Chapter 402: A Critical Moment, a Complete Feud

Boom!

A terrifying aura erupted from within his body.

His cultivation soared from the Venerable Realm Ninth Layer to the Tenth Layer of the Venerable Realm!

"Zhou Chen!"

Murong Fei's eyes were blood-red: "Even if I have to sacrifice my life, I will kill you!"

He charged at Zhou Chen once again, his longsword bursting with brilliant light.

"Yunxiao Sword Technique — Nine Heavens World Destruction!"

This was the strongest move of the Yunxiao Sword Technique.

Combined with his Tenth Layer of the Venerable Realm cultivation, its power was enough to kill someone at the Quasi-Immortal Realm First Layer!

"I don't believe you can still block this!"

Murong Fei roared frantically.

In the spectator stands, everyone was shocked.

"Murong Fei actually took a blood burst pill!"

"Has he gone mad?"

"That's a forbidden medicine that damages one's Foundation!"

"To defeat Zhou Chen, he's actually willing to pay any price!"

Mu Rong Tian's expression was terrifyingly dark.

He hadn't expected his son to be pushed to such a point.

A mere junior at the Sixth Layer of the Venerable Realm could actually force Fei'er to take a blood burst pill.

"Damn it…"

On the arena stage.

Zhou Chen watched the charging Murong Fei, his eyes remaining calm.

"Taking a blood burst pill?"

"So what?"

He slowly raised his right hand.

"Since you want to risk your life…"

"Then I'll show you…"

"What true strength looks like."

Inside Zhou Chen's body, the Tai Xu Domain and Great Void Dao Principle erupted completely.

Five types of Law Perfection—the Law of Severance, Law of Slaughter, Law of Ice, Law of Water, and Space Law—all operated simultaneously.

"Pluto Seal!"

Boom!

The ten-thousand-foot Nether King True Body appeared instantly.

The Nether King True Body threw a punch.

The fist was entwined with five-colored light, containing the power to destroy everything.

This punch fused the essence of five types of Law Perfection, its power far exceeding any of Zhou Chen's previous attacks.

"Impossible—"

Seeing this punch, Murong Fei's eyes were filled with terror.

He felt that the power of this punch far exceeded his limit of endurance.

If he was hit…

He would surely die!

"No—I don't want to die—"

The terrifying wind from the punch made his cheeks sting, and Murong Fei instinctively tried to dodge.

But the Tai Xu Domain covered the entire field, suppressing his speed so that he couldn't dodge at all.

Boom—

The fist light and sword light collided.

In the next second.

The sword light shattered instantly.

The fist light's momentum remained undiminished, slamming heavily into Murong Fei's body.

Buzz—

The arena stage's protection Formation finally activated, forcibly teleporting Murong Fei out.

But it was too late.

A massive bloody hole had already been blasted through Murong Fei's body.

He collapsed outside the arena stage, his life hanging by a thread.

"Fei'er—"

Mu Rong Tian rushed over in a panic.

He hurriedly took out a healing Medicinal Pill and fed it to Murong Fei.

But Murong Fei's injuries were too severe.

His internal organs were all shattered.

Even an Immortal Pill could not save him.

"Father… I… I don't want to die…"

Murong Fei spoke with difficulty, his eyes full of resentment and fear.

"Fei'er!"

Mu Rong Tian's face was covered in tears: "You won't die, you won't die!"

He frantically pushed his Qi, trying to prolong his son's life.

But it was to no avail.

Murong Fei's life aura grew weaker and weaker.

Finally…

It was completely extinguished.

"Fei'er—"

Mu Rong Tian roared to the heavens, grief-stricken.

The entire field was silent.

Everyone was shaken by this scene.

Murong Fei… was dead.

Qingfeng City's once-in-a-century Genius had died on the arena stage just like that.

And the one who killed him was a Cultivator at the Sixth Layer of the Venerable Realm.

"Zhou Chen…"

"He actually really killed Murong Fei…"

"Too terrifying…"

In the spectator stands, countless people looked at Zhou Chen on the arena stage with eyes full of awe and fear.

Zhou Chen stood on the arena stage, expressionless.

He withdrew his aura and said calmly: "Murong Fei wanted to kill me; I merely struck first to gain the advantage."

"On the arena stage, life and death are determined by fate."

"Referee, announce the result."

The referee snapped out of it and said with difficulty: "The winner… Zhou Chen!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Mu Rong Tian suddenly looked up, his eyes full of madness and hatred.

"Zhou Chen—"

"You killed my son, I want your life in exchange!"

A terrifying pressure of the Quasi-Immortal Realm Fifth Layer erupted from him, covering the entire Martial Arts Field.

Everyone felt a suffocating sense of pressure.

This was the pressure of a Quasi-Immortal Realm expert, something no Venerable Realm Cultivator could withstand.

Mu Rong Tian reached out and struck a palm toward Zhou Chen.

"Die!"

However, Zhou Chen still remained expressionless.

He still had a trump card in his hand—a complete Immortal's hand bone.

Just as the attack was about to reach him.

An even more terrifying pressure descended.

"Mu Rong Tian."

True Person Ziyang's voice rang through the field: "You dare to make a move during the Zixia Sect selection?"

"Do you wish to become an enemy of the Zixia Sect?"

His figure flashed, appearing in front of Zhou Chen and blocking Mu Rong Tian's attack.

Boom—

The forces of two Quasi-Immortal Realm powers collided, erupting in a terrifying wave of energy.

However, True Person Ziyang's cultivation was at the True Immortal Realm Third Layer.

Even if Mu Rong Tian gave his all, he was no match at all.

"Mu Rong Tian, stand down."

True Person Ziyang said coldly: "On the arena stage, life and death are determined by fate; those are the rules."

"Your son wanted to kill Zhou Chen, but was killed by him instead; he can only blame his own lack of skill."

"If you dare to make a move here…"

A hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes: "This seat wouldn't mind wiping the Mu Rong Family from Qingfeng City."

Mu Rong Tian's body trembled.

He knew True Person Ziyang was not joking.

The Zixia Sect was a mid-sized Sect in the Spirit Realm, and its strength far exceeded that of the Mu Rong Family.

If he really made a move, the Mu Rong Family would surely be destroyed.

"Good… very good…"

Mu Rong Tian stared fixedly at Zhou Chen: "Zhou Chen, you just wait."

"If I do not avenge this, I, Mu Rong Tian, am not fit to be human!"

After speaking, he picked up Murong Fei's corpse and turned to leave.

The Cultivators of the Mu Rong Family followed suit.

The entire field was silent.

Everyone knew that Zhou Chen had completely offended the Mu Rong Family.

From now on, his days would likely not be easy.

But Zhou Chen didn't care at all.

He walked off the arena stage and returned to the contestant area.

Zi Yan walked over, her eyes complicated: "You… you killed Murong Fei."

"The Mu Rong Family will not let you off."

Zhou Chen said calmly: "I know."

"But I don't regret it."

"Murong Fei wanted to kill me; I merely struck first to gain the advantage."

"As for the Mu Rong Family…"

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "When my strength is sufficient, I will naturally go and deal with them."

Zi Yan took a deep look at him: "You certainly have confidence."

"However…"

She said seriously: "You had better join the Sect Master faction now."

"With the Sect's protection, the Mu Rong Family won't dare to do anything to you."

Zhou Chen nodded: "I will consider it."

Zi Yan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

Zhou Chen looked at her back and thought to himself: "Mu Rong Family…"

"Sooner or later, I will make you pay the price."

He closed his eyes to rest, waiting for the upcoming battles.

Although he had killed Murong Fei, the selection was still ongoing.

The current plan was to do his best to take first place.

Only by becoming an Inner Sect Disciple could he make Mu Rong Tian wary of attacking him.

At the same time, he would be able to obtain more resources to rapidly increase his strength.

By then…

The Mu Rong Family would be nothing more than ants.