Chapter 551: The Fearless Valley Master Chen

Chapter 551 -517: The Fearless Valley Master Chen

The ethereal white flames still roiled and contracted behind Qu Ming.

From a distance, his entire figure resembled a great bird that had just landed, slowly folding its wings. Combined with the Bone Staff in his hand, his black Cloak, and his burly physique, he looked imposingly martial.

The deafening cacophony from the battle’s destruction vanished without a trace the moment Huang Shiwo hit the ground.

All eyes, as if by unspoken agreement, converged on Qu Ming, and on Huang Shiwo behind him, sealed within the ‘Amber’.

‘As expected of the master of a palace!’

This was the only thought left in Chen Che’s mind.

Although his Realm seemed to be on par with the likes of Dou Shanhe and Zuo Qinlong, his actual strength was several tiers higher—and just as Jiang Shaotian had said earlier, Huang Shiwo was no match for Qu Ming.

The only question had been how long Huang Shiwo could last!

“This…”

Everyone from Jinyun Valley wore expressions of utter horror.

Who could have imagined that Huang Shiwo, who had faced death with such resolve, would be killed so decisively? He didn’t even have a chance to fight back…

Of course, those who least expected this outcome were another group of Cultivators preparing to flee.

They had planned to escape amidst the chaos, at the moment Huang Shiwo killed Qu Ming or when both were grievously injured and had drawn everyone’s attention. This was even the time Huang Shiwo had told Chen Che to act.

But fate played a cruel joke on them. What they got was the exact opposite outcome.

At that moment, the fleeing Cultivators had just leaped into the air. Faced with Huang Shiwo’s instant demise, they were caught in an impossible position, unable to advance or retreat.

Even a Vice Chief of the Primordial Sect was among those trying to escape.

“Trying to escape?”

Jiang Shaotian raised an eyebrow.

As he sneered, a dozen or so more figures flickered into view along the edge of the city walls. Though few in number, the auras they exuded revealed that they had long since reached the Core Formation Realm.

Their numbers were small, but their sudden appearance was like the last straw of hope snapping for a drowning man.

“I said it before: today, the Primordial Sect will be erased from this world…”

Jiang Shaotian looked down from above, his gaze like that of an arrogant, untamable hawk surveying the people in the city. “Every last trace this Sect has left behind, I will personally erase with my own two hands. Did you really think I was joking? Hmm!?”

However, before anyone could answer, Zhang Miaqing, the Second Master of Mist Rain Tower, swept her Water Sleeve.

Although the figures in mid-air sensed something was wrong, it was too late to defend themselves.

A silken ribbon of light, like a wave in the water, flashed past.

The bodies of the fleeing figures shuddered as if electrocuted. Then, before everyone’s horrified eyes, they were rent into pieces. Like a bloody rain, their remains SPLATTERED down from the sky.

One poor soul, a Cultivator who had answered Duobao’s call for aid and only reached Core Formation three years prior, had also wanted to flee. But he hadn’t been strong or fast enough to react in time. Now, showered with falling limbs and gore, he didn’t dare even flinch.

“Hahaha…”

Everyone, save for the Cultivators affiliated with the Primordial Sect, burst into derisive laughter.

Amidst the laughter, even the wind seemed to carry their scorn.

“Next!”

Qu Ming stood there, holding his Bone Staff. “Next!” he called out calmly. Carried on the breeze, his voice reached every ear with perfect clarity.

Celestial Spirit Palace was a small Sect, so he was desperate to make a name for himself in this battle.

How convenient for him. But for the people of Primordial City, it was a terrible misfortune, for the current stage was all too perfect. There was no faster way to build a reputation than to slaughter Golden Core Cultivators like chickens and dogs in front of thousands of their peers.

If he could see this war through to the end, the Celestial Spirit Palace could instantly transform itself into a Major Sect on par with the Primordial Sect.

Judging by how effortlessly he had dispatched Huang Shiwo, the crowd guessed that slaughtering the remaining Golden Core Cultivators would be no problem for him either.

“No one?”

Qu Ming wasn’t surprised. His gaze swept casually over Chen Che, Duobao, and the others before finally settling on Chen Che. Jinyun Valley had already been designated as his prize before the war began; now was the perfect time to clear a future obstacle.

He tilted his head slightly.

“Valley Master Chen, if you please.”

“Che’er.”

Meng Qianxun reached out, but she was too late. Chen Che had already taken a step forward.

It had come to this; there was no more room for retreat. Better to go down fighting than to die a coward’s death.

As he stepped forward, his True Essence surged, and a wave of light washed over him from head to toe. As the light passed, the Star Jade Crown on his head, his resplendent robe of Starlight, and his boots and belt wreathed in a gentle breeze all shone with renewed brilliance, like Spirit Treasures wiped clean of dust.

Earlier, on the city wall, he had concealed the sheen of these Magical Artifacts. Otherwise, their dazzling brilliance would have made him a target for all to see.

Now, there was no need.

“A peerless young master…”

Everyone was taken aback by Chen Che’s magnificent appearance. In recent years, his fame had grown so immense that it often made people forget he had been practicing Cultivation for less than a decade.

“Trying for one last blaze of glory?”

Qu Ming’s words carried a hint of jealousy.

In less than a decade, Jinyun Valley’s progress had caught up to nearly a century of the Celestial Spirit Palace’s accumulated heritage. But as he finished speaking, a mocking glint appeared in his eyes. Because today would be the final swan song for this mighty Overseas Dragon who had dominated the region.

He himself, he admitted, might not have been as decisive as Chen Che, so willing to risk it all.

A pity. Most of the time, courage alone is not enough.