Chapter 67: Ye Chen Escapes Again, Zhao Gang Dies

"Overestimating yourself!"

The youth with demonic patterns sneered, a bone short spear appearing in his hand. Devilish Qi surged into it, and a deep dark light instantly condensed at the tip of the spear, meeting the attack with a piercing screech!

Boom!

Firelight exploded and splattered everywhere!

Ye Chen felt like he'd been struck by lightning. He spat out blood as his body was violently sent flying, only stopping after crashing through and breaking two ancient trees.

Ye Chen felt as if every bone in his body had fallen apart. His vision darkened, and the last of his Spiritual Qi was exhausted.

It wasn't that Ye Chen was weak; days of high-intensity pursuit had long since left him exhausted. Moreover, those chasing him were at least Cultivators of the Nascent Soul Six Layer or higher.

He was also lucky not to have encountered Chen Zhi, the Third Elder of the Blood Demon Sect; otherwise, his fate wouldn't have been so simple.

"Heh… heh…"

He lay on the ground, his consciousness blurring. His violently heaving chest brought Ye Chen to the brink of collapse.

The Devilish Qi of the Blood Demon Sect also rampaged through his body, making the circulation of his Spiritual Qi extremely sluggish.

"Die!"

The youth's hideous face rapidly enlarged in his vision. The bone short spear seemed to carry a power that could destroy everything as it stabbed fiercely toward his heart!

The aura of death instantly enveloped Ye Chen!

"…Master… save me"

In his blurred consciousness, Ye Chen was left with only this thought.

"Sigh…"

A weathered sigh, as if crossing through time and space, suddenly rang out!

The Ring Spirit actually wanted Ye Chen to gain more experience; only through blood and fire could one grow more.

Along the way, Ye Chen had relied on him far too much. However, at the critical moment, the Ring Spirit could not stand idly by.

When the voice reached the ears of the youth with demonic patterns and the bald burly man, it was like a clap of thunder, causing their movements to freeze.

Buzz!

Ye Chen's eyes suddenly snapped open!

A golden light suddenly lit up on Ye Chen's forehead!

Although the golden light was extremely faint, it carried an ancient and terrifying pressure!

That bone short spear, powerful enough to tear through a Spiritual Artifact, came to a bizarre halt just half an inch from Ye Chen's heart!

The demonic aura at the spear's tip seemed to let out a silent wail, yet it remained pinned down as if by an invisible giant hand!

Not just the youth with demonic patterns, but all the surrounding blood shadows pouncing forward were frozen in place, maintaining their previous movements.

Their faces were all filled with horror!

A fear originating from the very level of their existence made them tremble uncontrollably!

This was a terrifying pressure they hadn't even felt from Elders at the Nascent Soul Stage!

Under the youth's gaze of utter terror, "Ye Chen" slowly raised his right hand.

It was still that thin, withered hand.

But at this moment, atop those two pressed-together fingertips…

Buzz!

A deep black dot, the size of a grain of rice, quietly emerged.

With the appearance of this black dot, silently, the surrounding light, Devilish Qi, Dust, and even sound… all seemed to be completely swallowed up!

Even space itself seemed unable to withstand it, beginning to slightly warp!

The fingertip pointed forward, tapping the bone short spear in front!

At the moment of impact, the black dot acted silently; there was no earth-shattering explosion, only an extreme silence.

The black dot rapidly swallowed the youth's short spear, followed by the youth himself, the bald burly man, and the dozen or so surrounding Blood Demon Sect Disciples.

These Disciples were annihilated before they could even let out a scream.

Only when there was nothing left to swallow did the black dot circle in the air for a long time before gradually vanishing.

"Dust… wake up!"

The voice was like thunder from the Nine Heavens, exploding in Ye Chen's mind!

Ye Chen's consciousness gradually regained clarity!

When he woke up and saw his surroundings, he realized the Ring Spirit had saved him again, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of lingering fear.

If he hadn't obtained that Soul-Returning Pill to awaken the Ring Spirit, Ye Chen might have already met his end here.

"Thank you, Master!"

Ye Chen said respectfully in his heart.

"Alright, Dust, leave this place quickly. I have cleared the Blood Soul Thread from your body. The aura of a Blood Demon Sect Nascent Soul Cultivator is rushing this way."

Sensing the familiar aura of the Blood Demon Sect's Third Elder, the Ring Spirit urged him.

"Yes, Master!"

Time was of the essence. Ye Chen picked up several storage rings from the ground and, enduring his injuries, quickly departed.

Not long after Ye Chen left, a dark figure enveloped in blood mist arrived; it was the Blood Demon Sect's Third Elder, Chen Zhi.

Behind him were dozens of figures wearing Blood Demon Sect Disciple robes.

"The Blood Soul Thread breaks here. The tracks on the ground are still fresh; Ye Chen hasn't gone far. Everyone, pursue him! If we don't catch Ye Chen and the Sect Leader blames us, you will all be buried with me!"

"Yes!"

The Blood Demon Sect Disciples quickly split up, chasing in the directions Ye Chen might have gone.

"Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, I will kill you, Ye Chen!"

The Blood Demon Third Elder said with a hideous expression.

Inside the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, Zhou Chen was the last to arrive and sat down in a random spot.

Several other Wenxian Sect Disciples who had arrived early saw Zhou Chen and hurriedly raised their wine cups to stand up, moving toward him to greet him.

The next moment, the decadent music of the zithers and flutes in the Hundred Flowers Pavilion came to an abrupt halt, and a bone-chilling killing intent enveloped Zhou Chen.

Zhao Gang, who was following behind the crowd, suddenly lunged. His eyes were filled with madness as a blood-red light shot straight for Zhou Chen's throat!

"Hmph! A mere clown!" Zhou Chen sneered. The Universe Sword in his hand buzzed and vibrated, its Sword Intent sharp and peerless.

"Tiangang Swordplay — Annihilation!"

Grey and white sword energy suddenly lit up, and space warped slightly.

With a flash of sword light, the blood-red glow was silently split and annihilated.

Puchi!

Zhao Gang's head flew high into the air, and his headless corpse fell heavily.

Zhou Chen's cultivation was no longer what it used to be. To him, the full-strength strike from Zhao Gang, who was merely at the Foundation Establishment Tenth Layer, was no different from an itch.

However, Zhao Gang was also quite unfortunate. He had been deceived by Zhou Chen's apparent Foundation Establishment Seventh Layer and hadn't used a killing move like the Blood Demon Induction right away, leading to his instant death by Zhou Chen.

After all, the Blood Demon Induction required a price, but it was clearly too late for regrets.

"Ah! Murder!"

Piercing screams rang out from the tables. The Wenxian Sect Disciples, unaware of the truth, retreated in terror, and the scene became chaotic.

"Vile creature! You dare kill a member of my Blood Demon Sect! Give me your life!"

In a corner, a figure suddenly burst forth, and the aura of the Core Formation Fifth Layer soared into the sky.

Wang Ming's five fingers spread wide like a claw. His ghastly claws tore through space, coming straight for Zhou Chen.

"So what if you're at the Core Formation Fifth Layer? Perfect timing; I'll use this to test the limits of my Physical Body!"

Zhou Chen growled low, pushing the Undying Golden Body Art to its limit. Dark golden light radiated from his body as Primal Runes flowed incessantly, his blood and Qi surging like a rushing river.

Rumble!

The ghost claws and Zhou Chen's fist collided violently. The shockwave swept through the surroundings, instantly leveling the second floor of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.

The Wenxian Sect Disciples inside the building scattered like headless flies.

With a muffled groan, a trace of blood leaked from the corner of Wang Ming's mouth. Zhou Chen's power was too terrifying!

Wang Ming's eyes were filled with shock. He hadn't expected Zhou Chen to be able to withstand his full-strength strike head-on and even cause him significant injury.

"My turn!"

"Void Severance!"

A fierce light flashed in Zhou Chen's eyes as the Universe Sword in his left hand erupted with sharp sword light once more.

He swung his right hand, turning his palm into a fist, striking out heavily and sealing off all possible directions for Wang Ming to escape.