"You ignorant fool, I won't spare you." At this moment, above the White Jade Battle Platform, Zi Xuan's facial features were completely twisted together, looking particularly ferocious.

Ye Chen, this useless piece of trash, actually dared to make him roll over and meet his death in front of so many people.

Did he, a seed student of Profound Sword Peak, not have any self-respect?

Today, if he doesn't kill Ye Chen on the spot, it would be impossible to vent the anger in his heart.

Roar.

The next moment, the purple flood dragon enveloping Zi Xuan's body let out an incredibly terrifying roar, its massive form resembling a mountain range forged of purple gold, viciously striking towards Ye Chen.

With a loud bang.

The air within a thirty-zhang radius exploded at this moment, generating countless snow-white airwaves, creating an incredibly frightening scene.

It must be known that just the Gang Qi inside Zi Xuan's body possessed the Power of Eight Hundred Tigers, not far off from the strength of a regular Half-Step Celestial Spirit Realm expert.

Moreover, his Purple Flood Dragon Bloodline was a profound level fourth-grade bloodline, even more terrifying than Duanmu Jie's Golden Dragon Lion Bloodline, and was renowned for its power.

Therefore, at this moment, the power unleashed by that purple flood dragon equaled about a Power of One Thousand Five Hundred Tigers, equivalent to a force of 1.5 million jin.

Let alone Ye Chen, a mere mortal with flesh and blood—even a massive city wall would be easily smashed to pieces in an instant.

This was also why Ouyang Ren couldn't withstand even a single strike from Zi Xuan just now.

Because he was simply too terrifying.

"So strong, Zi Xuan's combat power is enough to contend with a first-level Celestial Spirit Realm expert."

"Indeed! A first-level Celestial Spirit Realm expert, if they don't use any other strength, can only exert a Power of One Thousand Five Hundred Tigers with just the Celestial Spirits in their body." Even some elders from the War King Hall couldn't help but exclaim at this moment.

Ordinary first-level Celestial Spirit Realm experts usually possess a Power of One Thousand Five Hundred Tigers within their Celestial Spirits, stronger than Half-Step Celestial Spirit Realm experts.

And Zi Xuan's cultivation was merely at the eighth layer of the Gang Qi Realm, yet he could already unleash such terrifying combat power.

What kind of level would he reach if he broke through to the Celestial Spirit Realm?

"This ignorant piece of trash, daring to provoke Zi Xuan, I really don't know who gave him the courage. Now that Ouyang Zhong is dead, there's no one left to protect him. Today, this place will be his burial ground." By the side, Ouyang Yi's lips curled into a cruel smile, looking at Ye Chen as if looking at a dead person.

Although he was an elder of the War King Hall, he had completely pledged himself to Duanmu Ying.

Thus, he naturally wished for Ye Chen to be killed by Zi Xuan.

"Is this the strength you pride yourself on? It's nothing more than that." Just as the massive purple flood dragon was less than four or five zhang away from Ye Chen, a mysterious golden pattern suddenly emerged on Ye Chen's arm.

This golden pattern was none other than the Dragon Elephant Divine Pattern.

Buzz.

As Ye Chen activated this Dragon Elephant Divine Pattern, his muscles suddenly swelled, becoming a whole circle larger than usual, and even his skin emitted a faint golden divine light, as if forged from the hardest metal in the world.

At this moment, Ye Chen's physical power instantly surged to the Power of One Thousand Tigers.

And this was just the beginning.

Roar!

Almost simultaneously, behind Ye Chen appeared a giant elephant phantom that stood between heaven and earth, towering several dozen zhang high, like a small mountain standing on the White Jade Battle Platform.

Even that massive purple flood dragon appeared like a kitten in front of this giant elephant.

This is the "Ancient Golden Elephant Technique".

In the blink of an eye, Ye Chen unleashed the power of the Wan Dao Human Emperor Body and the "Ancient Golden Elephant Technique", causing his physical power to instantly soar to around the Power of One Thousand Five Hundred Tigers, no weaker than that purple flood dragon.

"Thunderstorm Swordsmanship." Following this, streams of dazzling purple thunder light surged out from Ye Chen's palm, rapidly condensing into a Thunder Sword Aura four or five zhang long.

This is the transformation realm of the "Thunderstorm Swordsmanship".

Although "Thunderstorm Swordsmanship" is a Yellow Level Middle Grade Martial Arts and cannot generate Sword Qi like "Storm Swordsmanship".

But precisely because of this, it can actually complement Ye Chen's physical abilities.

Moreover, Ye Chen's cultivation had already reached the Gang Qi Realm.

Therefore, the might of his "Thunderstorm Swordsmanship" was much stronger than it was in the True Qi Realm, capable of unleashing nearly a Power of Five Hundred Tigers, completely overwhelming Zi Xuan.

"Zi Xuan, come meet your fate." Above the White Jade Battle Platform, Ye Chen's incredibly cold voice echoed, like the call of the Death God, making souls shiver uncontrollably.

Swish.

In a flash, Ye Chen swung the Thunder Sword Aura in his hand, fiercely striking towards the head of the purple flood dragon.

"No, how can his power have become so strong? It's impossible." Zi Xuan's expression froze instantly, his eyes filled with intense shock and disbelief.

At this moment, he could actually feel an intense death threat coming from Ye Chen.

The sword strike Ye Chen delivered was powerful enough to pose a fatal threat to him.

However, Zi Xuan only realized it at this time, and it was already too late.

The distance between him and Ye Chen was simply too close, even if he wanted to dodge, it was already too late.

A loud sound pierced the air.

In the next moment, the Thunder Sword Aura in Ye Chen's hand easily shattered the scales on the Purple Flood Dragon's body, then sliced into its massive neck, severing the entire head.

"No!"

A piercing scream instantly burst from Zi Xuan's mouth, sounding chilling to the bone.

As that Purple Flood Dragon was decapitated by Ye Chen, Zi Xuan's body suffered a horrific backlash of power, with all his meridians severed and even countless cracks appearing in his internal organs.

He couldn't even manage to unleash his Bloodline Secret Technique before completely losing his fighting ability, collapsing to the ground like a pool of mud.

"Is this your strength? In front of me, you are simply vulnerable; what do you have to boast about?" A large hand emitting a faint golden glow suddenly gripped Zi Xuan's neck, lifting him from the ground, suspending him in the air like a chicken.

"Ye Chen, what do you want? Let me go quickly." Zi Xuan's body struggled desperately, his eyes full of intense terror and humiliation.

He never would have imagined in his wildest dreams that he would actually be defeated in one move by Ye Chen, someone seen as a waste unable to awaken his bloodline.

If he had known earlier that Ye Chen's strength was so formidable, he would have undoubtedly used his Bloodline Secret Technique against Ye Chen without hesitation.

Unfortunately, it was now too late for regret.

"What do I want to do? I said I would avenge Senior Brother Ouyang. Do you believe it now?" Ye Chen said expressionlessly, as if a walking Death God, sending chills down one's spine.

"Ye Chen, I don't believe you dare to kill me." Despite being utterly terrified inside, Zi Xuan still put on an air of fearless confidence.

At present, Ye Chen had already lost Ouyang Zhong's protection.

He didn't believe that Ye Chen dared to kill him in front of Duanmu Ying.

A crisp snapping sound echoed.

Just as Zi Xuan finished speaking, his neck was directly snapped by Ye Chen, so even if an Immortal arrived, they couldn't save him.

"How is it possible?" Just before his death, Zi Xuan's eyes were wide open, full of horror and disbelief.

Even in death, he couldn't have imagined that Ye Chen would really dare to kill him.

Sizzling sounds filled the air.

At the very instant he killed Zi Xuan, Ye Chen quietly communicated with the Evolution Divine Tower deep in the Human Emperor's Space, devouring all the Bloodline Power within him.

This process was incredibly secretive, so much that not even the Celestial Flame Peak Master or an Immortal could detect it.

"Indeed worthy of a Profound Level Fourth Grade bloodline, able to convert into a hundred and fifty points of Evolutionary Power." The Tower Spirit said with a slight smile.

Zi Xuan's Purple Flood Dragon Bloodline, in terms of grade, wasn't much weaker than the Emperor Cyan Wind Leopard previously killed by Ye Chen.

Furthermore, he had already elevated the concentration of his Purple Flood Dragon Bloodline to a certain level, so it could be converted into a substantial hundred and fifty points of Evolutionary Power by the Evolution Divine Tower, comparable to the Emperor Cyan Wind Leopard.

That is to say, if Ye Chen could devour two more such bloodlines, he would have enough Evolutionary Power to develop his brain domain to the world's limit, becoming a Heaven-defying Divine Soul Master.

By then, he wouldn't need a year to cultivate his divine soul to the Third Level of Divine Sense Realm.

"Senior Brother Ouyang, I have avenged you. Today, if anyone dares to compete with me for the position of Chief Disciple in the War King Hall, they better be prepared to be ruthlessly slain by me." Ye Chen's icy voice echoed in everyone's ears, with an incredibly domineering tone.

"Oh heaven! Senior Brother Zi Xuan is dead. No, I must be dreaming."

"How could he possibly kill Senior Brother Zi Xuan?" At this moment, the students of Profound Sword Peak were all pale as death, their bodies like petrified statues, frozen in place.

Even now, they couldn't believe their eyes.

"Damn it, truly damn it." In the palace not far away, Duanmu Ying's expression was extraordinarily grim, with terrifying fierce light emanating from her eyes, like an enraged Ancient Fierce Beast.

Earlier, the process of Ye Chen killing Zi Xuan was far too brief.

Moreover, Duanmu Ying never thought Ye Chen could defeat Zi Xuan.

Therefore, by the time she wanted to intervene, it was already too late.

Seeing the corpse of Zi Xuan hanging in mid-air by Ye Chen, Duanmu Ying was consumed with rage.

Rumbling sounds echoed.

A terrifying aura of Celestial Spirits surged out from Duanmu Ying's body, causing the entire palace to tremble violently, with even the stone bricks underfoot cracking dramatically.

At this moment, Duanmu Ying wished she could immediately tear Ye Chen to pieces, making him vanish from this world forever.

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