Chapter 517: Earth-Shattering, Invincible in the Mortal World

Moluo waved his hand impatiently, his gaze sweeping over Old Jìjiǔ and finally landing on Zhou Chen behind him.

When he saw only a youth in green robes with an average aura, his eyes showed undisguised contempt.

"What, Jixia old ghost, is this your final reliance? You found such a wet-behind-the-ears brat to come and die?"

The Jìjiǔ of Chaos Academy also sent out his Divine Sense to sweep over Zhou Chen, then sneered: "No spiritual energy fluctuations at all; he's probably just a Mortal, isn't he? Jixia, you're really regressing the more you live."

They naturally couldn't see Zhou Chen's depth and only took him for an ordinary person.

In their view, Jixia Academy was at its wit's end, having exhausted its tricks.

Zhou Chen slowly stepped out from behind Old Jìjiǔ and looked up at the group of monsters and demons in the sky, his face as calm as a still well, devoid of any expression.

Old Jìjiǔ turned pale with fright and hurriedly pulled him back: "Zhou Chen, you mustn't! They are numerous, and that Demon Lord is a powerhouse at the True Immortal Realm Tenth Layer, you…"

Before he could finish, Zhou Chen just lightly patted the back of his hand, signaling him to be at ease.

Seeing that Zhou Chen actually dared to stand out, the smile on Demon Lord Moluo's face grew even wider.

"Interesting, interesting. A Mortal actually has the courage to face this seat directly."

He looked down at Zhou Chen from above, like a deity scrutinizing an ant.

"Kid, state your name. This seat does not kill nameless nobodies."

Zhou Chen ignored him and spoke calmly, his voice not loud, yet clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

"All of you, come at me together."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire place fell into a dead silence.

After a brief silence, there was a burst of uproarious laughter that reached the sky.

"Hahahaha! What did I hear? He wants us to come at him together?"

"Is this kid crazy? A Mortal dares to speak such arrogant words?"

"Jixia, is this the fine Disciple you taught? He doesn't know the heights of heaven or the depths of the earth!"

Demon Lord Moluo laughed so hard that tears almost came out. He pointed at Zhou Chen and said to those around him: "See that? This is the backbone of the Human Race! Preferring death to surrender! This seat is truly moved."

"Kid, since you want to die so badly, this seat will fulfill your wish!"

The smile on Moluo's face suddenly vanished, replaced by a chilling killing intent.

"Just with a junior like you, you want to stop this seat?"

Just as he was about to act and slap this reckless brat to death with one palm,

a blood-colored figure appeared silently beside him.

"Lord Demon Lord, why do you need to act personally? Dealing with this kind of ant is enough to leave to me."

The newcomer was actually Liu Qianru.

She moved with graceful steps, floating in the air, her cold Phoenix eyes landing on Zhou Chen, filled with a high-and-mighty sense of superiority.

When she saw Zhou Chen's face clearly, she was slightly stunned, as if he looked familiar, but it was quickly replaced by disdain.

Just a Mortal, even if she had seen him somewhere before, what did it matter?

She looked at Zhou Chen as if looking at an insect that could be crushed at will.

Liu Qianru's appearance made the atmosphere on the scene even more bizarre.

Old Jìjiǔ looked at this former favored daughter of the Wenxian Sect, who had now fallen into a Saintess of the evil demons, his eyes filled with loathing.

And Liu Qianru completely ignored the gazes of others.

In her eyes, there was only Zhou Chen.

Or rather, only Zhou Chen, the "ant" she was about to crush with her own hands.

She had once been reduced to a Life Casket for the Heavenly Secret Clan, becoming a Puppet carrying the Luck of the Heavenly Secret Clan.

Fortunately, the descent of the evil demons allowed her to seize the chance to turn the tables.

She enjoyed this feeling of controlling the life and death of others, especially in front of Demon Lord Moluo, which could earn her more appreciation.

"Do you know who I am?"

Liu Qianru's red lips parted slightly, her voice cold and carrying a sense of high-and-mighty judgment.

Zhou Chen looked at her expressionlessly without saying a word.

Liu Qianru seemed very satisfied with his "fear" and continued on her own, her voice carrying a hint of morbid boasting.

"Her name is Liu Qianru. Her father was the former Sect Master of the Wenxian Sect, Liu Qingtian. To curry favor with the evil demons, she killed her father with her own hands."

Old Jìjiǔ added.

Hearing this, Liu Qianru's gaze swept over Zhou Chen, as if admiring any slight change in expression that might appear on his face.

"Because he was too much of a nuisance, blocking my path to follow Lord Demon Lord and pursue supreme power. So, I sent him on his way."

"Now, you ant who popped out of nowhere, do you also want to block Lord Demon Lord's path?"

A cruel smile appeared on Liu Qianru's face.

This woman, for the sake of power, actually killed her own biological father!

How ruthless! How insane!

Old Jìjiǔ trembled with anger, pointing at Liu Qianru, but was unable to say a word.

Zhou Chen's face still didn't have any expression.

Only those eyes, calm as an old well, seemed to become deeper, deep like an eternal night without stars.

"Are you finished?" he finally spoke.

Liu Qianru's eyebrows knitted; she didn't like Zhou Chen's calm attitude.

Shouldn't an ant before death be afraid, trembling, and begging for mercy?

"It seems you are ready to die."

Liu Qianru lost her patience, and the killing intent in her eyes surged.

"To be able to die by my hand is your honor!"

As the words fell, she raised her jade hand, and the blood-light around her flourished.

"Vast Demonic Sea!"

A sharp cry.

Endless Devilish Qi gushed out of her body, converging in the air into a thick, ink-like black ocean.

Within that demonic sea, countless vengeful souls roared, and countless white bones drifted. A terrifying aura that could corrode all things instantly enveloped Jixia Academy and Zhou Chen below.

At this moment, the sky turned completely dark.

The demonic sea churned, emitting a deafening roar as it pressed down towards Zhou Chen!

This strike contained the full power of a Quasi-Immortal Realm expert, enough to level everything within a hundred miles!

A triumphant smile appeared on Liu Qianru's face.

She seemed to have already seen the scene of that ant being corroded by her demonic sea until not even bone fragments remained.

Demon Lord Moluo also nodded in satisfaction; this woman was indeed good Materials.

Old Jìjiǔ's face was ashen as he closed his eyes in despair.

It's over!

Everything is over!

However.

Just at the moment when the sky-blotting demonic sea was about to fall,

Zhou Chen, who had been standing still, finally made a move.

He did not祭出 any Magic Treasure, nor did he perform any Divine Ability.

He just slowly raised a finger.

A fair, slender finger that looked completely ordinary.

Then, he lightly tapped towards the roaring demonic sea.

There was no earth-shaking bang, no world-destroying energy explosion.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The black demonic sea that was enough to destroy everything, at the moment it touched Zhou Chen's fingertip, was like snow meeting a red-hot iron, silently beginning to melt away.

Corrosion, annihilation, purification…

It took no more than a breath's time.

That sky-blotting demonic sea simply… vanished, as if it had never appeared.