Chapter 216: Counter-kill (2)

[A/N: We are just a few more golden tickets away from reaching another milestone!!]

He raised his hand and swung a sword; a highly condensed gray Sword Qi containing the Aura of annihilation tore through the air, piercing toward Chen Chuan’s brow with a sharp whistle.

With this strike, he held nothing back, vowing to kill Chen Chuan instantly.

Facing this strike that could easily crush any Spirit Transformation Realm Cultivator, Chen Chuan did not dodge. He thought to himself: "System, consume one hundred million Gold Banknotes to purchase and use the [Saint Level One Experience Card]!"

"Ding! One hundred million Gold Banknotes consumed. [Saint Level One Experience Card] purchased successfully and used. Remaining time: 9 minutes 59 seconds."

A power as vast as the sea and as boundless as the mountains instantly filled Chen Chuan’s limbs and bones.

His original Spirit Transformation Realm First Level Aura soared like a rocket, breaking through layers of barriers in the blink of an eye to reach a brand new height.

Saint Level One.

"Break!"

Chen Chuan gave a light shout and threw a casual punch.

There were no flashy lights or complex moves, just the perfect combination of Physical Body strength and Saint Spiritual Power, causing the surrounding air to explode.

"Boom!"

That seemingly invincible gray Sword Qi shattered inch by inch like fragile glass the moment it touched Chen Chuan’s fist wind, vanishing into nothingness.

"What? This is impossible!" The sneer on Gu Chen’s face froze instantly, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpricks. Boundless horror and disbelief surged in his heart: "Saint Realm? How can you be in the Saint Realm?"

Feeling the Saint pressure from Chen Chuan that was not inferior to his own and was even more condensed and heavy, his mind went blank.

Incorrect intelligence?

Hidden cultivation?

No matter the possibility, it made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!

Thinking of the rumors of Chen Chuan being a monstrous talent who could fight above his level as easily as eating or drinking, a bone-chilling cold rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Run!"

Without any hesitation, only this one thought remained in Gu Chen’s mind.

He burned his essence blood, and his figure turned into a stream of light, fleeing desperately toward the Taiyi Holy Land.

Spirit Fire and hatred were not worth mentioning in the face of life and death.

"You want to leave now? Too late!"

Chen Chuan sneered.

The Wind God Art operated rapidly.

In an instant, green light swirled around him as if he had merged with the wind, and his speed increased several times over.

With a flicker of his figure, he appeared in front of Gu Chen like a teleportation, blocking his path.

Gu Chen was soul-scattered and spirit-dissipated, and he quickly stopped, a smile more painful than crying forced onto his face:

"Junior... Junior Brother Chen, a misunderstanding! It’s all a misunderstanding!"

"I was just joking with you just now. Yes, joking! We are from the same sect; how could I really kill you? You... you should quickly withdraw your Divine Ability!"

"Oh? Joking?" Chen Chuan looked at him with a half-smile. "Senior Brother Gu, do I look like a fool to you?"

Gu Chen was suddenly speechless, his face as pale as paper.

Knowing that begging for mercy was hopeless, a flash of madness appeared in Gu Chen’s eyes: "You forced me!"

He fully activated the Ice Heart Cold Flame in his body, and forest-white flames surged out, instantly turning the surrounding dozens of yards of space into a frigid Domain.

The air condensed, snowflakes fell, and even space seemed to be frozen.

At the same time, he sacrificed several life-saving Dharma Treasures, talismans shined to form layers of shields, and he performed his strongest Divine Ability, the ’Xuanming Great Handprint.’

A giant icy palm wrapped in nether Qi, carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth, struck down toward Chen Chuan.

He was putting his life on the line!

"Trivial tricks!"

Chen Chuan’s face was cold and stern. The Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture inside him operated with a roar, and a boundless Battle Intent to fight heaven and earth soared, raising his Aura once again.

The Spiritual Power around him surged like golden flames burning.

"Shatter for me!"

He held his fingers like a blade and struck out with a hand-blade. The sharp and peerless blade-light easily tore through the frigid Domain created by the Ice Heart Cold Flame.

Facing the crushing Xuanming Great Handprint, Chen Chuan did not dodge and met it with a punch.

"Boom!"

The fist print and the giant palm collided violently, producing a deafening roar.

The violent energy shockwave spread out like ripples, turning the surrounding rocky mountains into powder.

That seemingly infinitely powerful Xuanming Great Handprint lasted only a moment before collapsing under Chen Chuan’s punch, which contained the supreme power of the Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture.

"Pfft!"

His Divine Ability broken, Gu Chen was hit as if by a heavy blow. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his face instantly withered.

The madness in his eyes was replaced by boundless fear; Chen Chuan’s strength was far beyond his imagination.

"No! I cannot die!" Gu Chen screamed, trying to flee again.

But Chen Chuan would not give him another chance.

"It’s over! True Dragon Breaks the Heavens!"

Chen Chuan gave a low growl, and the Spiritual Power in his body surged out, transforming into a lifelike golden True Dragon with stern scales.

The dragon’s roar shook the nine heavens, carrying the supreme will to tear through the sky and destroy all Laws. At a speed faster than lightning, it instantly pierced through all of Gu Chen’s defenses and through his chest.

Gu Chen’s movements suddenly froze. He looked down at the large, charred hole in his chest, his face full of regret and disbelief.

He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but could only make a wheezing sound.

"I... am not reconciled..."

Before he could finish, the light in his eyes completely dimmed, and his body fell straight from the sky.

Chen Chuan slowly descended, looking at Gu Chen’s corpse with no emotion in his eyes.

He reached out and grabbed, and a ball of forest-white, jumping flame was forcibly stripped from Gu Chen’s body.

It was precisely the Ice Heart Cold Flame.

At the same time, the Storage Ring on Gu Chen’s finger flew into his hand.

With a flick of his finger, a wisp of the Chaos Fire Lotus’s Origin fire landed on Gu Chen’s corpse, burning it completely clean in an instant, scattering his Soul and spirit without leaving a trace.

Having done all this, Chen Chuan felt the Saint power slowly receding in his body and did not stay any longer.

His figure turned into a stream of light, and he sped toward the direction of Haotian City, the nearest city to the Taiyi Holy Land.

The desolate mountain range returned to dead silence once again, as if nothing had ever happened.

Only the rocky beach, destroyed beyond recognition, silently told of the brief and intense Saint battle that had just occurred.

—-

Leaving the desolate mountain range devastated by the aftermath of his great battle with Gu Chen, Chen Chuan sped away, his heart untroubled.

Gu Chen’s death was, to him, nothing more than clearing away a bothersome insect that tried to bite him.

He had also conveniently obtained a decent gift, the Ice Heart Cold Flame.

His current goal was clear: head to the most prosperous gathering place for Cultivators near the Taiyi Holy Land, Haotian City.

Haotian City’s walls towered into the clouds, built with massive obsidian blocks that shimmered with a cold luster under the illumination of a Formation simulating daylight.

The city gate was bustling with activity, as various Cultivators arrived in a constant stream, riding beams of light or exotic beasts.

As a giant city adjacent to a colossus like the Taiyi Holy Land, its prosperity far exceeded the imagination of ordinary Cultivators.

Chen Chuan paid the entry fee and followed the flow of people into the city.

The wide streets were enough for ten carriages to pass side-by-side, lined with shops and fluttering banners selling Medicinal Pills, weapons, and cultivation technique Jade Slips.

The air was filled with the faint scent of Spirit Herb and the distinct smell of smelted metal; it was bustling with people and brimming with Spiritual Qi.

He didn’t linger long at the roadside shops, his gaze sweeping over the grand architectural signs before finally locking onto a large merchant group called the ’Jubao Pavilion’.

This Jubao Pavilion was as busy as a marketplace, and the Auras of those entering and leaving were mostly not weak, indicating that its reputation and strength were quite reliable.

He stepped into the hall of the Jubao Pavilion, and a pretty maid immediately came forward to greet him.

Sensing that although Chen Chuan’s presence was restrained, he still possessed an extraordinary air, the maid’s attitude became even more respectful: "Welcome to the Jubao Pavilion, Young Master. How may I assist you?"

"Selling Medicinal Pills," Chen Chuan said succinctly.

"Young Master, please follow me." The maid led Chen Chuan to a nearby Quiet Chamber, served Spirit Tea, and then went to inform the manager.