Chapter 925

How is that possible!

Ye Chen’s brows furrowed deeply as he stared intently at that eye. Although it wasn’t his xian yan, he recognized it at a glance as the Liu Dao Xian Lun Yan.

Da Chu actually has someone else with the Liu Dao Xian Lun Yan!

His mind felt somewhat dazed. With the xian lun right eye appearing before him, he momentarily thought that this xian lun right eye and his own xian lun left eye must have come from the same person: Jiang Taixu.

Bang!

While he was in a daze, the ground shook again, and the person bearing the xian lun right eye emerged from the darkness.

It was a man in black clothes, wearing a black mask, with hair like a waterfall, and a powerfully built physique. He gave off the impression of an eight-thousand-zhang giant mountain, unyielding even if the heavens collapsed or the earth split apart.

Buzz!

Upon seeing this person, for some reason, Ye Chen’s saint body trembled, and a feeling both familiar and strange suddenly arose.

“Your xian yan, where did it come from?”

Ye Chen spoke up, his saint blood surging within him and his aura continuously rising, because the person before him was too mysterious and eerie, and powerful enough to make him wary.

The man in black stood silently, not responding to Ye Chen’s words. He only stiffly turned his neck, looking at Ye Chen with a bewildered expression.

Seeing this, Ye Chen furrowed his brows even more, narrowing his eyes deeper. The man in black seemed to have unclear consciousness, like he had been in the past—muddled and dazed. Although he bore the Liu Dao Xian Lun Yan, his eyes were full of dullness.

“He couldn’t be Hong Chen, the ninety-seventh generation saint master of Yan Huang, could he?”

Ye Chen murmured to himself, because the man in black had too many similarities with the Hong Chen of the past: possessing the xian lun right eye, being muddled and dazed, and incredibly powerful. This matched exactly with what Zhong Jiang had described.

“It’s entirely possible.”

Ye Chen’s thoughts raced. Even though Hong Chen had long been dead, it wasn’t out of the question that he was still alive. After all, people like Da Chu Huang Yan and Zhou Tian Yi from tens of thousands of years ago were still living, so why not Hong Chen, the saint master from over a thousand years ago?

“Exactly who are you?”

Ye Chen focused his vision to the utmost, trying to see the true face of the man in black.

However, the black mask on the man’s face was extremely strange. Despite Ye Chen’s cultivation and realm, he couldn’t see through it. To truly penetrate the mask, at least the Tian Yan would be required. He didn’t have the Tian Yan, and his Xian Lun Yan was sealed in Luo Shen Yuan, so he couldn’t discern the man’s true appearance.

“This junior is Ye Chen, the ninety-ninth generation saint master of Yan Huang. May I ask, senior, are you Hong Chen?”

Ye Chen cupped his hands in respect and spoke again.

Yet, the man in black remained silent in response to his words, showing only a bewildered expression and dull eyes. He stood there like a spear, as if he were a puppet.

Now, Ye Chen was puzzled, his mind full of confusion.

In the dead of night, this mysterious person suddenly appeared, neither speaking nor moving. Ye Chen couldn’t figure out why the man in black had come to Yun Ruogu.

Subconsciously, he lifted his foot and approached the man in black, then extended his hand, intending to remove the mask. If he could just take it off, everything might become clear, as he suspected.

Strangely, the man in black remained completely still, allowing Ye Chen’s hand to reach out.

But then, an eerie scene unfolded: Ye Chen’s outstretched hand passed right through the man in black’s body, as if the body were illusory, like it didn’t exist at all.

This...!

Ye Chen’s eyes were full of shock, unaware that such a heaven-defying divine ability existed in the world.

Buzz!

As Ye Chen was shocked, the man in black’s body trembled, and a primordial force suddenly manifested, shaking him away on the spot.

In the next instant, a sharp glint flashed in the man in black’s bewildered eyes. He abruptly turned his head, looking toward one side, his vast gaze fixing on a peach blossom tree with scattered petals.

More precisely, his gaze locked onto Xiao Ruoxi, who was sleeping under the peach blossom tree.

Immediately, the man in black turned and stepped forward, his footsteps still heavy, causing the entire Yun Ruogu to rumble and shake. His powerful pressure carried an icy killing intent.

Ye Chen’s expression turned stern, and he stepped across in one stride, blocking the way in front of Xiao Ruoxi. He stared coldly at the man in black.

“Senior, with your cultivation and status, aren’t you afraid of being laughed at by later generations for attacking an ordinary little girl?”

The man in black’s expression remained dull, and his steps did not stop.

Seeing this, Ye Chen’s eyes turned cold, and he suddenly stepped forward, combining Ba Huang Fist with various secret techniques, punching straight at the man in black.

Pound!

The sound of metal colliding rang out immediately. Ye Chen’s domineering punch was like striking indestructible black iron.

Xian Tian Gang Qi!

Ye Chen, who was forced to stagger back, steadied himself and stared fixedly at the armor gradually manifesting on the man in black. Wasn’t that armor formed from the extremely rigid and yang Xian Tian Gang Qi?

Zing!

Ye Chen flipped his hand and drew the Chi Xiao Sword, his intent and thoughts merging in an instant. He moved like the wind, as fast as lightning, executing a sword technique with devastating piercing force, thrusting directly toward the man in black’s brow.

However, the strange scene from before repeated itself. Ye Chen’s powerful sword strike passed through the man in black’s body again, striking only air, as the body had turned illusory.

“Absolute illusion.”

Ye Chen’s expression was shocked, and he quickly retreated.

The man in black had already raised his hand, with thunder and sword qi swirling around his fingertip, pointing remotely at the rapidly retreating Ye Chen.

Pfft!

Golden blood splattered as Ye Chen’s domineering saint body was as fragile as paper, pierced on the spot.

Liu Mai Shen Tong!

Ye Chen steadied himself but spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Zing!

Before Ye Chen could stabilize, another divine light shot toward him, also wrapped in thunder, with unmatched power that could pierce anything. Though it hadn’t hit yet, Ye Chen already felt his soul stinging.

Shen Shang!

Ye Chen’s face changed drastically, because the heaven-defying divine ability the man in black was using was a secret technique targeting the soul.

In a flash, a divine light also swirled around Ye Chen’s brow, and a light wrapped in thunder burst forth, clashing head-on with the incoming divine light.

Zing!

The man in black’s black divine light and Ye Chen’s golden divine light collided instantly, producing a piercing buzz. From the point of impact, a visible halo spread out, and wherever the halo passed, whether the peach blossom trees in Yun Ruogu or the mountains outside, they were all severed at the waist.

Pfft!

Ye Chen fell at a disadvantage, staggering back and spitting out fresh blood, his divine sea buzzing intensely.

It wasn’t that his Shen Shang wasn’t strong enough; it was just that the man in black’s cultivation was too high, so high that Ye Chen thought he might be facing a Tian Jing cultivator.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The ground trembled as the man in black’s steps never stopped, advancing step by step, his power overwhelmingly suffocating.

Ye Chen’s expression was grave, staring fixedly at his opponent.

By now, he could basically confirm that the person opposite him was Hong Chen, the master of Hong Chen Xue and Zhong Jiang, the ninety-seventh generation saint master of Yan Huang.

But he couldn’t understand why the long-dead Hong Chen would appear here and target Xiao Ruoxi.

Could it be!

Ye Chen subconsciously glanced back at the sleeping Xiao Ruoxi.

Suddenly, Hong Chen Xue’s words echoed in his mind: In his later years, Hong Chen was muddled and dazed, but in his sleep, he always muttered one person’s name—Ruoxi.

“Could she be the Ruoxi that Hong Chen is looking for?”

Ye Chen’s thoughts raced, as if he were beginning to understand some things.

“What is your purpose exactly?”

He abruptly turned back, staring intently at the slowly approaching Hong Chen.

Fate’s strange twists had made him and Hong Chen share many similarities: divine abilities, secret techniques, appearance, experiences, and even the Xiao Ruoxi behind him, who had appeared in the memories of the Xian Lun Yan.

At this point, even the densest person could sense some issues—that the slowly approaching Hong Chen had some undefinable connection with him, Ye Chen, and the Ruoxi behind him.

What seemed like coincidences now appeared far from accidental, especially at the moment Hong Chen moved against Ruoxi.

However, in response to Ye Chen’s roar, the black-clad Hong Chen remained as before, like a puppet, uttering no words, only exuding a pressure that made the heavens tremble and an icy killing intent.

Mo Dao, activate!

Ye Chen snorted coldly and immediately activated Mo Dao, for Hong Chen’s strength far exceeded his expectations, and he needed Mo Dao’s power to contend with it.

Wan Jian Feng Shen!

With another cold shout, Ye Chen struck again, fusing Wan Jian Gui Yi and Feng Shen Jue.

Zing!

This sword was his peak strike, with domineering and unmatched power, as if it could pierce through everything in the world.

In the face of Ye Chen’s killing blow, Hong Chen didn’t move, but a Ba Gua Zhen Tu appeared under his feet, expanding without limit. Although Ye Chen was fast, within the Ba Gua Zhen Tu, his force and speed were dissipated by a powerful force.

He knows Ba Gua Zhen Tu too!

Ye Chen’s face turned ugly, but he wasn’t too shocked, because his opponent was Hong Chen, who bore the Liu Dao Xian Lun Yan. Even if he mastered everyone’s secret techniques, it wasn’t impossible.

Break!

Ye Chen shouted lightly and also activated Ba Gua Zhen Tu, countering that binding force.

Zing!

Ye Chen’s sword was unparalleled, piercing through the Xian Tian Gang Qi armor on Hong Chen and stabbing into his chest, but only penetrating two inches. No matter how much his spiritual power surged, he couldn’t advance further—which meant his peak strike hadn’t caused any substantial harm to Hong Chen.

Hong Chen had already struck back, slapping Ye Chen away with a palm.

Black blood!

Ye Chen staggered back, each step cracking the ground, but his eyes narrowed into slits, fixed on the wound on Hong Chen’s chest made by the Chi Xiao Sword.

The wound healed instantly, but in that instant, he saw something strange: the blood flowing from the wound was black, and every drop was wrapped in thunder.

It’s that kind of power!

Ye Chen’s face changed, filled with disbelief.

He wasn’t unfamiliar with black blood, but the black blood flowing from Hong Chen was wrapped in thunder.

That thunder-wrapped black blood was all too familiar to him, because once, that same blood had flowed in his veins—a state of near immortality and invincibility, thanks to which he had forced hundreds of thousands of cultivators to retreat in defeat.

Hong Chen, what kind of divine being are you!

Ye Chen subconsciously stepped back. Knowing the dominance of that state, he was no match for Hong Chen at all.