warriors—watched the battle from afar, their attention drawn to the fierce fight involving Lu Zhen, Devil Emperor of the Blood Sea, and the jubilant Arhat.

They did not notice that beneath Dangyang Mountain, suppressed by the power of several Sacred Soldiers, the eyelids of Chen Xilai of the Heavenly Blade twitched.

Thousands of miles away, the Lord of Emperor Wu’s City did see this scene, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

The current situation wasn’t chaotic enough. If things continued this way, it was highly likely that Lu Zhen would come out on top. By then, Chen Xilai would be taken back to Bai Yujing, and he would lose his chance.

But an unexpected opportunity had arisen, although it was beyond his expectations, it was a welcome development.

The Lord of Emperor Wu’s City noticed that the red hairs on Chen Xilai’s body were retracting as if he was about to regain consciousness. Although his aura was still weak, once Chen Xilai came to, he would surely reclaim his stolen cultivation and recover his strength.

One must remember that Chen Xilai was a formidable warrior at the late stages of the Tongxuan Realm before being suppressed. If he were to cause a commotion, even without a Sacred Soldier, he could still throw the situation into disarray, providing the Lord of Emperor Wu’s City with an opportunity.

Above the Lord of Emperor Wu’s City, Han Li was also watching everything. He too was waiting for the right moment.

He could sense that the masters of the Great Holy Land Schools were all watching from afar, each plotting their schemes. He couldn’t make a move yet and needed to find an opportunity.

Beneath Dangyang Mountain, Chen Xilai finally came to his senses, his past memories flooding back, causing him immense pain and turning his eyes blood-red.

He had been suppressed here for seven thousand years, vegetating till now, with not much life left. His cultivation was stolen, causing him to lose a significant amount of it and to suffer a great loss in vitality. How could Chen Xilai not be filled with hatred?

All this was the doing of the Sacred Lands of Qianyuan Divine Province!

If it weren’t for his seven thousand years under suppression, with his talent, he would have cultivated to the Holy Abyss Realm. Even if he couldn’t dominate the Qianyuan Divine Province, he would have lived for a hundred thousand years, not end up in this plight.

These thieves were still coveting his physical body, seeking the Heavenly Evil Orb through it. It was utterly detestable!

Chen Xilai looked up at the three Divine Yuan Realm warriors battling in the sky, as well as the five Divine Yuan Realm warriors observing. His heart brimmed with intense killing intent.

Nevertheless, Chen Xilai concealed his murderous intent. He knew he couldn’t reveal himself now. The priority was to absorb the seven halos of light—they represented the cultivation that had been stolen from him.

As long as he successfully reclaimed his cultivation and spent a little time, he could return to his peak combat ability. Even with his foundation severely damaged, he would still have the chance to seek revenge.

In the sky above, the battle raged on, growing even fiercer.

But to the discerning observer, it was apparent that Lu Zhen, the Third Patriarch of Bai Yujing, had seized an absolute advantage, single-handedly suppressing two Divine Yuan Realm warriors at the late stage.

Lu Zhen wielded his sword with a might that reached the heavens, the sword light dazzling as he forced the Devil Emperor of the Blood Sea and the jubilant Arhat into a desperate position, and both had suffered minor injuries.

As for Lu Zhen, he was strolling leisurely, calm and composed, as if he was not fighting two late-stage Divine Yuan Realm warriors but rather enjoying the scenery.

The Barbarian Emperor, Jiang Taijing, and Lord of Emperor Mingtian, as well as the ancient warrior spirit of the Ancient Empire, watched this scene with grave expressions. Their cultivation was not weak; some were even not much inferior to the Devil Emperor of the Blood Sea and the jubilant Arhat, but under Lu Zhen’s sword, they seemed somewhat dimmed.

“It seems Lu Zhen is likely to inherit the position of Monarch of Bai Yujing in the future,” remarked Ling Lingshuang the Fairy, sighing to herself as she watched the scene.

The master of Xumi Mountain is called a Bodhisattva, the master of Heavenly Demon Hall as Demon Lord, the master of Myriad Demon Mountain as Demon Lord, and the master of Bai Yujing as Monarch.

Monarch, the lord of the Dao!

In the Dao Domain, there are openly fourteen Divine Yuan Realm warriors, in addition to the Sect Masters of the seven great sects like Tai Xuan Sect, True Martial Sect, Chun Yang Palace, who are Divine Yuan Realm warriors; the rest of the Divine Yuan Realm are concentrated in Bai Yujing.

There are three Sect Leaders in Bai Yujing. The Sect Leader is the strongest, having reached the pinnacle of the Divine Yuan Realm two thousand years ago. No one knows whether he has taken that step.

The Second Grandmaster revealed his cultivation level hundreds of years ago, which was at the pinnacle of the eighth layer of the Divine Yuan Realm. He may now have reached the ninth layer of the Divine Yuan Realm.

As for the Third Patriarch Lu Zhen, more than a thousand years ago, he had just entered the Divine Yuan Realm. Later, because he offended the female Bodhisattva of Xumi Mountain with his words, he was confined by the Monarch of Bai Yujing. Unexpectedly, upon exiting confinement, his cultivation had grown to such an extent, reaching the pinnacle of the Divine Yuan Realm.

“A prodigy indeed, what a pity,” said Ling Lingshuang softly, shaking her head with an inexplicable lamentation in her tone, her thoughts unknown.

Suddenly, Ling Lingshuang’s expression changed as she looked towards the base of Dangyang Mountain. The Lord of Emperor Mingtian, the Barbarian Emperor, and the other four Divine Yuan Realm warriors, as well as Lu Zhen, who was fiercely battling the Devil Emperor of the Blood Sea and the jubilant Arhat, all looked over in shock, their pupils constricting slightly.

Beneath Dangyang Mountain, the previously listless Chen Xilai, who had only the threshold combat ability of the Divine Yuan Realm, now stood up, his complexion rosy and his breath soaring, exuding the terrifying might of the Tongxuan Realm.

“Have I been discovered? Then, please, go to your deaths!”