Chapter 1959
Chapter 1959
"Master Zhishun, I have not let you down. I have found Xueqi. I have found her."
Just as Chen Xuan was extremely excited, a voice transmission sounded in his mind, which was like a bucket of ice water being poured over his head.
"Who are you and why are you calling me Xue'er?" The familiar voice spoke words that were completely foreign to Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan looked at Lu Xueqi from afar, hesitated, and transmitted his voice with suspicion, "Xue'er, you, you don't recognize me? I am Chen Xuan, I am Chen Xuan, have you forgotten me, forgotten Wang Ye, Zhang Lingyu, Jiang Linglong, Bai Li, and Shi Hao?"
On the deck of a distant warship, Lu Xueqi heard Chen Xuan call her "Xue'er" and heard strangers mention the names of Wang Ye, Zhang Lingyu, Jiang Linglong, Bai Li, and others. Her delicate body trembled continuously, and her soul began to ache more and more.
But she was restraining herself, enduring it, because if she didn't suppress these emotions, the elder in charge of this ranking battle wouldn't let her participate.
"I don't know you, and I don't know what you're talking about." Lu Xueqi replied hastily before looking away. She was suppressing her emotions, otherwise the backlash from the technique would come at any moment.
However, this simple sentence directly broke Chen Xuan's defenses.
Whoosh.
Chen Xuan's aura suddenly erupted, and visible streams of murderous energy burst forth from his body. He was like a god of death, staring intently at everyone who had come from the Yao Guang Holy Land.
"Xueqi doesn't remember me? She's forgotten everything?" Chen Xuan's face was extremely ugly, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he walked step by step toward the three elders of Xiyue.
"Husband, what's wrong?" Yu'er was the first to notice something was wrong and hurriedly asked.
“Chen Xuan, you…” Qiu Zixian was also a little worried, as this was the first time she had ever seen Chen Xuan so angry.
Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan was instantly jolted awake. Suppressing the dissipating murderous aura, he glanced at his fellow Daoists and transmitted his voice, "Lu Xueqi has appeared, but she seems to have forgotten everything. I must find out the truth about this. You all wait here again."
As soon as Chen Xuan finished speaking, Yu'er, Xin'er, Zi Mo, and the others all changed their expressions and looked towards the location of the Yao Guang Holy Land battlefield. They quickly located Lu Xueqi among the several holy sons and daughters.
"Zixian, let's go to the next match," Chen Xuan said in a low voice.
“Okay.” Qiu Zixian wanted to refuse, but seeing Chen Xuan’s determined eyes, she didn’t dare to object.
"Elder, in the next match, Zixian and I will take over the arena and earn points for the sect." Chen Xuan bowed to Xiyue and the other two, and without waiting for their reply, he grabbed Qiu Zixian and they transformed into two streaks of light, rushing out of the battlefield and heading straight for the Sword Debate Arena atop the mountains in the void.
"This newly appointed ruthless Chen Xuan, who was designated as the sixth Holy Son, has finally made his appearance?" Han Jiuling stared at Chen Xuan and Qiu Zixian and sneered.
Dao Yi, Tian Yi, and Xuan Yi were also watching Chen Xuan, but no matter how they looked at him, Chen Xuan was only a cultivator at the peak of the Void Realm, and they couldn't see his true strength at all.
Xiao Xuanche and the other six were also disdainful of the idea of a last-ranked Holy Son.
"Interesting lad, do you know how strong you really are, being the last person to appear?" Tianxuan Saintess's cold eyes also turned to the two who entered.
"Sister, look, Chen Xuan and Qiu Zixian actually volunteered to go on stage!" Zixia said softly when she saw Chen Xuan appear. "What happened just now? Why did he suddenly seem so angry?"
Qingxia remained silent, her sharp eyes scrutinizing Chen Xuan, but no matter how she looked at him, she couldn't see anything particularly noteworthy about him.
"Let's see how things unfold."
Zi Mang was also filled with anticipation after seeing Chen Xuan appear. Although he knew that Chen Xuan was very strong, he had never been able to find out exactly how strong he was. This time, he was able to broaden his horizons.
After entering the arena, Chen Xuan looked up at the top of the void and shouted, "In a battle between two people, life and death are determined by fate. Set your own rules!"
As soon as Chen Xuan finished speaking, an incredibly ancient voice reverberated throughout the surrounding area from the top of the void.
"The reigning champion takes over, it's a two-person battle, and the rules are set by the winner! The winner can freely control everything about the loser! And vice versa!"
wow——
These rules shocked everyone who heard them.
"He's gone mad! This kid's gone mad!"
"Seventy thousand years ago, a peerless genius from the Immortal Ancient Holy Land, who considered himself invincible in his generation, arrogantly set this rule. Later, he was crushed in one move by a peerless girl from the Supreme Holy Land. If the Immortal Ancient Holy Land had not paid an extreme price, that Holy Son would have been reduced to a slave."
"Yes, it's unbelievable that tens of thousands of years later, someone would still be so foolish as to choose this rule. This is going to be quite a show!"
"Hehe, it's hard to say. What if it's a dark horse?"
"Pah! If he were the number one holy son of the Dao Yi Holy Land, I might believe it, but a disciple from the Jueqing Holy Land... I would never believe it even if you beat me to death!"
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In the void, the core disciples, personal disciples, and holy sons and daughters of the various holy lands were all discussing it, and even the elders leading the teams were watching the arrogant white-haired youth in the arena with great interest.
"He's dead, Chen Xuan is dead." Jin Hu sneered upon hearing the news.
"Yes, he brought this humiliation upon himself. Does he think this place is the Chaos Nest of the past, where he can control everything?" Silver Dragon shook his head secretly. "Not to mention anything else, even my sect's Nine Nether Saintess or Han Jiuling Saint Son, either one of them could easily crush the two of them."
Hei Yu, whose face was veiled in black, also frowned as she looked at Chen Xuan. In her impression, Chen Xuan did not seem to be the kind of reckless and ignorant person who knew when to advance or retreat.
After the spirit of the magical artifact in the void arena read out the rules, the true prodigies from the holy lands of Dao Yi, Tian Xuan, Yao Chi, Jiu Qu, and Zi Fu were all eager to make their move.
If they were to appear, with their invincible abilities, they could crush and defeat Chen Xuan, this arrogant and ignorant brat. This would be considered an imitation of the sages, and it would greatly enhance their reputation.
"Nonsense!" Elder Xiyue, who usually had a very good temper, was shocked by this news.
“Silly boy, you’ve only been a member of the sect for a hundred years. How can you follow the example of the failed sages and choose to set your own rules?” Elder Qianzhan frowned slightly.
“It’s ruined. I think we should quickly use the secret technique to summon the Holy Lord to descend, otherwise our two Holy Sons might become the lowest servants of other sects.” Elder Liyu said, flipping his hand to take out a token.
Upon seeing this, Yu'er, Zi Mo, Tian Xing, and Zhan Xin all spoke up at the same time.
"Masters, please don't worry, and wait and see what happens next!"
The three elders were dumbfounded. What kind of talk was this? We'll see what happens next. Once those veteran holy sons are easily crushed, and the Holy Lord is summoned again, it will be too late.
The Daoist couples had great confidence in Chen Xuan, but the sect elders did not believe them and could only watch as Elder Li Yu crushed the talisman.
After crushing the letter talisman, Elder Liyu scanned the entire scene, her gaze especially fixed on the warship of Dao Yi Holy Land.
The two families have accumulated some grudges over generations, and since the disciple has put on such a grand show, he certainly won't let it go easily.
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