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Stars faintly appeared around Yao Jinghai. Clearly, he had already successfully communicated with the Myrtle Imperial Star's star power to protect his body. This was the symbol of the Purple Emperor North Star Art being cultivated to the great circle. He already had the beginnings of an emperor. In the future, his achievements would be limitless. Even establishing an imperial dynasty would be a piece of cake!
After the salute, Yao Jinghai stood on the stage with a leisurely and complacent expression. Today's match did not exist any pressure to him.
He who had already dug out the Void Spring did not seem to have the need to treat Chu Chen seriously as an opponent. Most people felt that he did not need to make any preparations at all towards that kind of little thing that could be smacked to death with one slap.
But Yao Jinghai was already prepared to kill Chu Chen.
Yao Jinghai was standing there, but Chu Chen was still nowhere to be seen. This scene stunned everyone for a moment. Many people wanted to see just how much chances the recently famous Chu Chen had of winning against Yao Jinghai, and whether he could create a miracle. In the end, they waited for two incense sticks' time, but they did not see anyone at all.
"What's going on? Where's Chu Chen? "
Elder Athletic frowned and shouted lightly, but he did not hear a reply. It immediately caused an uproar among the disciples watching below the stage!
"Where's that Little Alchemy Saint? Why is there no one around when the battle is about to begin? "
"He couldn't have been scared out of his wits and ran away without fighting, right?! That's right. He's only at the Fifth Firmament Spirit Water Realm. How can he possibly fight with the Void Spring Realm Senior Apprentice Brother Yao? That's undoubtedly courting death! "
"Sigh, that boy looks like he has some bearing. Didn't expect that he's actually such a gutless softie, running away before the fight even started!"
"This is also a wise choice. At this point, it's impossible for a miracle to happen no matter what. He can save his little life by running away without fighting."
Instantly, the disciples watching below the stage started to discuss animatedly. The result was out. Although it was unexpected, it was also within reason. After all, after witnessing Yao Jinghai's glory, no one thought that Chu Chen still had any chances of winning.
The elder frowned deeply. Just as he was about to speak, a slightly childish voice suddenly rang out, causing his body to tremble and his pupils to contract slightly.
"Haha, sorry, sorry. I accidentally overslept and made everyone wait. I'm really ashamed."
Looking closely, there was another person standing opposite Yao Jinghai. It was a calm-looking young man. Who else could it be but Chu Chen?
While no one was paying attention, Tong Meng, Qing Yue, Senior Sister Chi Xia, and the others who were close to Chu Chen subconsciously clenched their fists.
"How did he get up there? F * ck, why didn't I see it?! "
Chu Chen, who had suddenly appeared like a ghost, gave the spectators a big fright. Suddenly, a disciple cried out in surprise.
"I didn't see it either. What's going on? Did he hide it in advance? "
"Hide my ass! That's because his speed is too fast. With my eyesight, I actually only saw a faint gray shadow scurrying onto the stage. His speed is very frightening. Looks like this mysterious Little Medicine Saint can't be underestimated... "
An inner sect disciple with high cultivation sighed lightly. His eyes narrowed slightly, sizing up Chu Chen carefully as if it was his first time seeing him.
A rare solemn expression surfaced on Yao Jinghai's face.
A lion had to go all out even when hunting a rabbit!
The Fifth Level Spirit Water Realm should be unable to withstand a single blow. But at least Chu Chen had to become a dead man before he could be at ease.
"Since you've come up, then you can begin."
The elder nodded. With a leap, he returned to the throne in the air and sat down.
"Very good. You didn't run away without a fight."
Yao Jinghai looked coldly at Chu Chen. Only by killing this youth before his eyes could he have a real future in the Biquan Xianzong. This youth had already become his greatest obstacle from the trash back then.
"I never planned to run away from this battle from the start. It's been three years. It's also time for us to settle the score," Chu Chen said calmly, without the slightest trace of fear in his eyes.
Yao Jinghai narrowed his eyes. He cultivated the Violet Emperor Astral Art, and the strand of Emperor Qi he nurtured naturally had a certain degree of suppressive power against his opponents. This caused his opponents' auras to weaken by 30% before they even made a move against him.
It was like facing a noble emperor. It was a kind of instinctive reverence towards an emperor.
But when his sovereign aura erupted, it engulfed the entire stage like a storm. And the youth in the center of the storm was unmoving, as if he could not even feel the flow of air. He stood proudly on the spot.
Although no one believed that Chu Chen could contend against Yao Jinghai, his current calmness made everyone admire and feel pity.
A light suddenly flickered between Yao Jinghai's fingers, and two jade-green longswords were taken out. He raised one of them slightly and waved it. The longsword turned into a streak of jade-green light, piercing deeply into the ground beside him.
"This is your Origin Sword. We have a bet first. If you win this battle, I'll return your Origin Sword to you. Even my Origin Sword will be given to you as well! If you lose … "At this point, Yao Jinghai suddenly stopped.
"Instead, Eldest Senior Brother should seriously consider. If you lose, what will you do?"
Chu Chen's tit for tat made everyone suck in a breath of cold air. A Fifth Level Spirit Water Realm actually dared to provoke a Void Spring Realm.
The sect's Origin Sword was not considered powerful in terms of power. But betting on it meant betting on one's life and a martial artist's pride and glory.
Chu Chen stood quietly on the spot, but a streak of light flashed across Yao Jinghai's eyes. With a flick of his finger, a streak of purple light soared into the sky, spiraling and dancing. As if it had a life of its own, it entered Yao Jinghai's palm.
"This sword's name is Purple Emperor Dragon's Roar. It was taken from the bitterly cold land of the extreme north and forged from ten thousand years old Purple Crystal. It is my family's heirloom divine sword. It was originally a Spirit Artifact grade weapon. It was just that it was damaged in the great battle. Now that I've refined it anew, it has recovered some of its original edge. Today, I'll use this sword to take your life. It won't be a disgrace to your name as the Little Alchemy Saint. "
Yao Jinghai smiled faintly. His finger lightly flicked on the purple longsword. Instantly, a clear dragon's roar soared into the sky. The purple sword light swayed slightly, as if there was a noble divine dragon hiding in the sword shadow, dazzling people.
"Spirit Artifact grade divine sword!"
When that streak of purple sword qi soared into the sky, the spectating disciples below the stage instantly flared up. Spirit Artifact grade weapons only existed in legends to the majority of people. That was a weapon that only the Sect Master and Deputy Sect Master level characters of the various major sects could possess!
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