Chapter 105: The Old Loach Flaunting Power (2)

Those six powerful attacks were like paper before this purple-gold dragon energy, being annihilated one after another.

"What?"

"Impossible!"

"Pfft-ah!"

Cries of shock and the sound of coughing up blood rang out almost simultaneously.

The Jun Family Expert’s fist shattered, and he was sent flying backward, spraying blood.

The True Dragon Nest Prodigy’s dragon claw phantom shattered instantly, and he was struck as if by lightning, crashing into the crowd with a pale face.

The female Cultivator from the True Phoenix Nest’s Ice Phoenix feather snapped into pieces. She let out a muffled groan, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth as she stumbled back.

The other three Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm experts were equally vulnerable. Struck by the aftershocks of that overbearing fist energy, they all spat blood and were sent flying, crashing heavily onto the cold ground.

Their Auras instantly withered, and their faces were filled with shock and disbelief.

One punch!

Just one punch!

Six Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm experts had joined forces to attack, yet they were crushed like dry weeds and were all injured.

The entire magnificent Ice Palace hall instantly fell into a dead silence.

One could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared with wide eyes and open mouths, blankly looking at the figure enveloped in Chaos Qi and purple-gold dragon light.

The earlier ridicule, disdain, and greed had all turned into boundless fear and shock.

"Peak... Peak of the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm? Was he hiding his cultivation earlier?"

"It’s not just his cultivation! That’s... Chaos Qi; it’s the legendary Chaos Divine Body."

"Chaos Divine Body plus Ancestral Dragon Bloodline, what kind of monster is he?"

"One punch severely injuring six people of the same level, this combat power has already surpassed the Transcendence Realm level, hasn’t it?"

Exclamations rose like a tide, but the voices were kept very low, trembling.

The Cultivators who had been eager to move and ready to rush in to pick up easy gains were now as if doused in ice water, cold from head to toe.

They instinctively took a few steps back, afraid of attracting the attention of that god of slaughter.

Ao Kun was also dumbfounded, his dragon mouth open wide enough to fit a dragon egg, not even noticing the drool leaking out.

"Oh... oh my goodness..." he muttered to himself, his dragon eyes full of shock.

Immediately after, a surge of unspeakable ecstasy rose within him:

"So the boss is this fierce? Chaos Divine Body and Primordial Ancestral Dragon Bloodline, no wonder he dares to be so arrogant."

"I, the Dragon Lord... I’ve really latched onto a solid gold thigh!"

He had previously thought the promises Chen Chuan made were ethereal and vague, but now looking at it, those weren’t just empty promises; it was clearly a grand blueprint about to be realized.

Following a boss with such a Heaven-Defying Physique and Bloodline, wouldn’t he be living the high life from now on? A glorious dragon life of conquering female dragons was just around the corner.

Gu Yue, hiding at the back of the crowd, also had her beautiful eyes wide open, her jade hand covering her red lips; the stormy waves in her heart were no less than anyone else’s.

She knew Chen Chuan was extraordinary, but she didn’t expect him to be extraordinary to this extent.

The Chaos Divine Body was invincible across the ages; once it matured, it would be enough to sweep through an entire era.

She was incredibly glad about her previous decision; being friends with such a person was far better than being enemies.

For a moment, no one dared to take a single step forward.

Chen Chuan stood alone in the center, his Aura like a deep abyss or a vast ocean.

Although he had deliberately restrained himself, that invincible posture that erupted in an instant was already deeply etched into everyone’s hearts.

His cold gaze swept across the crowd; everyone his eyes touched felt their hearts tremble and lowered their heads.

Seeing that the crowd was intimidated, Chen Chuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The experience card only lasted one minute, and that punch just now had already consumed some time; he had to stay steady.

However, just as he breathed a sigh of relief, Ao Kun beside him got all fired up.

Seeing that the crisis was temporarily averted and the boss was so fierce, this old loach immediately threw his previous fear to the back of his mind.

He straightened his back, and his dragon tail began to wag proudly.

"Tsk! Weren’t you quite arrogant just now? Huh?" Ao Kun pointed his dragon claw at the group of Cultivators who were as quiet as cicadas in winter, spit flying everywhere:

"Weren’t you going to slaughter me, the Dragon Lord, to make soup? Weren’t you going to snatch the Medicinal Pills?"

"Come on! Come over here! Why have you all turned into cowards? Become shrinking turtles?"

He twisted his dragon body, making all sorts of punchable expressions:

"Look at how pathetic you are! You probably wet your pants from just one punch from my boss, didn’t you?"

"Is this it? I spit on you! A bunch of rabble, just waiting to be slaughtered!"

Ao Kun’s words really infuriated the people present; they wished they could go up and skin him alive.

"You!" One Cultivator was so angry his face turned pale, and he couldn’t help but want to speak up.

"You what?" Ao Kun’s eyes widened:

"Not convinced? If you’re not convinced, come over here; I, the Dragon Lord, will give you a one-hand handicap."

"See if I don’t beat the crap out of you and then beat you back into it."

Hearing Ao Kun’s extremely insulting clamor, everyone’s faces were incredibly ugly, their chests heaving violently, clearly enraged to the extreme.

But looking at the demon-god-like figure in front of Ao Kun and feeling that faint yet terrifying pressure, they forced themselves to swallow their anger.

No one dared to be the one to stick their neck out.

Chen Chuan’s eyelids twitched as he listened, cursing this stupid dragon countless times in his heart.

This bastard was truly flaunting his power through others; he felt itchy all over if he wasn’t causing trouble for a single moment.

He was currently strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and the experience card time was about to run out. If a few people who weren’t afraid to die were actually provoked into rushing up, it would be a huge mess.

But he absolutely couldn’t show any weakness at this moment; he could only continue to maintain that profound and cold, heartless posture.

He completely restrained his Aura, as if that world-shaking strike earlier was just a casual move and his body still held even more terrifying power.

The calmer he was, the more unpredictable he seemed, and the more people feared it, the more wary they became.

Time passed second by second in this strange atmosphere.

Everyone watched like tigers watching their prey, staring at the Divine Pill on the altar and at Chen Chuan.

Greed and fear intertwined in their eyes; they were unwilling to leave, yet they didn’t dare to make a move easily.

On the surface, Chen Chuan was as steady as an old dog, but inside he was extremely anxious, silently calculating the remaining time on the experience card and how much longer it would take for Ji Siyu to wake up.

Ao Kun was still jumping up and down there, mocking them to the fullest, enjoying the pleasure of flaunting his power through others.

Inside the Ice Palace hall, the storm seemed to have temporarily subsided, but beneath the surface, the undercurrents were still surging.

The balance was as fragile as glass, capable of being shattered at any moment.