Chapter 562 - 322: Another Celestial Tier!

The long spear thrust out.

A Thunder Dragon fell from the sky.

Its two antler-like horns pointed obliquely at the firmament, and its massive draconic mouth was wide open, faintly holding a Dragon Ball within.

It was dazzling, its imposing might astonishing.

On the other hand, Yan Jingchen seemed completely terrified. He remained utterly motionless with his head tilted back, staring straight at the Thunder Dragon.

More accurately, he was looking at the "bee" that had devoured his Evil Poisonous Power.

A faint murmur could be heard. "Beyond Wumeng Mountain, the Thunder Dragon descends upon the world..."

BOOM!

CRACKLE!

The Thunder Dragon crashed heavily onto Yan Jingchen, sending electric sparks flying in all directions.

The solid Spear Intent hidden within splashed outward, shattering rocks and turning the surrounding trees to ash. When it landed on the Chishui River, the water exploded violently, sending fish and shrimp flipping into the air.

A long while passed.

The deafening noise gradually subsided.

The pervasive poisonous miasma slowly dissipated, leaving the scent of soil and vegetation to grow increasingly dense.

Chen Yi hovered in midair, looking down.

Yan Jingchen stood quietly, his head raised to meet his gaze.

Pei Ze, Li Yunjun, and the others had long since retreated several miles away. Alongside Pei Qian and Lan Yanni, they stared blankly at the utterly devastated battlefield, too stunned to speak.

Even Zhang Dabao and his group in the distance firmly held onto their frightened horses and camels, gazing over.

"As expected of... the Boss..." Liu Lang leaned against the wheel rut of a carriage, a hint of envy in his eyes.

Although his Cultivation and Technique were weaker than those of Chen Yi and Yan Jingchen, the fluctuations of Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism in the surroundings were so massive that he could clearly feel them.

The Spear Dao was like a rainbow, the Fist Dao like a blade.

Even watching from a distance, the golden and white glows stung his eyes, bringing tears to them.

Hearing the voice, Zhang Dabao turned his head belatedly. "Brother Liu, you’re awake! Are you feeling bet—huh? Why are you crying?

"Don’t tell me... the Boss avenged you, and you’re moved to tears?"

Liu Lang shot him a sideways glance and cursed, "Screw you! I’m just... I’m just..."

As an expert who had achieved Great Success in Saber Dao—no, more accurately, someone who had half a foot into the Perfection Realm—he found it hard to tell the truth.

Otherwise, wouldn’t a Martial Arts idiot like Zhang Dabao bombard him with idiotic questions?

"You’re right, I’m very touched! The Boss, he... Anyway, a true man dies for his confidant," Liu Lang said with a wooden expression. "From now on, alive, I belong to Hundred Herbs Hall; dead, I’ll be a ghost of Hundred Herbs Hall."

Liu Lang said all this with a stiff face, but when Zhang Dabao and the others heard it, they found absolutely nothing wrong with it.

They felt sincere admiration.

"The boss is right. One look and you can tell our Boss is meant for great things. Following him, even if we don’t soar to great heights, this life will at least be worth it." Jin Peng was quite young and had not yet reached adulthood, but he understood perfectly well what a massive sensation his recent deeds would cause if they spread.

In a word—from now on, their names would be renowned in the Jianghu.

"It’s a pity that Eldest Senior Sister and Senior Sister Shen have to guard the Xiao Family, otherwise..."

"Shut your trap! Did you forget Senior Brother Xue’s instructions?" someone scolded. "If Eldest Senior Sister finds out what we’ve been up to, won’t she skin us alive? We must keep our mouths shut and remain tight-lipped, or else..."

"Right, right, right..."

Their side was lively and boisterous because, in their eyes, Chen Yi killing the current Five Poison Sect Leader, Yan Jingchen, with a single thrust of his spear was the epitome of formidable power.

However, from Chen Yi’s perspective, he had merely scored an easy victory.

Or rather, Yan Jingchen was much weaker than he had imagined.

With a Second Grade Realm Cultivation, Perfection in Fist Dao, coupled with all those poisonous insects and poison... logically speaking, he shouldn’t be this weak.

Even though Chen Yi currently possessed a Fourth Grade Cultivation, with his Spear Dao and Body Dao at Perfection, and his Step Dao and Fist Dao at Great Success, he should theoretically only be able to bridge the gap of two major realms.

It was absolutely impossible for him to slay Yan Jingchen this effortlessly.

Chen Yi looked at the Gu Insect hovering in midair. He wondered if it was responsible.

When the Dragon-slaying Spear had descended earlier, he could see that Yan Jingchen was frozen in place, seemingly suppressed by the pressure of Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism.

He waited another moment, but Yan Jingchen remained entirely silent and motionless.

Pei Ze, Pei Qian, and the others were just about to step forward, but Chen Yi raised a hand first, signaling them to stop.

"Stand back."

Pei Ze’s expression slightly shifted. He glanced at Yan Jingchen and stretched out his arms to block Pei Qian and the others.

"Third Granduncle?"

"Listen to him."

Pei Qian nodded and waved his hand, recalling the Gu Insect "bee" that was flapping its wings in midair.

Chen Yi offered no explanation. A crystalline glint flashed in his eyes as he looked at Yan Jingchen.

Under the Qi Observation Skill, the truth was laid bare.

Yan Jingchen’s aura had indeed completely dissipated. The True Essence within his three major Qi Sea Acupoints was slowly escaping and returning to heaven and earth.

His physical body had likewise crumbled under that spear strike. His internal organs were damaged to varying degrees, his meridians were shattered inch by inch, and his flesh and blood were riddled with residual Spear Intent.

He was as dead as one could possibly be.

Yet, Chen Yi still felt that something was amiss. Therefore, he simply stared at Yan Jingchen’s "corpse" without uttering a single word.

One breath, two breaths... fifteen minutes, thirty minutes...

He was certain—Yan Jingchen wasn’t dead!

If he were dead, with so much time having passed, Chen Yi would have obtained his Opportunity by now.

"Faking his death?" Chen Yi murmured.

He flicked his wrist and thrust his spear.

A golden light condensed into a straight line, piercing through Yan Jingchen’s chest and shattering his heart.

Even so, Yan Jingchen remained standing in place, utterly unmoving.

A smile tugged at the corner of Chen Yi’s lips. Holding the spear single-handedly, he thrust it several times in quick succession.

Streaks of Spear Intent consecutively pulverized Yan Jingchen’s bodily shell. In the blink of an eye, he was devoid of his four limbs, and even more than half of his chest was gone.

Looking at the faint aura residing within that perfectly intact head, Chen Yi sneered. "Still planning to keep up the act?

"This doesn’t seem like the behavior expected of a Sect Leader."

"Sigh..."

Reduced to a Human Pig, Yan Jingchen lay among the dirt and crushed stones. He let out a long sigh as life returned to his dull, lifeless eyes.

"How did you see through this old man’s ’Golden Cicada Shell Escape Skill’?"

He had utilized this Skill primarily because the prior devouring of his Evil Poisonous Power by the Gu Insect had caused him to suffer a severe backlash, forcing him to take that spear strike head-on.