A Small Display of Skill

"Green eyes... No, I must have seen wrong."

Elder Qing noticed a faint green light under the black robe. Her heart momentarily dazed, but she immediately shook her head, thinking she was just letting her mind wander. The continent was so vast; how could there be such a coincidence?

"Your Excellency, if you are willing to let go, whatever the Heaven Snake Mansion can give, my Blood Sect can also give, and even honor you as a guest elder of our sect." Fan Lao exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, his expression somewhat unsightly.

"Why didn't I see you talking so much earlier? Ah, it turns out you're only good at bullying the weak."

"You! Take the Young Sect Leader and retreat, I will hold this person back!" Fan Lao reacted quickly. Through that brief exchange just now, he knew the strength of this black-robed man was not simple; retreating was the best option.

Before the Blood Sect warriors could act, the surrounding temperature suddenly spiked without warning. The Blood Sect members frowned, realizing the situation was unstable, and looked around in panic. At the edge of the forest, the ground began to crack, emitting large amounts of white smoke. Immediately after, walls of purple flame rose up, surrounding the entire battlefield like a cage.

A few fearless ones erupted with cold Dou Qi to form a blood membrane defense and charged straight into the purple fire walls. Sizzling sounds rang out; as soon as they touched the fire walls, their flesh instantly vanished, leaving only skeletons. A second later, even the bones turned to ash under the terrifying heat.

"This temperature... could it be a Heavenly Flame? No wonder I felt uneasy at the auction, so that's why!" Fan Ling’s eyes widened, filled with terror. He leaned against a dry tree trunk and stood up tremblingly. "Father, we are not his match."

Fan Lao knew this all too well, but Chu Chen seemed to have no intention of letting them go. "Your Excellency, name your price for today’s matter. I will let the people from the Heaven Snake Mansion go, and I don't need the Yin-Yang Xuan Dragon Pill anymore."

"Conditions? Sorry, I don't plan on letting you go. After all, this is your territory in the Black Corner Region; I won't release a tiger back to the mountain. Elder Qing, go help your sisters; leave the rest to me."

Chu Chen’s voice was emotionless, yet it created a pressure that made Fan Lao’s group feel suffocated.

"Yes, Senior, please be careful." Elder Qing politely cupped her hands toward Chu Chen and then flew down.

Chu Chen reached into the air. Space seemed to ripple slightly as the Three-Point Double-Edged Glaive gradually manifested.

"To affect space with just a casual reach!" Fan Lao began to break into a cold sweat, having a bad premonition.

When the Three-Point Double-Edged Glaive was fully revealed, Chu Chen no longer hid himself. His suppressed aura suddenly exploded like an ocean tsunami, like the collapse of Mount Tai. The heaven and earth seemed to shake for a moment, clouds turned pitch black, and a pillar of aura from Chu Chen shot straight into the sky, piercing and churning the cloud layer. A fierce vortex appeared in the sky; Chu Chen had fully unleashed his power.

"This aura... Dou Zong! He's actually a Dou Zong!" Fan Lao trembled all over, a chill running down his spine. He kept asking himself: Who is this? A Dou Zong in the Black Corner Region, or from the Heaven Snake Mansion? But he had never heard of the Heaven Snake Mansion having such an existence! Was that purple flame really a Heavenly Flame?

While he was still deliberating, Chu Chen was enveloped in a vast layer of purple Dou Qi that looked like flowing fire. Those streaks of Dou Qi separated from Chu Chen’s body, forming two human-shaped energy masses beside him, which then became clear, turning into two clones identical to Chu Chen.

"One Qi into Three Pure Ones. I'll use you to test this move." Chu Chen curled his lips, and the two clones immediately charged out.

Fan Lao’s face changed. He gripped his blood saber and slashed his hand to let blood soak the blade, making the blood light dazzling! "Bloodthirsty Slash!" Fan Lao roared, and a massive blood saber appeared behind him, slashing toward the two clones. The saber drew a striking red arc in the air.

*Clang!*

A crisp sound of collision rang out. The two clones did not dodge but chose to confront it head-on. They turned into two black shadows carrying peerless killing intent, colliding powerfully with the great saber. The sound of metal clashing echoed across the horizon!

Immediately after, Fan Lao’s pupils contracted. The blood saber he was so proud of could not hold its ground. As soon as it touched the two Three-Point Double-Edged Glaives, the blade surface showed countless cracks and then shattered into pieces.

Fan Lao knew he was not Chu Chen’s match; that great saber was just a feint to find an opportunity to retreat. He hadn't expected it to be destroyed in a single breath. Only then did he realize how dire the situation was; these two clones were too powerful.

"What Dou Technique is this?!" he cried out in terror and doubt.

"One Qi into Three Pure Ones!" Chu Chen signaled, and the two clones immediately nodded. One from the left and one from the right, they locked Fan Lao in the middle and stabbed simultaneously!

Fan Lao retreated repeatedly, but the air behind him had become scorching hot as purple fire petals entwined around him. Retreating violently into the air, Fan Lao’s features twisted. "These two clones have a big problem; they aren't ordinary clones. I can't drag this out any longer!"

Fan Lao tore open the front of his robe, revealing a bizarre black cut. He used his withered hands to claw at the wound, breaking the seal and causing countless crimson eyes to open from within. Instantly, an evil wind rose, and the sky became incredibly gloomy and somber.

Chu Chen and the others were stunned. What kind of move was this that looked like self-mutilation? Elder Qing below also frowned. "Such a bizarre technique."

"Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, this is the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk!" Fan Ling shouted in both joy and fear.

"Hundred Ghosts Night Walk?" Elder Qing looked up at the sky in doubt, then suddenly remembered something and warned loudly, "Sisters, be careful! Retreat immediately!"