frightfiction Chapter 1782
Chapter 1782
But just as his threat was about to be uttered, Chen Xuan flicked his right hand holding the sword, unleashing the terrifying sword power contained within the Northern Darkness Sword.
The azure aura emanating from the sword suddenly surged, and terrifying sword power erupted wildly within Shen Yu's body—
With a whoosh, Shenyu's clone, filled with endless anger and resentment, turned into golden dust and dissipated into the void.
Only a bronze storage bracelet and the Fusang Divine Bow, shrunk to the size of a palm and resembling an ordinary withered tree with its divine light contained, slowly fell into Chen Xuan's hands.
All of this may seem like a long process, but in reality, it only takes a breath.
From Shen Yu's attack to Chen Xuan's counterattack, it all happened so fast that many people didn't even see the details.
On the other side of the arena, Zi Mang and Qiu Zixian exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes.
Although Shenyu's clone was weak, to kill it so easily would require at least the main body to be present in person.
This Chen Xuan was even stronger than they had imagined.
It should be noted that clones cannot use immortal energy to enhance their combat power; they can only fight using supernatural phenomena, secret techniques, and divine abilities. The fact that Chen Xuan could achieve this level is enough to demonstrate that his swordsmanship is already extremely terrifying.
"Wow! My husband is amazing!" Qing Tian Yu'er, who had been on tenterhooks, cheered immediately when she saw Chen Xuan win easily, her eyes filled with admiration.
Xin'er smiled, her gaze fixed on Chen Xuan, her eyes overflowing with tenderness.
The snow fell relatively calmly, but the pride in her eyes was undeniable—from beginning to end, she had absolute confidence in the husband she had chosen.
Lin Yuyao stared at Chen Xuan's retreating figure, her heart pounding faster, her mind filled with shock: "You big bad guy... is this your true strength?"
Unfortunately, that's not the case.
Chen Xuan landed slowly and, in front of Zi Mang and Qiu Zixian, put the storage bracelet and Fusang Divine Bow into his storage space before turning around.
His gaze remained calm as he looked at the two of them, and he said with a relaxed smile, "Gentlemen, it's your turn now."
Just as Zi Mang was about to draw his sword and attack.
Just then, Qiu Zixian, with her captivating figure, took a slow step forward with graceful, lotus-like steps.
The captivating smile still lingered on her lips. If this woman were in the mortal world, her beauty would be so stunning that it would drive an entire nation mad.
At this moment, although Qiu Zixian appeared gentle and weak on the surface, the pupils in her eyes had quietly changed—a circle of light purple ripples appeared in her originally dark pupils, and an almost imperceptible purple light shot silently toward Chen Xuan.
"This humble servant is Qiu Zixian, greetings to Fellow Daoist Chen Xuan." Her voice was soft and sweet, with a touch of innocence and a hint of allure, like a feather tickling the heart, enough to make any man's heart flutter.
Chen Xuan remained calm as he looked directly at her—but the instant his gaze met Qiu Zixian's pupils, a strange power quietly invaded his soul.
The next second, Qiu Zixian smiled, and Chen Xuan's eyes changed as well.
His once clear eyes gradually became clouded with confusion.
Looking at Qiu Zixian, he felt an inexplicable surge of pity, as if the woman before him was the most worthy person to love in the world, someone he needed to protect with all his might, regardless of life or death.
He threw away the Beiming Sword, which was emitting a faint hum of sword energy, and walked slowly and steadily forward with mechanical steps.
Yu'er, Xin'er, Piaoxue, and Lin Yuyao understood the sudden turn of events and immediately shouted anxiously.
"Husband!"
"Chen Xuan, what's wrong with you?!"
The people behind him, such as Yu'er, Xin'er, and Lin Yuyao, suddenly lost their color in Chen Xuan's eyes, and he even felt a strange sense of disgust towards them.
It seemed that only Qiu Zixian was worthy of standing beside him and walking with him.
Zi Mang had already gripped the hilt of the sword behind her back, but upon seeing this, she stopped in her tracks.
He glanced at Qiu Zixian, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes—he hadn't expected Qiu Zixian to make the first move, and he certainly hadn't expected Chen Xuan to succumb so quickly.