Chapter 107: Ji Siyu Awakens (2)

The moment the four types of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Fires appeared, the temperature in the entire Ice Palace rose sharply, and even space began to warp.

The collision of extreme cold and extreme heat produced a sizzling sound.

"What... what is he going to do?" someone asked with a trembling voice.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, Chen Chuan’s eyes were cold as he slowly brought his hands together.

Four types of terrifying Spiritual Fires with completely different, even conflicting attributes were forcibly fused by him.

"Madman! He’s a madman!"

Ao Lie cried out in alarm.

From that Fusion process, he felt a violent energy sufficient to destroy everything.

"Retreat, quickly!"

Feng Qinger’s face paled, and the cold on her ice shield was rapidly melting away.

A fire lotus only the size of a palm, yet showing four colors—white, green, black, and cyan—quietly took shape in Chen Chuan’s palm.

The fire lotus was exquisitely beautiful, yet dangerous to the extreme.

It emitted a destructive Aura that made the Souls of all Transcendence Realm experts tremble.

"I... My Dragon Ancestor!"

Ao Kun was so scared its dragon scales stood on end, its four claws digging hard into the ice, wishing it could bury itself.

It thought in shock: "Big brother! You’re playing way too big! If this thing explodes, we’re all finished!"

Its previous arrogance was instantly replaced by fear, leaving only a deep awe for its boss’s suicidal fighting style.

At the back of the crowd, Gu Yue’s face was deathly pale; she clearly felt the power contained within that Four-Colored Fire Lotus.

The power within that Four-Colored Fire Lotus was enough to turn most people into ashes.

She made a prompt decision: "Go! Quickly exit the Great Hall!"

Without hesitation, she led her subordinates, turning into several streams of light and rapidly rushing out of the hall.

The moment Gu Yue led her people away, Chen Chuan’s sound transmission rang in her ear.

Chen Chuan hoped Gu Yue could help him protect Ji Siyu later, and he stated he would owe her a great favor.

Hearing Chen Chuan’s transmission, Gu Yue found it unbelievable.

From the meaning of Chen Chuan’s words, he seemed to intend to fight to the death with those inside.

Seemingly having some sort of confidence in Chen Chuan, Gu Yue responded to his transmission without a second thought, saying she would do her best.

Having received Gu Yue’s response, Chen Chuan felt much more at ease.

"Enjoy this!" Chen Chuan’s voice was deathly cold.

He locked onto the group of Cultivators in front of him who were Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering from the fire lotus, yet still hesitating due to greed.

Especially those three guys hiding behind their Sacred Artifact turtle shells.

"Die for me!"

Before his voice even faded, he swung his arm violently.

That lethal Four-Colored Fire Lotus turned into a four-colored stream of light, like a life-taking Talismanic Incantation, instantly drifting toward the core area where Jun Wuya and the other two were.

"No!"

"Block it!"

"Sacred Artifact, protect me!"

Terrified screams and desperate roars blended together.

Boom!

A thunderous sound, as if the world were being created anew, shook the universe as the Four-Colored Fire Lotus exploded.

A terrifying energy storm, like a raging sea, instantly swept through the entire Ice Palace Great Hall.

White, green, black, and cyan flames intertwined and expanded, the fearsome fire consuming everything.

The Cultivators whose cultivation was below the Transcendence Realm, being the first to be hit, didn’t even have time to scream before they were directly vaporized in the flames, their bodies and spirits destroyed.

Cultivators at the lower levels of the Transcendence Realm who were slightly further away had their protective spiritual light torn apart like paper.

Even if they kept their lives, they were heavily injured.

The incredibly hard walls and ceiling of the Ice Palace shook violently in this destructive explosion, cracking with countless huge fissures as if it might collapse at any moment.

Flames raged, and the energy turbulence cut through space like blades.

When the most violent shockwave of the explosion slightly subsided, the originally grand and magnificent Great Hall was a mess.

Charred marks and shattered ice crystals were everywhere, and the air was filled with the scent of burning and death.

Only a dozen or so people were still able to stand.

Each of them was in tatters, covered in soot, their Auras weakened to the extreme, clearly suffering from very severe internal injuries.

In the center of the explosion, three light shields flickered precariously.

Jun Wuya’s bronze shield was covered in cracks; he himself was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his face deathly pale.

Ao Lie’s dragon-patterned armor was dim, and even one of his dragon horns was broken.

Feng Qinger’s Ice Phoenix plume shield was more than half melted; her hair was disheveled, blood hung from her mouth, and her previous cold arrogance was gone.

Relying on their Sacred Artifacts, they barely withstood this lethal blow, but the spiritual power in their bodies was nearly exhausted.

Although the Sacred Artifacts weren’t destroyed, they required a large amount of spiritual power to activate.

Now injured, they clearly lacked the strength to activate the Sacred Artifacts again.

However, when they raised their terrified gazes toward the Altar, they saw a sight that lifted their spirits.

Chen Chuan was kneeling on one knee, supporting his body with one hand, his face as pale as paper, his Aura so weak it was at its limit, making even standing difficult.

Executing the Four-Colored Fire Lotus had nearly drained all of his spiritual power.

At this moment, he was truly at the end of his rope, a spent force.

"Haha... Hahaha!"

Jun Wuya was stunned for a moment, then let out a delighted and cruel laugh.

He struggled to stand up: "As I thought! You madman, how could you be unharmed after using such a forbidden technique? Now, what else can you do?"

Ao Lie and Feng Qinger propped themselves up, sinister smiles appearing on their faces as they saw victory in sight.

They admitted Chen Chuan was an exceptionally rare freak with endless and terrifying means.

But so what?

They, who survived by relying on Sacred Artifacts, were the winners.

"It’s over, it’s over... This time we’ve really played it too far..."

Ao Kun sensed that things were going south.

It looked at the dying Chen Chuan.

Then it looked at the three great experts who were still standing despite their wretched state, as well as the surrounding Transcendence Realm Cultivators who were heavily injured but whose eyes had become greedy again.

The entire dragon was stunned, as if it could already see its miserable end of being skinned and deboned, with its Dragon Essence stolen.

It wailed in its heart: "Will my, the Dragon Lord’s, glorious dragon life end here? My beautiful female dragons..."

Just then, Ji Siyu awakened on the Altar.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

An Aura far stronger and deeper than before naturally flowed out of her body.

First, she looked inward and felt that vast power, a hint of disbelief flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Then, she immediately noticed the tragic state of the Great Hall and that thin back kneeling on one knee, yet still stubbornly blocking the front of the Altar.

"Chen Chuan..."

Ji Siyu’s heart trembled, and she understood everything in an instant.

It was he who, at the critical moment of her accepting the Legacy, stood alone and blocked all the wolves and tigers.

Seeing Chen Chuan’s weak and pale appearance, and the undisguised killing intent and triumph of Jun Wuya and the others, Ji Siyu felt as if a knife were piercing her heart.

She wanted to rush over immediately but found herself blocked by a gentle force, unable to leave the Altar’s core area.

Chen Chuan seemed to sense something and turned his head with difficulty, meeting Ji Siyu’s eyes which were filled with tears and worry.

He forced a faint, reassuring smile and said in a voice barely audible, "It’s okay, I can still handle it."

But looking at Chen Chuan’s current state, anyone could see the truth.

He didn’t even have the strength to stand up; how could he deal with the formidable enemies eyeing him like prey?

Ji Siyu’s tears of worry couldn’t help but fall.