Chapter 222 - 157: The Great Vajra Palm Is Nothing More Than This

Chapter 222: Chapter 157: The Great Vajra Palm Is Nothing More Than This

"Tell me, where is this Jiang Longyang? How can I contact him?"

Chen Xuan said, holding Zhao Longshan up.

The Alliance Leader had already gone to arrange a duel for him.

But what if his opponent refused? Chen Xuan still preferred to rely on his own methods. It would be best if he could find the man ahead of time.

"I don’t know... I don’t know..."

Zhao Longshan wept in agony.

"You don’t know? If you don’t know, I’ll slice your son to pieces!"

Chen Xuan’s tone turned cold. He raised his hand again, about to strike Zhao Yi on the ground.

Perhaps terrified by the torture, or perhaps broken by the slaughter of his entire family, Zhao Yi suddenly screamed, "Don’t! I know, I know!"

"Oh?"

Chen Xuan abruptly stayed his hand and looked at Zhao Yi.

"Speak!"

"An elder from Heaven-Burning Valley is right here in our Great Void Sword Sect. If you have questions, go ask him! Go ask him!"

Zhao Yi broke down, sobbing, his body covered in blood.

’An elder?’

A glint appeared in Chen Xuan’s eyes. Just as he was about to ask about the elder’s strength, his expression changed drastically. Without a second thought, his True Essence erupted. The muscles on his back bulged, turning as if forged from gold, and a true fire ignited.

The wall behind him suddenly exploded.

A black-robed figure shot forward like a bolt of lightning, his eyes icy and sharp. He threw a palm strike viciously at Chen Xuan’s back.

BANG!

CLANG!

A deafening roar followed as energy exploded, sweeping out in all directions.

Even with Chen Xuan’s powerful physique, he was sent flying forward, crashing dozens of meters away and shattering a wall.

But he flipped over in the distance and got back to his feet. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as his gaze turned cold, looking back at his attacker.

"Junior, you have some nerve, causing trouble on Heaven-Burning Valley’s turf. No matter who you are, you won’t escape death today!"

Murong City’s face was frosty, his clothes whipping in the wind.

His hands were thick and menacing, brimming with immense power. They seemed to be wreathed in layers of fiery light, radiating scorching heat.

"The Great Vajra Palm, Murong City!"

To the side, Mr. Zhuo’s pupils shrank in horror.

’It’s him!’

’An old master at the True Essence Seventh Layer!’

"Chen Xuan, be careful! He’s at the True Essence Seventh Layer and cultivates the Great Vajra Palm..."

Mr. Zhuo shouted in alarm.

"Great Vajra Palm? Nothing special!"

Chen Xuan’s tone was indifferent. He flexed his body, and under the effect of his Innate Tyrant Body, the injury on his back healed instantly, as if it had never been there.

"Then let’s see you take another ’nothing special’!"

A cold glint erupted in Murong City’s eyes. His aura surged like a volcano, carrying a terrifying Fire Attribute as he lunged at Chen Xuan once more.

He was like a terrifying beast of flame charging forward, accompanied by a horrifying, piercing shriek and booming explosions.

The entire room was suddenly engulfed in flames.

This was a characteristic of Heaven-Burning Valley’s Cultivation Techniques. They had a natural affinity for the fire element, and all their Heart Methods possessed the power of flame.

However, killing intent surged in Chen Xuan’s eyes. His entire body shot forward as he roared:

"You can take one of my ’nothing special’s too!"

BOOM!

The aura within his body exploded. A terrifying Fire Attribute aura, even more fearsome and scorching than Murong City’s, shot toward the sky.

Innate Tyrant Body!

Unified Origin Qi!

Indestructible Fist Intent (Level 2)!

Primordial Barbaric Energy!

Innate Divine Strength!

...

In an instant, Chen Xuan activated all his strength-enhancing buffs. An illusion was created—as if endless volcanoes were erupting. Amidst the volcanoes and lava, a world-shaking Primordial Giant Demon roared at the heavens, unrivaled in its might, swinging a massive palm down toward its target.

Murong City’s pupils shrank mid-charge. He instantly sensed an unimaginable life-or-death crisis. His scalp tingled, his skin prickled, his True Essence fell into chaos, and his Spirit wavered...

The Fire Attribute True Essence all over his body seemed to vanish, as if encountering an unrivaled king, making him want to bow in worship and submit.

’How is this possible?’

Terror gripped Murong City’s heart.

’This young man...’

’What is his cultivation?’

’Why do I feel like I’m facing the Saint Son!’

He had felt this exact same way when facing the Nine Yang Saint Body, Jiang Longyang...

His True Essence was suppressed, his Spirit was suppressed, and he couldn’t muster any will to resist. He only wanted to prostrate himself on the ground and willingly become the most insignificant ant...

"I don’t believe it!"

Murong City roared, his face twisting. A powerful Secret Technique erupted within him. His strength, already at the True Essence Seventh Layer, surged again, breaking through to the True Essence Ninth Layer. He pushed his Great Vajra Palm to its absolute limit, his palm seeming to contain a blazing sun.

’It’s impossible for two Nine Yang Saint Bodies to exist in this world at the same time!’

’He must be a fake! As long as I overcome my fear, I can’t lose!’

BOOM!!!

Before everyone’s eyes, their bodies slammed into each other like two colliding volcanoes. A powerful and terrifying shockwave instantly swept out from between them, erupting outwards.

The terrifying force completely destroyed the room, turning it into a sea of fire. The already heavily injured Zhao Longshan and Zhao Yi on the ground spat out blood. Under this immense force, their bones and meridians were shattered into dust. Their bodies flew out like broken burlap sacks.

[The shockwave from your battle has killed Zhao Longshan and Zhao Yi. You feel a sense of retribution. +15,000 retribution points!]

To the side, the faces of Mr. Zhuo and Zhou Yuan changed drastically, and they immediately flew backward to escape.

It was as if countless explosives were detonating before their eyes. The booming sounds were endless.

PFFT!

Murong City violently spewed blood as his entire body was sent flying. He crashed hundreds of meters away, one of his arms exploding into a bloody mist on impact. He slammed into the ground, his face twisted in shock and horror.

’Impossible! This is impossible!’

’How can someone as terrifying as Saint Son Jiang exist in this world?’

’And the purity of his flames is nearly on par with Saint Son Jiang’s...’

’His strength was so immense it even shattered the Great Vajra Palm I’ve spent decades perfecting...’

"Your Great Vajra Palm is too weak. It doesn’t hit hard enough, and it doesn’t hurt enough."

From within the raging flames, Chen Xuan’s tall and sturdy figure walked forward step by step, carrying a scorching, terrifying aura, like an invisible giant approaching Murong City.

"My palm is much more impressive!"

His gaze was as cold and sharp as a blade as he looked down on Murong City.

His eyes seemed to want to carve right into the man’s soul.

’To withstand that many of my buffs, this guy is actually quite somebody.’

’I thought I could blow up half his body with one palm strike, but he only lost an arm. I guess that’s worthy of the name ’Great Vajra Palm’.’

[You have severely injured a True Essence Seventh Layer expert in a head-on collision. You feel a sense of retribution. +25,000 retribution points!]

"Speak. Where is that Jiang Longyang?"

Chen Xuan asked coldly.

"Are you looking for the Saint Son just to die?"

Murong City gave a savage sneer. "I admit you’re powerful, but compared to our Saint Son Jiang, you’re nothing. To live in the same era as him is destined to be your greatest sorrow!"

"My sorrow?"

Chen Xuan’s expression was cold. "I’m younger than him, and my Cultivation is stronger than his, yet you say it’s my sorrow? Do you even believe the words coming out of your own mouth? How old is that Jiang Longyang? How old am I? Why don’t you open your eyes and take a good look?"

"You!"

Murong City’s pupils shrank, his heart trembling.

’That’s right! Saint Son Jiang is already over thirty. But this man before me looks to be only in his early twenties...’

’He’s ten years younger than Saint Son Jiang, yet his strength is already on par. What kind of supreme prodigy is this?!’

"Enough! Stop trying to cloud my mind!"

Murong City roared, his expression savage. "There’s no way you took my Great Vajra Palm without a scratch! You’re just putting up a strong front, aren’t you? The longer you hold out, the worse your injuries will get! Take another one!"

BOOM!

He flipped to his feet, and flames erupted from his body once more, surging violently. He charged forward like a terrifying and unpredictable venomous fire dragon, swinging his other hand to strike at Chen Xuan with extreme speed.

He refused to believe that his opponent was completely unharmed.

His Great Vajra Palm, combined with a supreme Secret Technique, could shatter even thousand-year-old refined iron.

"Stubborn fool!"

Chen Xuan’s eyes turned cold. Without another word, he charged forward, raised his palm, and slammed it viciously against his opponent’s other hand.

BANG!

CRACK!

Another earth-shattering roar erupted. A boundless wave of crimson-gold energy swept out in all directions, shaking the entire plaza violently.

Countless floor tiles and stones flew into the air, then promptly exploded.

Murong City spewed blood and screamed. His body was once again sent flying backward. His remaining left arm was also blown to pieces by Chen Xuan’s strike. The powerful palm force even smashed into his shoulder, shattering it completely, and his body slammed heavily into the ground in the distance.

"I told you your Great Vajra Palm was nothing special, but you wouldn’t believe me. It’s too gentle to even scratch an itch for me!"

Killing the man was not enough; he had to crush his spirit. Chen Xuan continued walking forward, his body not even swaying.

Murong City’s eyes were filled with terror. With a mouth full of blood foam, he looked completely broken.

’Impossible! What kind of monster is this! He took so many of my Great Vajra Palm strikes and is completely fine.’

"Speak. Where is your trash Saint Son, Jiang Longyang?"

"If you don’t speak, you’re admitting he’s afraid of me!"

"You!"

Murong City’s face was filled with dread, his lips trembling.

He was at a complete loss as to how to answer Chen Xuan’s question.

’Can Saint Son Jiang really defeat this kind of prodigy? Why does he possess such immense power! Why is he also proficient in the power of flame? He’s practically a second Nine Yang Saint Body...’

[Murong City’s will has been detected to be broken. +35,000 retribution points!]

A line of text appeared.

"Speak!"

Chen Xuan’s tone was frigid.

"It’s useless. Even if I tell you, you won’t be able to find him..."

Murong City said with a miserable smile.

PFFT!

With a casual wave of his hand, Chen Xuan sent half of the man’s head flying.

’If you’re not willing to talk, then you’ll never talk again.’

’Anyway, I have my ways of drawing him out.’

’If he doesn’t show up in a day, I’ll wait ten, a hundred. The moment he appears, I’ll finish him instantly!’

’Besides, I just memorized his spiritual fluctuation.’

’Under the perception of my Indestructible Fist Intent (Level 2), he can’t escape!’