Zi Yu's behavior was indeed very strange.
She was an important figure of the Sacred Race. It was impossible for her to betray the Sacred Race so easily. So, the most likely possibility was that she had joined a faction secretly established by a high level figure of the Sacred Race.
In other words, there were already undercurrents surging within the Sacred Race. It wasn't as calm as it seemed on the surface.
As he thought of this, Ye Chen's heart sank.
Yue Zimu had already said that the Sacred Race was deeply divided. But Ye Chen never imagined that the Sacred Race's divisions would be much more severe than he had imagined.
It was very likely that the Sacred Race had already split into many factions. They were fighting openly and secretly, but they didn't break apart on the surface.
Zi Yu was likely to be a member of one of the factions that had split off.
Of course, this was only Ye Chen's guess. As for the specifics, Ye Chen had no way of knowing.
"You actually dare to be distracted at this time? Although my strength has been greatly reduced, killing you will still be very easy." Suddenly, a cold snort sounded in Ye Chen's ears.
Zi Yu's figure suddenly appeared in front of Ye Chen. A strange light flashed in her eyes. Powerful soul strength seemed to condense into phantoms that rushed towards Ye Chen.
At the same time, the battle puppet beside Zi Yu also rubbed its fists and punched at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen had been too shocked by Zi Yu's reaction, so he revealed a hesitant look. This hesitation allowed Zi Yu to seize the opportunity to kill Ye Chen.
Although she had moved Ye Chen out of the Sacred Academy, this place wasn't too far from the city. If she didn't kill Ye Chen as soon as possible and return to make arrangements, she would be in trouble once the Elders of the Sacred Academy discovered something strange.
"You won't kill me, I will kill you."
What shocked Zi Yu was that the hesitant Ye Chen's eyes suddenly flashed with light the moment Zi Yu appeared in front of him.
Wine God Curse!
Above the Monarch Saint Sword in Ye Chen's hand, a dense Qi suddenly rose up.
The dense Qi flowed along the Monarch Saint Sword's hilt and quickly spread to Ye Chen's body, and by Ye Chen's side, it congealed into the image of a fat old man holding onto a wine gourd.
The illusionary figure was three zhang tall, which circled above Ye Chen's head and drank a mouthful of wine, before spitting it out.
The change in Ye Chen's body gave Zi Yu a fright. A cold feeling instantly filled her entire body.
Sensing that the situation was bad, Zi Yu subconsciously began to retreat. At the same time, she had the battle puppet by her side stand in front of her.
This battle puppet not only had astonishing offensive power, its defensive power was also very powerful. It was simply impossible for ordinary Divine Dao martial artists to break through the defense of this battle puppet.
Being blocked by the battle puppet, Zi Yu was finally relieved.
Through the gap beside the battle puppet, Zi Yu looked at where Ye Chen was. However, she saw that there was no old man holding onto a wine gourd on Ye Chen's body. Ye Chen himself was also staring at her with a faint smile.
"Just now, could it be that my eyes were playing tricks on me?" Zi Yu opened her eyes wide in disbelief.
Just now, she clearly saw that there were many strange things happening to Ye Chen's body. It was impossible for her eyes to be playing tricks on her.
"Not good."
After being stunned for a moment, Zi Yu immediately reacted. Everything just now was definitely not her eyes playing tricks on her. It was because the many strange things that appeared on Ye Chen's body were all illusions formed by Soul Power.
In other words, what Ye Chen used just now was a Soul Attack.
Soul Attacks were invisible and formless. Even if the battle puppet stood in front of Zi Yu, it would definitely not be able to protect her.
Zi Yu's expression changed drastically. She instinctively wanted to circulate her Soul Energy to block this strange attack.
However, before she could do anything, a strong wine fragrance suddenly appeared at the tip of her nose.
"Why is there such a strong wine fragrance here?"
This thought appeared in Zi Yu's mind in a daze. Soon after, she fell to the ground with a plop.
Without Zi Yu's control, the battle puppet stopped moving for the time being.
"I finally won."
Seeing this, Ye Chen let out a long sigh of relief. He walked around the battle puppet and walked towards Zi Yu who had fallen to the ground.
At this moment, Zi Yu's face was red and her cheeks were hot as if she was drunk.
The effect of the Wine God Curse was actually like this. This surprised Ye Chen.
However, it made sense when he thought about it. Yue Zimu was a giant level expert of the Sacred Race. He was definitely best at Soul Attacks. The life-saving means he left for Ye Chen should naturally be Soul Attacks.
Although this Soul Attack method was strange, its effect was surprisingly good. This could be seen from Zi Yu's current appearance.
Just now, Zi Yu definitely did not drink wine. However, the Wine God Curse left behind by Yue Zimu simulated the effect of being drunk on Zi Yu's body. It caused Zi Yu, a Divine Path expert, to fall into a deep sleep. Before she woke up, she would probably not be able to wake up.
"Unfortunately, I can only use the Wine God Curse left behind by Senior Yue Zimu three times. After three times, the energy on the Monarch Sacred Sword will be exhausted." Ye Chen muttered to himself and put away the Monarch Sacred Sword.
After using the Wine God Curse once, Ye Chen had already sensed the strength of the energy on the Monarch Sacred Sword.
"I'd better bring Zi Yu back to the Sacred Academy first and let the Great Elder and the others interrogate her." Bending down to grab Zi Yu, Ye Chen wanted to bring Zi Yu back to the Sacred Academy first.
However, just as he bent down, his body suddenly shot up and flew into the sky.
At the place where he was just standing, a long spear suddenly flew past, leaving behind a string of afterimages.
If Ye Chen did not dodge decisively, he would have been pierced by the long spear.
"There's still an enemy." Ye Chen stood in the sky and looked in the direction where the long spear flew from.
That long spear was like a living thing. After failing to assassinate Ye Chen, it immediately circled in the sky and flew back to its owner's hand.
The owner of the long spear was a short and fat old man. This old man looked very ordinary. He had a moustache on his forehead and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. It looked like he was smiling all the time.
A person with such a sincere smile, no one would have any bad feelings if they saw him.
Ye Chen stared at the other party and immediately felt that his head was hit by a heavy stick. He felt dizzy and his body could not help but fall from the sky.
"Soul Attack."
Before he fell to the ground, Ye Chen immediately realized that something was wrong. He used the Primordial Spirit Twelve Scrolls to activate his soul power and forcefully woke himself up.
It had to be said that the higher the level of the soul martial technique, the more ingenious the method of defending against soul attacks.
Although Ye Chen had only cultivated one scroll of the Primordial Spirit Twelve Scrolls, he had learned a lot of soul defense techniques.
If not for that, he would not have been able to block the short and fat old man's soul attack so easily.