Chapter 105: Red Dust Beheading Immortal Technique

  "Let me go, Ye Chen! Let me go!" Shangguan Ziyuan's face was filled with shame and anger, her eyes flashing with icy killing intent as she shouted.

  "Let you go? I've told you that you're humiliating yourself!" Ye Chen sneered repeatedly, his arm swung around and threw Shangguan Ziyuan heavily towards Old Man Shangguan. "Old Man Shangguan, take care of your granddaughter."

  "How dare you!"

  A sudden loud explosion, the rolling sound waves converged into one, piercing through a distance of over a hundred meters and striking him. Ye Chen only felt an aura of boundless terror enveloping him, and in his great shock, a sonic boom shook him, causing his entire body to shudder violently as if it had come apart at the seams, with even his skeleton showing cracks, and the wounds on his internal organs that had just healed suddenly splitting open like they had been slashed by a knife.

  "Pffft!"

  Ye Chen violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body swaying precariously, his entire being dripping with blood. His muscles were torn apart by the sonic waves, revealing several gaping wounds. His robust physique was reduced to a state akin to rotten wood in an instant.

  "Fourth Brother!" Ye Yan was shocked and pale, just about to rush towards Ye Chen but was pulled back by the woman from Lingquan Fudi.

  Ye Chen turned around, his icy gaze fixed on the competition stage. In one corner of the Divine Blessing Grounds, the young man in green was now standing up, his eyes looking over with a completely indifferent expression, a kind of indifference like that of a god looking at an ant.

  "What are you, daring to deceive my junior sister Ziyan? Who gave you the guts?"

  The young man in the green robe showed no ripple in his eyes, he took a step forward and rose into the air, standing in the void above the arena, with flames swirling around him, as if the fire god had descended to earth. On his forehead, there was an even more eerie flame dancing, making it seem mysterious and inexplicable.

  A suffocating aura enveloped Ye Chen, locking him in and shrouding his entire being. He felt as if an invisible mountain was crushing down on him, causing his bones to rattle and his legs to tremble with difficulty bearing the oppressive momentum.

  If it were an ordinary person, they would have knelt down under the pressure of this momentum long ago. But Ye Chen was no ordinary person, inheriting the invincible will of the Primordial Bloodline, refusing to kneel to heaven and earth, let alone to a human being.

  "He's a hard nut." The young man in green clothes looked at Ye Chen with a dull gaze, "Since that's the case, I'll crush your bones."

  Ye Chen suddenly felt the opponent's momentum increase by more than double, like a series of great mountains crashing onto his body. His blood and energy surged, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood arrows as his throat turned sweet. Under this oppressive momentum, his flesh seemed to be ground into pulp, and his bones crackled with a cracking sound all over his body, his leg bones shattering countless times.

  Ye Chen felt a sense of humiliation filling his mind, and no matter what, he couldn't kneel down in front of others. The blood and energy inside his body were surging, all gathering in his legs, wrapping around the shattered leg bones, making the internal injuries even more severe.

  Ye Chen trembled, biting his steel teeth tightly, and the pair of eyes were filled with endless coldness, staring unyieldingly at the young man in green clothes who was blessed by God.

  "Fourth Brother!" Ye Yan could no longer hold back, struggling violently as she tried to shake off the grasp of Lingquan Fudi's female disciple who was pulling her towards Ye Chen. However, that jade-like slender hand merely rested lightly on her arm, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.

  "Sister, let me go, I beg of you." Ye Yan pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

  "Big brother, waaahh... why are they all bullying big brother? They're all bad people, they're all bad people!" Little Xian's face was covered in tears.

  "I'll make sure your brother doesn't die."

  A cold, detached voice sounded in Ye Yan's ear, a voice that had completely lost all human emotion, giving people a feeling that it wasn't from the mortal world.

  Upon hearing this voice, Ye Yan immediately stopped struggling. She knew that since her master had said so, she would definitely do it. However, in her heart, she was already worried. Looking at the wounds all over Ye Chen's body, her heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. At the same time, looking into the eyes of the young man from Shen Xi Fu Di, they were also filled with hatred.

  "You have a backbone!" The young man with the divine aura said calmly, pointing his hand, "Killing you would be like crushing an ant!"

  Whoosh!

  A scarlet-colored spiritual pattern pierced through the void, sharp and boundless. The void split open, revealing a terrifying black seam. A fatal blow struck directly at Ye Chen's throat.

  Faced with the opponent's blow, Ye Chen had no room to resist at all. The gap between their realms was too great, just as the young man in green said, in his eyes, Ye Chen was nothing but an ant, or not even an ant, and could be made to disappear with a mere lift of his hand.

  One corner of the arena, Ye Yan's face was pale, just then the Lingquan Fudi female disciple beside her moved, slender jade hand lifted and pointed out, but immediately retracted, because everyone saw an incredible scene.

  That fiery spirit pattern pierced through the void and struck towards Ye Chen, hitting his throat in an instant. At that moment, a burst of aura that made everyone's heart palpitate suddenly erupted, and a purple ripple suddenly shook out from Ye Chen's neck, shattering the divine spiritual pattern on the young man in green clothes.

  The elders of the Four Great Lucky Lands all revealed shocked expressions, and the purple wave pattern that shook out from Ye Chen's neck contained a breath that was extremely terrifying, making them all feel their hearts tremble.

  "Huh?"

  The young man in the green robe of the blessed land let out a voice of surprise, unexpectedly, Ye Chen, an ordinary person, still had such a treasure to protect himself, but it seemed that it was not Ye Chen who actively activated it, but rather a passive defense, otherwise under his own oppressive aura, Ye Chen's body would not have cracked open so many mouths.

  The treasure that protects the body, can only be protected by a passive treasure around the neck? The young man in green clothes sneered. He stretched out his hand and probed, a huge fire-red hand suddenly appeared out of thin air, incredibly ten zhang in size, instantly piercing through the void, and grabbed towards Ye Chen.

  Whoosh!

  At this moment, a white light shot out from the place where Lingquan Fudi was located, and the entire arena seemed to be shrouded in an otherworldly aura. The white light flew like a fairy, swooshing through the fiery red hand, which immediately cracked and burst apart with a loud crash.

  "Mind your own business!" The young man in green robes, who had been gazing at the Lingquan Fudi's female disciple, turned around with a scowl on his face, his voice filled with anger.

  She stepped out with a cold and snowy gait, her jade-like feet sparkling, and suddenly appeared between the young man in green clothes and Ye Chen. Her white dress was as pure as snow, her figure as elegant as a celestial maiden from the Moon Palace, her expression as calm and detached as she gazed at the young man in green clothes who had been blessed by the heavens. She said softly, "Fire God's son, today I will protect him."

  "Hmph! What a big tone!" Huo Shenzi suppressed a surge of anger in his heart, he couldn't stand the cold and arrogant attitude of Han Qingxue. He sneered: "You are the first disciple directly taught by Lingquan Fudi, and I am also the first disciple directly taught by Shenshi Fudi. Others may fear you, but that doesn't include me."

  "Very well, let me see how powerful your Flame Furnace is." Han Qingxue's face still had the same expression as always, her temperament was cold and clear, her expression was indifferent, and her eyes were like a deep pool without ripples.

  "Hahaha!!" Huo Shenzi burst into a fit of rage, discerning from Han Qingxue's words her disdain for him. His hands drew complex and mysterious trajectories in the air, as a streak of light shot out from his head, and suddenly flames filled the sky above, releasing an aura of intense heat that spread far and wide. The temperature between heaven and earth seemed to rise several times over in an instant. A gigantic furnace materialized in mid-air, with raging flames dancing within, causing even space itself to twist and writhe.

  "I also want to try your Red Dust Slashing Immortal Technique and see if it's really that strong!" Huo Shenzi said coldly, his needle-like sword tip facing Miao Mang as the battle began in an instant.

  "As you wish!"

  Her left hand, pale and slender as jade, opened to reveal a three-foot long sword with scabbard, its light flashing once before settling into a gentle flow of white light that seemed to emanate an inexplicable aura. Her right hand slowly extended, assuming a strange yet elegant pose as if to draw the sword.

  "Clang!"

  The long sword was pulled out a small distance, and a white light shot out, illuminating the eternal moment. Under the white light, everyone's mind was in a daze, as if they saw all the scenes turning in the vast red dust. Then, a white fairy light broke through the red dust, cutting off the nine heavens, becoming the only eternal thing between heaven and earth. It was a sword, a long sword with flowing fairy light.

  Huǒ Shén Zǐ's heart skipped a beat, the Red Dust Slashing Immortal Sword hadn't even left its scabbard yet it already had such power, making people see endless strange phenomena. This was an extraordinary phenomenon produced by the combination of the divine weapon's aura and the high level of swordsmanship cultivation.

  Huǒ Shénzǐ's face was solemn, his single hand continuously drew in the air, and a fiery spiritual power painted countless characters in the void. Afterwards, they were all branded onto the fire furnace, and suddenly the flames of the furnace grew even stronger, as if they wanted to burn down the sky. The boundless flames raged and burned fiercely.

  "Inferno descends from the heavens, the Crucible suppresses!"

  Huǒ Shén Zǐ finally couldn't bear to take the lead and made a move, the raging flames poured down like a vast ocean, completely enveloping the space within a radius of twenty meters where Hán Qīng Xuě was located. The void was burned to the point of collapse, and black holes appeared one after another.

  Buzz!

  A gigantic crucible descended from the sky, turned upside down and pressed down, wanting to envelop the cold clear snow within it.

  "Shatter the red dust, slaughter all immortals, behead the nine heavens!"

  A cold and clear voice echoed through the heavens, like a lamentation in a soft whisper, yet with an aura of cutting through the heavens and earth.

  "Clang!"

  The Red Dust Slashing Immortal Sword was unsheathed, a streak of white light illuminated the heavens and earth, forcing everyone to squint their eyes shut. The immortal aura enveloped everything, filled with an endless, fierce killing intent.

  Cold snow swept the sword and cut, a white sword light of several tens of meters pierced through the sky, cutting the void in half. On the sword body and sword light, there were faint patterns flashing, swinging out a Tao rhyme, as if there was endless fairy music singing between heaven and earth.

  This sword is breathtakingly beautiful, this sword is sharp and endless.

  Sword energy like a rainbow, beheading heaven and killing immortals, cutting off the sky vault, breaking through the red dust.

  Clang!

  Cold snow collects sword returns scabbard, that one white-colored sword energy splits open the surging heavenly flames, heavily chopping on the fire god's furnace.

  Ding!!

  A burst of sparks flashed, the flame furnace hummed and trembled, being cut off dozens of feet away, on which several fine cracks appeared, and the sky-covering flames above also shrank back into the furnace in an instant, flickering uncertainly, as if about to go out at any moment.

  It's been a long time since I asked for flowers, brothers and sisters must give me strength, I was bombed with chrysanthemums again, although there is no recommendation this week, but we can't admit defeat, we must burst back!