CHAPTER 1416: CHAPTER 1416
Rustle!
When Xuan Zun's cold voice rang out, the sound of flowing water suddenly rang out. After which, countless gazes were shocked to see a pitch-black viscous river gushing out from Xuan Zun's body. In the blink of an eye, it had covered half the sky.
The black water churned. Although it was clearly Light Water, it gave off a feeling of being as heavy as a mountain. At the same time, it emitted an incomparably chilling aura, causing the water vapor in the surroundings to start to freeze, before transforming into snowflakes that filled the sky.
Xuan Zun stood on the Great Nether Celestial Body and coldly looked at Mu Chen. The black river was akin to a black dragon that emanated a terrifying might.
Xuan Zun had brought out his fighting strength to the limit with this Spiritual Pulse Divine Ability. Facing this attack, even an Immortal Heavenly Sovereign would be fearful and wouldn't dare to face it head-on.
At this moment, anyone could tell that Xuan Zun was enraged and had started to unleash his ultimate move.
"That old fellow also has a Divine Pulse?"
The black river was reflected in Mu Chen's eyes as his expression turned a little grave. Clearly, he had sensed the power contained in the black river.
"Go!"
While Mu Chen was focused, Xuan Zun did not speak and stretched his finger out and pointed towards Mu Chen.
Rustle!
As the black river surged, it descended from the sky and descended towards Mu Chen. Space had instantly collapsed, and the impact could even crush a Spirit Heavenly Sovereign's Spiritual Physique into a pile of meat.
Facing Xuan Zun's attack, many people were worried for Mu Chen. Although Mu Chen had many means, if he couldn't withstand the black river, then he would definitely be crushed, even with the Three Pures.
Under the various gazes, Mu Chen had also raised his head to look at the descending black river. Shortly after, he deeply inhaled a mouthful of air and ancient purple runes lit up on the surface of his body.
One, two, three, eight!
When the eight violet runes lit up, violet flames gathered in Mu Chen's mouth and in the next moment, he opened his mouth and spat towards the black river.
Whoosh!
A stream of purple flames gushed out from Mu Chen's mouth. It was like a purple flaming dragon that was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. It issued a roar and clashed head-on with the black river.
Sizzle!
When the violet flames and black river clashed, sizzling noises resounded with smoke rising that covered the sky.
However, the overbearingness of the purple flames was clearly shocking. Wherever the purple flames burned, the black torrent was unable to advance an inch no matter how hard it poured down.
"No wonder why the violet flames are so domineering. So it's the Spiritual Pulse Divine Ability of Mu Chen's Eight Divine Pulse!"
When everyone saw this scene, they finally understood the origin of the violet flames. Previously, Mu Chen had only used it once, so no one had noticed Mu Chen's Eight Divine Pulse. But at this moment, under Mu Chen's full power, the Eight Divine Pulse was naturally revealed.
When those from the Profound Bloodline saw Mu Chen's Eight Divine Pulse, their faces turned dark, especially Xuan Guang. One must know that in their Ancient Buddha Clan, only Qing Yanjing possessed an Eight Divine Pulse. But now, the second Eight Divine Pulse actually appeared on Mu Chen.
Didn't that mean that the purity of Qing Yanjing and Mu Chen's bloodline was the strongest in the Ancient Buddha Clan?
Compared to the jealousy of the Xuan Bloodline, the Qing Bloodline burst out in cheers, especially Qing Tian, Qing Xuan, and the rest. They felt heavily relieved. With such talent, Lin Yun was truly worthy of being Qing Yanjing's child.
But while the clansmen of the Ancient Buddha Clan held different emotions, the Grand Elder, Futu Xuan, was also looking at Mu Chen with a sharp gaze. Looking at the violet runes on Mu Chen's body, he coldly snorted with rage in his voice. "Hmph, what Eight Divine Pulse? This Divine Pulse clearly belongs to Qing Yanjing. It looks like when she was pregnant with him, she separated her Divine Pulse and planted it in him."
Futu Xuan was, after all, a Saint Heavenly Sovereign, and he had a deep understanding of Qing Yanjing's Eight Divine Pulse. So when Mu Chen executed it, he could immediately sense it.
When the clansmen of the Ancient Buddha Clan heard the Grand Elder's words, they were briefly stunned before many of them said with jealousy, "What a good mother!"
Xuan Luo was also jealous, but he sneered, "No wonder Mu Chen's talent is so shocking. So it's because Qing Yanjing gave her Eight Divine Pulse to him."
"If it wasn't for the Eight Divine Pulse, how can a sinner like Mu Chen compete with us?"
The clansmen of the Xuan Bloodline nodded their heads. They thought that Mu Chen had no resources and started from scratch. But judging from the current situation, Qing Yanjing had left him an unparalleled treasure.
Although possessing the Eight Divine Pulse didn't mean that one's achievements would be shocking, it could at least increase the chances of success. Furthermore, it would also allow one to surpass others in cultivation.
But since they were biased against Mu Chen, they had naturally attributed Mu Chen's success to the Eight Divine Pulse that Qing Yanjing had left for him.
Futu Xuan's voice was also heard by Mu Chen, but there weren't any ripples in his eyes. He only looked at the collision between the violet flames and the black river.
Although the two sides were in a deadlock, Mu Chen squinted his eyes. He could vaguely sense that there was a surge of power in the black river that had yet to erupt.
He then looked at Xuan Zun, who wasn't too far away. Indeed, the latter's expression was indifferent, without any rage from the deadlock.
Sensing Mu Chen's gaze, Xuan Zun also looked over with an indifferent smile and ridiculed, "Qing Yanjing's Eight Divine Pulse is truly formidable."
However, Mu Chen did not have any expression on his face, as if he couldn't hear the ridicule in his words.
Xuan Zun stood with his hands behind his back. "Your violet flames aren't simple to be able to block my Nether Profound Extermination River. If we're on the same level, I believe that my Nether Profound Extermination River wouldn't be able to block you."
Although his Nether Profound Extermination River was a Spiritual Pulse Divine Ability derived from the Seven Divine Pulse, Xuan Zun was an Immortal Heavenly Sovereign, while Mu Chen was only a Spirit Heavenly Sovereign.
"But it's a pity that there's no such thing as absolute fairness in the world. Since you want to challenge my Xuan Bloodline, then you have to be prepared for failure."
Xuan Zun shook his head as he spoke. Shortly after, he took a deep breath and spat out a mouthful of essence blood into the surging black river.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! When that mouthful of blood essence landed, the calm black river violently rolled and started to shrink. At the same time, there was a trace of crimson in the black river. Sizzle!
Sizzle!
Along with this change, the purple flame dragon that was originally able to resist suddenly erupted with a thick white mist. The wisps of purple flames actually began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye in the face of the black torrent's bite.
Countless experts in the surroundings were in an uproar when they saw this, and the expressions of the clansmen of the Qing Bloodline changed drastically.
Everyone could tell that Xuan Zun's attack was starting to show its might, and Mu Chen was at a disadvantage. Even with the Eight Divine Pulse, he still couldn't take it head-on.
As the black river roared, the violet flame dragon was constantly being pushed back.
"Mu Chen has lost."
Many people shook their heads in pity. Xuan Zun had the upper hand, and Mu Chen was bound to lose as long as he took advantage of the situation.
The faces of Qing Tian, Qing Xuan and the rest turned pale. They never imagined that Mu Chen would fall at the last step after his triumphant progress.
But they knew that Mu Chen must've done his best. The fact that he could fight to this extent with his cultivation at the Initial Spirit Heavenly Sovereign Realm was enough to show how extraordinary he was.
"From today onwards, my Qing Bloodline will protect Mu Chen no matter what."
Qing Tian's face was dark. He knew that the Xuan Bloodline wouldn't let this matter rest, so he couldn't sit back and watch.
Qing Xuan and Qing Yun nodded.
"It's a done deal."
The head of the Xuan Bloodline, Xuan Guang, inwardly felt relieved as a cold light flashed in his eyes. Since Mu Chen failed, then their Xuan and Mo Bloodlines would be able to control the Elder's Association. At that time, they would definitely make that brat pay the price!
Boom!
The black river roared and the dragon was about to dissipate. Xuan Zun coldly looked at Mu Chen and said, "You've lost."
"The Immortal Heavenly Sovereign Realm does indeed have an advantage."
Mu Chen paid no attention to Xuan Zun and sighed. If they were on the same level, he was confident that he could burn the Nether Nether River with his purple flames.
Xuan Zun coldly looked at Mu Chen. He was a little unhappy that the latter didn't show any fear. He clearly thought that Mu Chen was putting on a brave front. With a sneer, Xuan Zun waved his sleeve.
Boom!
As the black river came crashing down, the purple flame dragon was completely extinguished. As the river rolled down, it shrouded over Mu Chen.
"You can sigh at your stupidity after I capture you."
Rustle!
Under the countless gazes, the black river rolled down as it enveloped towards Mu Chen in an earth-shattering manner. From the looks of it, Mu Chen was definitely going to lose.
Many people inwardly shook their heads. It was a pity that Mu Chen was only a step away from success, but he was stopped. The Xuan Bloodline was truly worthy of being the strongest bloodline in the Ancient Buddha Clan.
The black river was reflected in his eyes. Facing this desperate situation, there wasn't any joy or sorrow on Mu Chen's face as he muttered to himself, "Since the Eight Divine Pulse can't fill the gap, then I'll change to another one."
He slowly clasped his hands together. Then, a dazzling light burst forth from his body.
At the same time, the eight ancient purple runes on the surface of his body swiftly turned into the colour of primal chaos at a visible speed. Furthermore, after the eighth rune, a wisp of primal chaos light gathered and gradually formed into the ninth rune.
When the ninth rune formed on Mu Chen's body, Futu Xuan's face suddenly changed. He abruptly stood up and looked at the silhouette in the sky with disbelief.