As two people with similar cultivation realms, as soon as Xiao Chen appeared at the top of the Treasure Trove Tower and Xiao Chen did not deliberately hide his cultivation, Xuan Yue could sense that his cultivation was only one small realm lower than his own.
Although he was shocked that Xiao Chen had such strength, the humiliation that Xuan Qing's army had suffered was something that he, as the patriarch, needed to avenge.
On the path of martial arts, each step was the foundation, and there was also the saying of talent. For ordinary geniuses, they could cross several small realms to kill their opponents, and some could even ignore the barrier of a large realm and fight across realms.
However, this was only for ordinary martial artists. It was impossible for geniuses of the same level to do this. Not to mention fighting across realms, it was difficult to even cross a small realm. After all, both sides could fight across realms, and their strength would cancel each other out unless their combat strength was extremely strong enough to sweep across the same realm.
Since Xuan Yue was here to take revenge, he had already investigated Xiao Chen's background. Xiao Chen's combat prowess was very strong. However, he, Xuan Yue, was not a weakling either. He also had a strong combat prowess that could surpass Xuan Yue's. Unless Xiao Chen's combat prowess was heaven-defying and far more talented than him, Xuan Yue would not be able to defeat him.
However, was this possible?
Xuan Yue naturally did not believe it.
"As expected of someone who came from the same tribe, even his tone is similar to that of that tribe. This chief was originally wondering where this Xuan Lie's arrogant attitude came from. So it turns out that if the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked!"
Xiao Chen did not care about Xuan Yue's shout. He did not even bat an eyelid as he said indifferently.
"Pretentious. Do you really think that you have some opportunities and are so unscrupulous? The prestige of the Shang Nation is accumulated through thousands of years of bloody battles. It is not something that a small remote tribe that has advanced by luck doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth."
A cold light flashed in Xuan Yue's eyes. There was a trace of coldness in his voice.
"An upstart tribe without any foundation. You have an opportunity, but you don't know how to hide your strength and bide your time. Today, I will teach you how to respect the Shang Nation so that you will not suffer a great loss in the future!"
"Kneel down and repent!"
Xuan Yue's battle qi was rolling, releasing a perfect mixed qi. A pale blue spiritual sword appeared in his hand. The sound of rolling waves could be heard from the sword.
Buzz buzz buzz!
The spirit sword hummed softly and was extremely intelligent. It emitted a mellow aura and locked onto Xiao Chen.
This was the feeling of being stuck in a muddy swamp. The surrounding air stagnated and became even more viscous, as if there was a heavy pressure pressing down.
At this moment, the surrounding martial artists who were watching the show retreated one after another. They could feel the heavy aura in front of the Treasure Trove Pavilion, which made their breathing stagnate. This was the aura of a Heavenly Building Realm powerhouse.
And they were merely affected by a trace of it. Xiao Chen, who was opposite Xuan Yue, was the one who was at the heart of the storm.
Around Duanmu City, the number of Heavenly Building Realm martial artists who had entered the city these days had reached more than ten. At this moment, they were standing on the top of the stone buildings, watching everything that was happening in front of the Treasure Trove Pavilion.
"This Xiao Chen's talent is really strong. Looking at his bone age, he is not over 30 years old this year, but he actually has the cultivation of the Fifth Heaven of Heavenly Building Realm. With such a bone age, it is really terrifying. I just don't know who is stronger between Xiao Chen and the chief of the Xuanqing Tribe."
In the Square Pavilion, four figures stood with their hands behind their back, constantly discussing the battle in front of them.
The martial artists of the Fifth Heaven of Heavenly Building Realm could be said to be the strongest combat force below the Venerable Realm. Even in the entire Desolate Border Region, including the martial artists of the Venerable Realm hidden in the dark, there would not be more than 20. Each of them was famous and had experienced countless bloody battles.
"The Spiritual Weapon at the peak of the Middle Grade, the Mysterious Water Sword, is the life divine weapon of the chief of the Xuanyue Tribe. It has been refined for decades. Rumor has it that this Spiritual Sword is already regarded as a half-step Upper Grade Spiritual Sword. Its power is infinite. There was once a foreign race at the late stage of the Fifth Heaven of Heavenly Building Realm who was beheaded by the chief of the Xuanyue Tribe with this Spiritual Sword!"
"This is a peerless killing sword. Coupled with the Xuanqing Combat Division's Cultivation Method, the Raging Blue Waves Sword Technique, its power is even more explosive. I don't know how this Xiao Clan Leader will resist it."
"Xiao Clan Leader's talent is above average, but his cultivation time is too short. The chief of the Xuanyue Tribe has been in the Desolate Border for decades, bathed in blood and killing, and has superb combat skills. It seems that Xiao Clan Leader is going to suffer a big loss!"
Above the four sides, there were also many people discussing. A battle between the powerhouses of the Fifth Heaven of Heavenly Building Realm was rare in a hundred years, not to mention in this remote Boulder Valley, where even the Heavenly Building Realm martial artists rarely appeared.
The surging waves surged towards Xiao Chen in wave after wave. Each wave was stronger than the one before. Furthermore, it was unending, as if there was no end to it.
Buzz buzz buzz!
The Spiritual Sword hummed softly, as if it couldn't wait to make a move.
"Bright Moon Rising from the Sea!"
Finally, the Xuanyue Tribe made a move, and the first move was its strongest magical power.
Boom!
On the light blue Spiritual Sword, there was suddenly an infinite blue streamer, and in the eyes of the people below, there seemed to be a vast ocean surging above the Spiritual Sword, with waves as high as thousands of feet, rolling one after another.
In the midst of the turbulent waves, a bright moon rose. No matter how strong the wind and the waves were, it didn't move, and endless moonlight sprinkled towards Xiao Chen.
This was the martial dao magical power that the Xuanyue Tribe had condensed for decades, and it wasn't as simple as a simple water attribute magical power. In this magical power, the water attribute was just the foundation, and the real killer move was the bright moon.
"Massacre Spear!"
Now, although Xiao Chen had condensed four magical powers, the most powerful one was still the Massacre Spear. The other magical powers were either not completely condensed, or they were defensive magical powers.
A pitch-black spear floated above his head. Under the Great Perfection state of the state of Massacre, the Massacre Spear became even darker. It was like a black hole, absorbing everything around it. Even the light was sucked in.
The faint moonlight sprinkled down and was absorbed by the war spear. Strands of Massacre Intent flowed, and even some of the cultivators who had retreated far away felt a heavy pressure.
This wasn't the feeling of confinement from before. Instead, it was a boundless killing intent that penetrated deep into their bodies. Some of the weaker ones even had hallucinations appearing in their minds, as if they had entered a battlefield of slaughter.
The dark war spear pierced through space, and everywhere it passed, the surging waves would be torn apart. It was only a few dozen feet away, but it seemed like it tore through space and crossed worlds, crashing directly into the bright moon.
The bright moon fell, and the dark war spear pierced through space silently. The Massacre Qi was endless, and this was the result of condensing the state of massacre to the extreme.
"Boom!"
The space trembled, and there was even an intense spatial fluctuation. The scattered moonlight was distorted, and finally, the bright moon was pierced by the war spear, and exploded. The scattered moonlight fell into the sea, and the entire sea was filled with raging waves that didn't calm down for a long time.
"Weng!"
The Mystic Water Sword trembled, and let out a sorrowful cry. It flew back and returned to Xuan Yue's hand, and the surging sea disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
The Spirit Sword let out a cry. On the originally blue Spirit Sword, there were traces of black lines that coiled around it like dragons. They were like maggots in the bones, corroding the spirituality of the Spirit Sword.
What!?
Xuan Yue looked at the Spirit Sword that had returned to his hand. Although it didn't crack, it was corroded by the Massacre Qi, and its spirituality was greatly damaged. With just one strike, it was like his ultimate technique had been destroyed. Xuan Yue's expression was very ugly.
Xuan Yue's Battle Qi surged, wanting to disperse the Massacre Qi on the Spirit Sword. However, he found that this trace of Massacre Qi was exceptionally hard to deal with. Not only was it like maggots in the bones, it even followed the Battle Qi, wanting to enter his body.
"How is this possible?"
Xuan Yue's expression changed greatly. He originally thought that he had overestimated Xiao Chen's strength, but after this strike, he realized that he had still underestimated him. The Spirit Sword's spirituality was greatly damaged, and if he didn't get rid of the Massacre Qi soon, the Spirit Sword might forever fall from the level of a Middle Grade Spirit Weapon.
Moreover, the Spirit Sword was greatly damaged, and his strength was also imperceptibly weakened.
"He actually defeated the patriarch of the Xuan Qing Tribe. Patriarch Xiao's battle strength is so strong."
"This is the patriarch of a high-rank combat division. The Xuan Qing Tribe is ranked fourth among the nine high-rank combat divisions. Doesn't this mean that the Gu Yuan Tribe behind Patriarch Xiao already has the strength of a high-rank combat division and can replace the position of the Xuan Qing Tribe in the desolate border?"
Everyone was shocked. Xiao Chen's strength once again shocked everyone. This strength was at the Fifth Heavenly Layer of the Heavenly Building Realm. The strongest expert of a high-rank combat division was also at this level. At this moment, in everyone's hearts, Xiao Chen and his Gu Yuan Tribe had truly become a force that could stand shoulder to shoulder with a high-rank combat division.
Xuan Yue's face was livid as he stared at Xiao Chen. He kept thinking in his heart. From the blow just now, he could feel that Xiao Chen's strength was not weaker than his, and even surpassed him. That dark spear even made him feel a trace of the aura of death.
At the same time, if the spirituality of the Spirit Sword was not restored in time, it would cause great harm to the spirituality of the Spirit Sword, and there was even the danger of its grade dropping. The Spirit Sword was damaged, and his strength was reduced by more than half. In the next battle, he would be at a disadvantage.
Now, the most important thing was the Thunder Tribulation Spiritual Wood. If the battle continued, even if he could defeat Xiao Chen and cause both sides to lose, it would not be beneficial to the next battle for the Thunder Tribulation Spiritual Wood.
After a long time, Xuan Yue finally said, "The Xuan Qing Army admits defeat today."
After saying that, Xuan Yue looked at Xuan Lie below. His eyes narrowed, and he shouted, "Go back."
"Patriarch!"
Xuan Lie still wanted to say something, but when he saw Xuan Yue's devouring eyes, he could not help but clench his teeth and keep quiet. Even the Lord Patriarch had admitted defeat. If he still did not know what was good for him, he would be humiliated.
Buzz!
After comforting the Spirit Sword in his hand, Xuan Yue took another deep look at Xiao Chen. When he turned around and was about to leave, a cold voice sounded.
"Who said you can leave!"