Back then, when he first met Xiao Chen in the Celestial Expanse Sect's secret territory, Xiao Chen was merely a slightly larger ant in Mo Xie's eyes.
In a one-on-one fight, Mo Xie would not have taken Xiao Chen seriously at all. However, Xiao Chen had grown to such a level in just a few years. Xiao Chen was not at a disadvantage in a one-on-one fight.
Mo Xie's expression was extremely ugly. Xiao Chen's growth had far exceeded Mo Xie's expectations. Compared to Mo Xie's disgust, Xiao Chen was incomparably carefree. At the same time, the battle intent in his heart continued to soar.
Xiao Chen had once been chosen as the first Chosen by Xiao Sheng and the other four ancestors. No one knew how much pressure Xiao Chen had been under back then. In particular, after his first encounter with Mo Xie, Xiao Chen could feel the gap between himself and the other first Chosen. That huge gap made Xiao Chen involuntarily feel a sense of powerlessness.
However, Xiao Chen did not give up in the face of such pressure. Instead, he gritted his teeth and persevered, not letting go of any opportunity to improve himself. For example, the Heaven Domain of the Nine Heavens. If it was anyone else, they would definitely not have entered it, but Xiao Chen had agreed.
It was under such crazy efforts that Xiao Chen finally had the ability and capital to compete with Mo Xie and the other first Chosen.
As if he wanted to release all the pressure that had been weighing on him over the years, Xiao Chen swung his sword and used the Saint Grade Martial Skill, Nine Sifting Sword Qi. As the sword swept past, layers of ripples appeared in space. At the same time, Xiao Chen shouted coldly.
"Mo Xie, do you think it's still the same as back in the Celestial Expanse Sect's secret territory? I've already said that if you want to kill me, you'll have to have the ability first. "
It was only at this moment that Xiao Chen truly stood on the divine pedestal of the younger generation in the Northern Star Boundary, a pedestal that only a few people were qualified to stand on.
Faced with Xiao Chen's counterattack and cold shout, Mo Xie's expression was extremely gloomy. He could not help but curse.
"Dammit, damned ant. Do you think you can stand shoulder to shoulder with me like this? What a joke."
In just a few short years, Xiao Chen, who had once been a nobody, had grown to a level where he could fight Mo Xie. Mo Xie found it hard to accept for a while. As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Xie also slapped out with his palm, using the magic of the Ghost Clan right away, clashing with Xiao Chen's Jiu Luo Sword Qi.
The two powerful attacks collided fiercely, and the terrifying shockwaves blew away the surrounding cultivators, causing cracks to appear in the space.
Although his cultivation was not at the level of a Half-Saint, he had the ability to shatter space. This was how terrifying the Saint was.
Both of them attacked with hatred, so they naturally did not show any mercy. But even so, neither of them could do anything to the other in this head-on collision.
Their attacks canceled each other out. Seeing this, the two of them leaped up at the same time and started fighting again.
Xiao Chen and Mo Xie were locked in a fierce battle, while Chen Ling, Long Qing, and the others were not in a good situation.
Long Qing and Chen Ling were facing off against Yan Xiang and Xing Gang respectively. As for Hao Zong, just as he had said before the battle, he had single-handedly taken on Emperor Qing and the other three Saints.
Hao Zong seemed to be having an easy time fighting one against four. On the other hand, Emperor Qing and the other three were completely suppressed by Hao Zong.
The battle between the two sides was just as everyone had guessed. Although the Night Ghost Pavilion had fewer Saints and Saintesses, they were much stronger than the Sacred Palace Saints and Saintesses. This was the difference in foundation.
Although the Sacred Palace had spared no effort to support Xiao Chen and the other Saints and Saintesses in their cultivation, it had only been a short time. Moreover, the Sacred Palace's foundation was almost non-existent, so everyone's progress was limited.
On the other hand, the six Saints and Saintesses of the Night Ghost Pavilion had been famous for many years, and their names were known throughout the North Star Boundary.
The difference in foundation between the two sides was most obvious in the battle between the Saints.
In the midst of the intense battle, after more than a hundred moves, Hao Zong struck Jiang Yue's chest with his palm. Jiang Yue spat out a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying. Fortunately, Emperor Qing caught him. Otherwise, he would have been severely injured.
Hao Zong had injured Jiang Yue with a single palm strike, but it had only been a hundred moves since the start of the battle, and Jiang Yue was already injured.
Seeing that Emperor Qing had saved Jiang Yue, Hao Zong did not continue his pursuit. Instead, he said lazily, "You guys are no match for me. Why don't we stop here? You guys don't understand, and I don't understand either. Anyway, I promised Mo Xie that I would help him hold back the four Sacred Palace Saints, and I've done that. What do you think? "
Emperor Qing and the others' expressions turned ugly when they heard Hao Zong's words. However, before the four of them could reply, a round of applause sounded.
"Clap clap clap, good, good. That's a good suggestion. It would be best if we don't have to fight. Fighting and killing is really annoying. If we have the time, we might as well sit down and have a drink."
Chen Yu appeared before Emperor Qing and the others with a smile. The moment Chen Yu appeared, the sixth Saint of the Night Ghost Pavilion, Fu Jin, also arrived beside Hao Zong. However, there was a trace of blood at the corner of Fu Jin's mouth. He was clearly injured.
Previously, Chen Yu was fighting with Fu Jin, while Emperor Qing and the others were fighting with Hao Zong. Chen Yu was clearly much stronger than Fu Jin, which was why Fu Jin was injured. However, when Chen Yu saw that Emperor Qing and the others were in a bad situation, he took the initiative to rush over. Fu Jin did not stop him. Of course, he could not stop him because he was not as strong as Chen Yu.
Hao Zong glanced at Fu Jin, who had a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and a strange look flashed across his eyes. Seeing this, Fu Jin said with shame, "Senior Brother, I am not his opponent. He is very strong."
Fu Jin admitted that he was not as good as Chen Yu. Hao Zong did not say anything and continued to smile at Chen Yu. As for Emperor Qing and the other three, they were ignored by Fu Jin. Hao Zong did not say anything.
"You're right. Fighting and killing is indeed boring. Why don't we sit down and have a drink?"
Hao Zong did not show any signs of anger even though Chen Yu had injured Fu Jin. On the contrary, he spoke as if he was chatting with an old friend. Those who did not know would think that he and Chen Yu were old friends who had not seen each other for many years.
Chen Yu smiled when he heard Hao Zong's words. "How about it? I'll agree to your request. We won't fight, and you won't fight either. How about we wait until the battle ends? After all, there's no harm in losing a few of us, right? "
Hao Zong smiled at Chen Yu's suggestion and glanced at Mo Xie, who was fighting fiercely with Xiao Chen. The smile in his eyes did not diminish. No one knew what he was thinking. After a while, he turned his gaze back to Chen Yu. The smile on his face became extremely helpless and bitter.
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