The crowd in front of the Tianwu Emperor's statue also noticed Tang Feng and Zhang He walking over, as well as the elders of the two clans behind them. As the Promise of Ten Years approached, the three clans put in a lot of effort to protect the participants.
Under the bright sun, the people of the Xiao Clan, the Zhang Clan, and the Tang Clan faced each other silently in front of the Tianwu Emperor's statue.
"Xiao Chen, it's been a long time," Zhang He said slowly as he walked forward.
When Xiao Jian, who was in the crowd, saw Zhang He for the first time, flames of anger appeared in his eyes. His right hand clenched tightly into a fist, giving off a crisp sound. When he thought about what happened that day, his heart was tormented.
At this moment, when he heard Zhang He's voice, he could no longer hold it in, "Zhang He, do you dare to fight me?"
Zhang He smiled coldly, "Who do you think you are? I am speaking to Xiao Chen, why are you interrupting? You are just trash. Do you really think that you are the strongest person in Mohe City?"
When Xiao Jian heard this, he was startled. He said angrily, "Zhang He, don't go overboard …"
Xiao Chen looked coldly at Zhang He. The Lunar Shadow Saber suddenly appeared in his hand as he took a step forward. His aura suddenly rose to its peak. He was one with the saber, heaven and earth, only him, only the saber!
"Drawing the Saber!"
A saber light flashed and Xiao Chen suddenly made his move. Zhang He was startled. He did not expect that Xiao Chen would make a move against him in front of everyone without saying a word.
Zhang He quickly retreated. Unfortunately, this saber was too fast, and it was released suddenly.
He executed the Heavenly Roc Spreading Wings Movement Technique to its peak. However, a bright red wound appeared on his right arm, and blood immediately flowed out.
The elders of the Zhang Clan and Tang Clan immediately rushed forward anxiously to protect him. However, when they saw Liu Fenglin standing quietly behind them, no one dared to take a step forward.
The elders of the Xiao Clan also came forward. In an instant, the atmosphere was extremely tense.
Zhang He said angrily, "Xiao Chen, you actually dare to injure me in front of everyone!"
Xiao Chen sheathed his saber and smiled indifferently, "When it comes to barking, I always use my fists and not my mouth. Could it be that when a dog bites me, you want me to bite it back?"
Xiao Jian's words did not contain a single vulgar word, causing Zhang He to feel like his head was about to explode. Xiao Jian immediately felt much better.
"Brother Zhang, there's no need to lower yourself to their level. They won't last long," Tang Feng advised.
Zhang He calmed himself down and thought about what his father had told him in the morning. He slowly calmed down and said to Xiao Chen, "Xiao Chen, I will make you pay sooner or later. I will return the humiliation I suffered that day several fold."
Xiao Chen did not say anything. The Purple Thunder Divine Incantation circulated rapidly in his body. Suddenly, his right hand pointed at Zhang He, who was in the crowd. A tiny strand of purple flame shot out.
In order for Xiao Chen to speed up his attack, he did not revolve this wisp of flame at his fingertips, so its power was not great. The flame brushed past Zhang He's head before dissipating into the air. It disappeared in an instant, as if it had never happened.
Pu!
Within the crowd, a flame suddenly appeared on Zhang He's head. The hair that Zhang He had grown with great difficulty in the past month was set ablaze once again.
Xiao Chen did not infuse much Essence into this flame. It left as quickly as it came. After two seconds, it was extinguished. However, Zhang He's head was charred. There was a black stench coming from it, and green smoke was emitting from it.
The surrounding people all moved away, and the people of the Xiao Clan all laughed out loud. Even the Tang Clan disciples that were with them covered their mouths and laughed secretly.
"Xiao Chen!" Zhang He cried out hoarsely. The emotions that he had just calmed down could no longer remain calm.
Under the instructions of the elders, some of the Zhang Clan disciples at the side pulled back the berserk Zhang He, not letting him rush out.
Tang Feng held the Ice Fire Bow in his hand and could not bear to watch any longer. He said to Xiao Chen, "Xiao Chen, don't go overboard. Don't you think you have gone overboard?"
Overboard? Overboard? Xiao Chen laughed coldly in his heart, Pointing at my nose and threatening me in front of so many people. You actually say I have gone overboard? In the eyes of these people, does the world revolve around them?
Xiao Chen said coldly, "I already said it before. I will not lower myself to the level of a dog. When a dog barks, I always use my fists and not my mouth."
Seeing the other party not daring to say anything, Xiao Chen sighed in his heart. Indeed, everything in this world is built on strength.
If the other party did not see Liu Fenglin here, he would probably be the one being humiliated. Xiao Chen did not believe it. Because Zhang He had not seen him for a long time and missed him, he came over to greet him.
Zhang He and Tang Feng were clearly relying on their numbers to come over and humiliate him. However, they did not expect that Liu Fenglin would be here. That was why they suffered such a huge loss.
After a long time, the stench on Zhang He's head finally dissipated. He really did not want to stay here any longer. He brought the crowd and left. Before he left, he wanted to say something.
However, when he thought of what happened earlier, he forced back the words he wanted to say. He only glared at Xiao Chen fiercely.
After this group of people caused such a ruckus, Xiao Yulan and the others were no longer in the mood to continue strolling around. Before they left, Xiao Chen looked at the hundred meter tall statue of the Tianwu Emperor behind him.
Xiao Chen was deep in thought. The supreme Heavenly Flame that could incinerate the entire continent, the one that used his own strength to establish a dynasty that lasted for ten thousand years, unifying the Tianwu Continent. These were the legends of the Tianwu Emperor.
Even though ten thousand years had passed and the Tianwu Dynasty had already been destroyed, the people of the world could not forget the Tianwu Emperor. This was the prestige of the Tianwu Emperor.
In his era, there were many outstanding people. However, they were all trampled under his feet, becoming stepping stones for him to become the Tianwu Emperor. In the end, they were all destroyed in the river of time.
After ten thousand years, will I, Xiao Chen, be like the Tianwu Emperor, standing here without dying, or will I become a stepping stone for others?
… …
Late at night, the full moon hung high in the sky, and the sky was filled with stars.
Xiao Residence, Xiao Chen's courtyard:
After Xiao Chen returned, he immediately continued to inscribe talismans. When night fell, Xiao Chen took out the Rushing Thunder Saber Technique manual and read it carefully.
Ever since Xiao Chen obtained this manual, he had not had the time to read it. After he read it, Xiao Chen was quickly drawn into it.
The Rushing Thunder Chop was originally a Superior Grade Yellow Ranked Martial Technique. However, when the first few moves of the Rushing Thunder Saber Technique were used, its might would increase by several times, reaching the level of a Superior Grade Profound Ranked Martial Technique.
Xiao Chen inherited the Battle Sage Origins' Changing Character Formula from the Thunder King. As long as a Martial Technique was executed before him once, he would be able to execute it accurately.
Although its might would be reduced, as long as he comprehended the essence, it was not impossible for it to surpass the original Martial Technique's might.
Originally, Xiao Chen had practiced the Rushing Thunder Chop for a period of time. After he saw Feng Feixue use it once, he immediately comprehended the essence of the Rushing Thunder Saber Technique. Thus, he was able to use the Changing Character Formula to execute it completely.
Now that he had obtained the entire manual of the Rushing Thunder Saber Technique, his comprehension of the essence within it could be said to have gone up another level. The final move of the Saber Technique, the Rushing Thunder Third Chain Chop, was also comprehended in his heart.
"Pu!"
In the silent night, a scream suddenly rang out. It was the scream of someone who had their mouth covered by someone's hand before they died.
Although this sound was very soft, after Xiao Chen became a Martial Master, his five senses had increased significantly. He was slightly startled, Could it be that the Zhang Clan and Tang Clan are here?
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
The sounds of fighting became louder and louder, and miserable cries could be heard continuously. Xiao Chen quickly extended his Spiritual Sense, and in that instant, the entire Xiao Residence was within his sight.
Through Xiao Chen's Spiritual Sense, he could see three figures starting a massacre. The three of them were extremely fast; no one was a match for them. Xiao Chen's elite guards were like paper in their hands. With just a light flick, they were torn to shreds.
Martial Saints! These were actually three Martial Saint experts! Xiao Chen was greatly shocked. How could there be three Martial Saint experts in Mohe City?
These three people covered their faces and did not linger in battle. Their speed was extremely fast, and they only attacked those who blocked their path.
When Xiao Chen saw the path they were taking, he suddenly realized that their targets were Xiao Yulan, Xiao Jian, and himself. These were the participants of the Promise of Ten Years.
Indeed, it was the work of the Zhang Clan and Tang Clan. Looking at the Xiao Clan disciples who had died miserably, Xiao Chen clenched his fist tightly. His heart was bleeding, and a murderous look appeared in his eyes.
Where is Liu Fenglin?
Xiao Chen shifted his gaze in another direction and saw Liu Fenglin's figure. However, he was currently being held up by a blue clothed man. He could not even protect himself, and it was difficult for him to free himself.
Even further away, the First Elder was leading a group of Martial Grand Masters of the Xiao Clan. They were being held up by a strong Martial Saint. That person did not kill them. However, every time someone went over to help, he would immediately make a move to block them.
There were actually five Martial Saint experts here. The situation was not good. Xiao Chen quickly left his room and rushed to Bao`er's room.
"Young Master, what's wrong?" Bao`er walked out of her room and heard the miserable cries of the people outside. She had a panicked expression on her face.
Just as Xiao Chen was about to explain, a monstrous killing intent surged towards him. That earth-shattering aura caused people to feel pressure even before they got close.
Xiao Chen pushed Bao`er back to her room and quickly said, "Quickly return to your room. Remember, no matter what you hear, don't come out."
"Remember, no matter what you hear, don't come out."
Although Bao`er did not understand what was going on, she had never seen such an anxious expression on Xiao Chen's face before. She obediently ran back to her room.
Suddenly, a figure appeared on the high wall of the courtyard. In his hand was a sword dripping with blood. He had a black veil covering his face, making it impossible to see his appearance. Two beams of light shot out from his eyes as he stared at Xiao Chen.
"Pu Ci!"
The sword in the black clothed man's hand trembled and a twenty-meter-long blue sword Qi flew towards Xiao Chen. This was a true sword Qi, the signature attack of a Martial Saint. It was not like the sword Qi that Zhang He sent out using the Holy Sword Martial Spirit.
The sword Qi surged and quickly arrived before Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen knew that he would not be able to block it, so he quickly retreated.
"Bang!"
Just as Xiao Chen retreated, the sword Qi had already swept past where he was standing. There was a loud sound and a deep pit appeared in the ground.
Shockwaves spread out in all directions and dust flew everywhere. Before Xiao Chen landed on the ground, he was struck by the shockwave. His body flew backwards and crashed into the ground with a loud bang.
The might of one sword, a Martial Saint expert is indeed strong, Xiao Chen, who was on the ground, thought to himself. The figure on the high wall suddenly disappeared.
In the next moment, he appeared in the sky above Xiao Chen's head. A twenty-meter-long sword Qi pulsed on his sword. This sword carried an undefeatable aura as it descended from the sky.
At this moment, no matter how powerful a Martial Technique was, it would be useless. This was because there would not be a chance to execute it. Xiao Chen waved his hand and the wooden sculpture made of Spiritual Wood was tossed above his head.
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