Chapter 99
Lei Qianjueâs eyes narrowed slightly. The sky thundered louder, as if the end of the world was approaching. The might of a Soul Transformation cultivator was evident.
Beside him, Zhao Shirou pulled on Yang Chenâs sleeve and whispered, âBrother Chen, the Grand Elder of the Wind and Thunder Sect is a Soul Transformation realm cultivator! Itâs better not to confront him head-on! Let Li Junfeng have the throne!â
Zhao Shirouâs tone was somewhat worried. Although Brother Chen had extraordinary talent, he was still only at the Late-stage Nascent Soul realm. The Grand Elder was a Soul Transformation realm cultivator and an elder of a top-tier power like the Wind and Thunder Sect. Brother Chenâs identity as the Holy Son of the Xuantian Sect might not matter to him.
âRouâer, donât worry!â Yang Chen patted her shoulder, indicating she should be at ease. âThe throne belongs to Haoâer, and as his stepfather, I wonât watch my son be bullied by outsiders! Right, Haoâer?â
Yang Chen looked at Li Hao. At this moment, Li Haoâs fists were clenched tightly, his eyes fierce
. Damn it, you can be as smug as you want now. Donât get too carried away.
âIt seems the Holy Son is determined to oppose me! In that case, Iâll have to suppress you first! Then, let your master, the Lord of Xuantian Sect, come to Wind and Thunder Sect to ask for you!â As Lei Qianjue finished speaking, a bolt of purple lightning descended from the sky, striking directly at Yang Chen.
Yang Chenâs true energy surged, pushing Zhao Shirou and the group of Liyang Kingdom cultivators away.
âSuppress me? Grand Elder, you are not qualified!â Yang Chenâs eyes were proud. Having reached the Eight stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he also wanted to find an opponent to test his real combat power. He was worried that he might accidentally kill a Nascent Soul cultivator, but Lei Qianjue, being a Soul Transformation realm cultivator, was just right for practice.
Facing the unstoppable purple lightning, Yang Chen threw a punch.
Bang!
A green flame condensed into an ancient green lotus. The Green Lotus Heavenly Flame burned wildly, seeming to incinerate everything. Even the lightning was extinguished in an instant.
âNo wonder, itâs the Green Lotus Heavenly Flame! It allows you, a mere Eight stage Nascent Soul realm cultivator, to withstand one of my attacks! But I want to see how many attacks you can take!â Lei Qianjueâs old face showed anger. Failing to injure Yang Chen in one move made him lose face.
Lightning erupted from his body, turning the entire Tianyang Hall into a sea of lightning. Thunder dragons coiled and attacked Yang Chen.
âBring it on!â Behind Yang Chen, a phantom of a demon god appeared, towering over a hundred feet tall, holding a giant axe, like an ancient demon god opening the heavens. One slash released a murderous aura that surged to the sky.
Boom!
The Tianyang Hall, despite being built by the Liyang imperial family over ten thousand years, couldnât withstand such an attack. It collapsed instantly. Outside, everyone was trembling with fear.
âIs this the battle of Soul Transformation realm cultivators?â
âThe Tianyang Hall turned into ruins!â
âThe Holy Son can actually fight a Nascent Soul cultivator!â
âSuch talent is monstrous!â
âIn the future, the Xuantian Sect will definitely dominate the Northern Spiritual realm again!â
Zhao Shirouâs beautiful eyes were also full of shock. She thought Brother Chen might be able to fight a Soul Transformation realm cultivator when he reached the Tenth stage of the Nascent Soul realm. But now, at the Eighth stage, he could already fight a Soul Transformation realm cultivator. Such talent was unprecedented. She had read many ancient texts, which recorded some peerless geniuses who, relying on their talent, became famous through the ages. But even so, they could only fight Soul Transformation realm cultivators at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.
But Brother Chen did it at the Eighth stage. With such talent and bloodline, it was no wonder that the fetus in her womb shone with golden light.
âChild, did you see that? Thatâs your father! You must be as talented as your father!â Zhao Shirou gently stroked her belly, whispering. Her beautiful eyes were full of tender affection as she looked at Yang Chen.
Xu Qingxuan stared at Yang Chen in the sky with an infatuated look, her heart completely conquered by him. Not to mention being a maid, she would be willing to be a slave.
In the field, only Li Hao had a dark face, clenching his fists tightly.
âDamn it!â Li Hao roared, his face twisted.
The Tianyang Hall was the most important palace of the Liyang imperial family. Now it was destroyed. Destroyed was one thing. But his mother and fiancĂ©e were looking at Yang Chen with admiration. His mother was pregnant with Yang Chenâs child. Qingxuan had spent two hours alone in a room with Yang Chen.
âAh! Bitch, two bitches!â
âIf this is the limit of the Grand Elderâs strength, itâs better for you to not interfere in Liyangâs affairs!â Yang Chen said coldly after once again breaking the Thunder Dragon.
Bathed in lightning, he looked like a peerless war god. Powerful force surged out, as if to suppress the world!
In the sky, a demonic mountain hovered, seemingly ready to crush down at any moment!
He now had a clear understanding of his combat power.
The Grand Elder of the Wind and Thunder Sect was at the First stage of the Soul Transformation stage. Using the 36 forms of the Heavenly Demon Stone Carving technique, he could fight without losing. This meant that although he was at the Eighth stage of the Nascent Soul stage, his strength was not inferior to the First stage of the Soul Transformation realm. He was quite satisfied with this combat power.
Lei Qianjueâs old face was extremely gloomy.
He, a Soul Transformation cultivator, the most powerful existence in the world, couldnât gain any advantage over a Nascent Soul junior. If todayâs battle were spread, he would become a laughingstock in the Northern Spiritual realm.
âDamn it! This damn junior!â Lei Qianjueâs eyes were dark and full of killing intent.
At the moment he lost focus, Yang Chen had already appeared in front of him.
âJunior, youâre courting death! I am a Thunder Cultivator, and you dare come close to me! You donât know youâll die!â Lei Qianjueâs eyes flashed with fierceness. He had the intention to kill.
A Nascent Soul junior who could fight a Soul Transformation cultivator was unprecedented in the Northern Spiritual realm. If this person didnât die, the Xuantian Sect would surely dominate the Northern Spiritual realm again.
Now, this junior was recklessly approaching him. There wouldnât be another better opportunity to kill him.