lcionline Chapter 1775
Chapter 1775
The spiritual energy around the void arena was still trembling, and fragments of divine light left over from the fierce battle were suspended in mid-air like shattered stars.
The purple-clad youth carried an ancient divine sword slung across his shoulder. The pale purple-gold patterns on the scabbard rippled with his breath, creating a subtle, flowing light. Upon hearing this, he merely nodded slightly, and with each light step, a faint yet palpable aura of power emanated from him.
They were determined to obtain the fifth ancient immortal energy divine substance condensed by the legendary 'founder of the immortal energy cultivation method'.
"I didn't expect it to turn out like this." Qiu Zixian twirled a strand of black hair between her fingers, a nonchalant smile still playing on her lips, but the smile didn't reach her eyes; a faint, cold glint flashed deep within her pupils.
"In the original plan, our clones should have taken over the five holy cities without lifting a finger, and then seized the Holy Qilin's origin."
As she finished speaking, her sleeves moved without wind, and a sense of confusion swirled within the folds of her fabric, clearly indicating her displeasure at having her plans disrupted by Chen Xuan.
At this moment, the five holy cities had no one left to send. The fact that Shen Yu and the other two were about to directly enter the fray, regardless of their status, made the onlookers hold their breath.
But just then, the white-clad youth who appeared last suddenly spoke. His voice was not loud, but it seemed to contain some strange penetrating power, steadily drowning out the surrounding rumbling of the void.
As he spoke, the four women—Lin Yuyao, Yu'er, Xin'er, and Piaoxue—who had previously amazed the audience on the stage, moved in a surprisingly synchronized manner:
Lin Yuyao's fingertips still held the lingering seven-colored glow from the battle, but she instantly concealed her sharpness. When she saw Chen Xuan enter the arena, her eyes curved into gentle crescent moons.
Yu'er lowered her hand that was holding the divine sword, and the cold light on the blade quietly disappeared.
Piaoxue gathered the hem of her black skirt, which had been ruffled by the wind, and quietly moved half a step closer to Chen Xuan.
Xin'er adjusted her posture, gently leaning her back against her companion—
The four of them circled around behind Chen Xuan, as obedient as birds returning to their nests. The tenderness in their eyes stunned all the cultivators present.
"Who is this young man in white? How can he make Lin Yuyao and the others so obedient?"
"Never seen him before. Judging from his clothes, he doesn't seem to be from the Five Holy Cities. Could he be a descendant of some hidden power?"
The murmurs rose like the chirping of insects, and many people secretly took out their communication jade talismans, eager to find out Chen Xuan's identity.
Chen Xuan seemed not to hear him, standing calmly with his hands behind his back. As he glanced around, a faint smile played on his lips. He simply said, "Everyone, if we don't make a move soon, Qilin City will really win this time."
His gaze was strange; it didn't fall on the纨绔 (spoiled brats) from the five holy cities who had once provoked him, nor did it look at the cultivators around the arena. Instead, it seemed to be piercing through the void, gently tapping something in some unseen place—
His pointed look instantly silenced the crowd. The onlookers glanced around nervously, not daring to even breathe, clearly no one understood who Chen Xuan was referring to.
"You dare to plot against my Daoist partner, but don't you even have the guts to step forward?"
Chen Xuan's voice suddenly turned cold, his disdainful eyes sweeping across the surrounding airspace, his gaze never lingering, yet carrying a heavy sense of oppression:
“I know you are the heirs of certain super powers, but if you don’t even dare to admit this, don’t talk about any achievements in the future—if you don’t even dare to face your own Dao heart, what’s the difference between you and an ant?”
The initial words were merely ordinary provocations, but the last sentence was clearly a veiled attack on the other party's very soul.
Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the five holy city lords changed simultaneously, and their grips on the armrests of their chairs tightened.
They knew perfectly well who was behind this scheme, but now that Chen Xuan had exposed them, even concealing it became difficult.
But Qilin City was like prey kept in the dark, completely unaware that it had already become someone else's meal.