Chapter 278: Truly Amazing
The woman looked at Chu Xingchen with a suspicious, uncertain expression. His aura was steady and difficult to read.
Definitely a deadly thorn in her side.
She probably couldn't beat him even at eighty percent strength, but it wasn't necessarily a dead end either.
After all, wasn't this Golden Core kid right here a useful bargaining chip?
The woman pointed her wooden sword at Li Xingtian, her face like frost:
"If you don't want him to die—"
Before she could finish, a transparent, pure white square object was already flying toward her face.
Behind the object were Chu Xingchen's cold, indifferent eyes.
Boom!
Her face went flying first, followed by petals dancing through the air, and then her face hit the ground.
Chu Xingchen casually held [Wan Ban] in his hand. Gotta say, the original brick form had a pretty satisfying feel when smacking someone in the face.
He looked at Li Xingtian beside him, who wore an expression of conflict and grief.
"Master..." Li Xingtian raised his head to look at his master.
Chu Xingchen chuckled, raising an eyebrow with a teasing tone:
"Oh, Xingtian so weak, need master save save?"
Hearing this, Li Xingtian's face instantly turned red—whether from the medicinal effects kicking in or from his master's words, he couldn't tell.
New slang, but with that tone, only an idiot wouldn't get the gist.
Chu Xingchen reached out and rubbed Li Xingtian's head, his blood aura still not yet subsided.
Petals flew up, rapidly converging toward the woman's direction, even withdrawing the petals that had been trapping the other Tianyan Sect members.
Wang Lin's gaze immediately locked onto Li Xingtian. Among those present, only Li Xingtian had the lowest cultivation level, yet he was the sect-designated commander, and most crucially, he held Elder Bai's Tianyan Token.
If something happened to him, Wang Lin didn't even dare to think about returning.
Looking over, Wang Lin was somewhat speechless.
At this moment, Li Xingtian looked like a demon, his blood aura boiling endlessly, his black clothes stained with fresh blood.
But a man in green robes looked quite righteous at first glance, yet he reached out to pat Li Xingtian's head like he was comforting a child.
Li Xingtian even cooperated by slightly lowering his head.
The image of an apocalyptic demon lord bowing his head for pats...
Hiss... An indescribable strangeness.
But there was another question: was the head-patting voluntary or forced?
Was this man friend or foe?
Righteous robes didn't mean a righteous person.
But Wang Lin quickly determined this was an ally, because his divine sense detected Li Yingling pulling out a memory stone from somewhere to record this scene...
Li Yingling's concern for her junior brother was beyond doubt. If she could leisurely take recordings right now, the newcomer must be reinforcements.
The scene looked quite heartwarming, though Wang Lin always felt something odd about the smile at the corner of Li Yingling's mouth...
Hiss...
Wang Lin didn't know how to describe it for a moment, but he had an intuition that Brother Li would probably want to destroy that memory stone for the rest of his life.
Chu Xingchen sensed the gaze and looked sideways at Wang Lin, who was wearing Tianyan Sect disciple robes, then nodded gently toward him.
Wang Lin hurriedly cupped his hands in response.
The woman rose, petals flying around her, lifting her high into the air. The left side of her face had been smashed, blood slowly dripping down.
Troublesome... very troublesome.
She watched warily as Chu Xingchen casually held Wan Ban. She had never seen a magic treasure with such a plain appearance.
But the power... was rather terrifying.
The woman was certain that Chu Xingchen hadn't used any additional techniques in that attack—he really just brute-forced it with overwhelming strength.
She gripped her wooden sword tightly, petals attaching to her body one by one, transforming into armor.
Seeing Li Xingtian's reddened face, Chu Xingchen didn't continue teasing. He gripped Wan Ban tighter and turned his gaze to the woman.
The woman's heart skipped a beat at that look, petals rapidly flying to protect her, forming a thick wall of petals before her.
But the tip of a transparent long spear pierced through the petal wall, entering the woman's eyes.
Her expression was extremely grave. She pressed her wooden sword forward, petals swirling and rising as she shouted sharply:
"Wanhua—Bai Chun!" (Ten Thousand Flowers—Hundred Springs)
"Flower your mom!"
After breaking through the petal wall, the long spear's shape suddenly transformed, quickly becoming a long sword.
Chu Xingchen held the sword, sword intent coiling like a dragon around him, spiritual energy rising like a dragon. Even the residual force could scatter the harassing petals.
He slashed at the woman.
The woman's wooden sword instantly absorbed countless flowers, even sprouting additional branches and fresh blooms, facing Chu Xingchen's pressure-filled strike head-on.
Good news: this time she blocked it, not getting smashed by a brick before she could react.
Bad news: blocking was no different from not blocking.
Spiritual energy soared, melting all the petals.
The massive pressure condensed.
In the instant they crossed swords, the woman's spiritual treasure was suppressed. The next moment, she experienced the sensation of her body being sliced through.
Fear of death pierced her consciousness. The woman screamed sharply:
"I surrender! Stay your hand!"
She felt her body being melted away by pure dao rhyme and spiritual power, unable to resist at all. Instinctively, she showed a fawning smile, her gaze filled with endless pleading.
Chu Xingchen laughed lightly, his long sword pausing slightly.
The woman saw hope instantly. Her mind flashed through countless bargaining chips—she would give anything to survive.
But the next moment, her smile froze.
"Stay your mom."
After saying this, Chu Xingchen brought his long sword down without hesitation.
The woman realized somewhat belatedly—he had stayed his hand just now so he could say that line.
Wang Lin landed beside Li Xingtian, his gaze turning toward Chu Xingchen.
Pure top-tier dao rhyme aura emanated, vast spiritual pressure making even Wang Lin feel immense pressure.
This feeling... Wang Lin had only experienced it in one other person.
His own sect's core disciple, personally taught by the sect leader and multiple peak masters. Wang Lin didn't know the real name of that woman who always wore a calm, unperturbed expression, her body freely flowing with dao rhyme.
He only knew the courtesy name given by the sect leader—Yan Yun.
She basically never showed her face, only appearing as a mascot at important events, silently attending then silently leaving.
Her cultivation unknown, talent unknown, strength unknown.
The Tianyan Sect revealed no information about her.
But no one questioned her strength, because for her, the sect leader had personally gone to Elder Bai's peak to beg for a long time, just hoping Elder Bai would teach her for a while.
During that period, above Elder Bai's peak, it was as terrifying as today, with incomprehensible dao rhyme and vast spiritual energy fluctuations expanding domineeringly every day.
Until Yan Yun finished her training at Elder Bai's peak, the day-after-day dao rhyme finally disappeared.
Now, Wang Lin looked blankly at Li Xingtian and asked softly:
"Is that senior your master?"
The flush on Li Xingtian's face hadn't completely faded. Facing Wang Lin's question, he nodded gently.
"Truly amazing..."
Wang Lin stared intently. With someone like this, it wasn't hard to understand why each person had a Tianyan Token.
{The numbering is like this, there is no chapter 277 in source, and i have kept chapter numbering same so as to avoid numbering confusion later in future.}
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