Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

"NO!!!"

From her position in the air, Wan Xian’Er could finally hold back no longer. She leaped down in an instant, lunging straight for Mu Chen. But in the middle of her desperate dive, she witnessed an unbelievable scene!

Mu Chen, who had just been cut in half at the waist, slowly extended his right leg. A terrifying Primordial Power that seemed to dominate the area erupted forth, and with a loud BANG, his foot slammed into the abdomen of the smug-faced Zhang Lie, who was still holding his long spear. A shockwave of Primordial Power exploded outward with the sole of Mu Chen’s foot at its center. Zhang Lie’s body shot backward like a cannonball, smashing viciously onto the platform. He instantly pierced through it, and a sky-shaking crash rang out, causing the expressions on everyone present to freeze completely.

At that moment, the same question rose in everyone’s mind: ’What in the world just happened?’

Indeed, what *had* just happened? Even Tuoba Rui and Yu Wen Tuo, seated at the first red table, could only look at each other, their faces blank with shock. Across the entire square, only one person had seen it clearly: the Nineteenth Elder, who was serving as the host. Yet even though he had witnessed the event, his face was still a mask of confusion. He was speechless for a long time, not even noticing that Wan Xian’Er had rushed out.

"Oh?"

High in the sky, thousands of meters above the Main Hall Square, Wan Xianlin’s narrowed eyes flashed with a brilliant light. He let out a sound of surprised curiosity, then chuckled. "It seems our Saint Heir is not so simple after all."

Cang Mei smiled at his words, but the profound shock in his expression wouldn’t fade. He nodded and said, "Not simple at all. Even an old man like me couldn’t see how he did it. Brother, did you?"

Wan Xianlin shook his head. "I couldn’t quite see it clearly. But in the instant that little fellow named Zhang Lie attacked, the Saint Heir first used the Thunder God Hall’s Furious Thunder Force. In the nick of time, he completed an instantaneous movement and easily dodged Zhang Lie’s waist-chop. His speed was so fast that even I found it a bit dazzling. But that’s not what’s most surprising. The most surprising part was his counter-attack."

"Indeed."

Cang Mei, Wan Xianzhong, and the other most senior Elders of the Ding Palace all nodded in agreement. The Third Elder, who had previously been disdainful of Mu Chen, now looked ashamed as he chimed in, "It was the counter-attack. The Saint Heir’s true Martial Arts Realm is clearly only that of a Four-Ring Emperor, yet in that instant of counter-attacking, he erupted with power approaching a Three-Ring Venerable. It’s simply unimaginable. And from the Saint Heir’s demeanor, that clearly wasn’t his strongest burst of power—it was just a casual strike. Also, I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but I felt like the Saint Heir’s body changed the moment he struck back."

Wan Xianlin chuckled. "Third Brother, your observation is quite meticulous. The Saint Heir’s body did indeed change. It was only for an instant, but I imagine Cang Mei saw it very clearly."

"What kind of change?" the other Elders asked one after another. They were now incredibly interested in Mu Chen, this boy who created miracles. Their own Martial Arts Realms were indeed slightly lower than those of Cang Mei, Wan Xianlin, and the Third Elder.

Cang Mei shook his head and smiled. "You clearly saw it too, yet you insist I be the one to say it. Fine, I’ll tell you. In the instant the Saint Heir counter-attacked, a ball of blue Fire Flame suddenly leaped from between his eyebrows. His hair instantly changed from Binglan to purple, and his right leg seemed to be covered in black armor that glinted with a metallic luster. As for what caused it, I can’t explain."

After hearing Cang Mei’s words, the six Elders all turned their gazes to Wan Xianlin. Their intention was obvious: they were seeking confirmation.

Wan Xianlin nodded. "It is just as Cang Mei said. The Saint Heir’s body did undergo those changes. I can’t explain the reason either."

As soon as he said this, the six Elders, including Wan Xianzhong, all sucked in a sharp breath of cold air. Their gazes shifted back down below.

...

Down below, after kicking Zhang Lie away, Mu Chen paid no mind to the surrounding silence. As if sensing something, he suddenly turned and extended his arms, catching Wan Xian’Er as she threw herself at him and gently pulling her into his embrace. He looked tenderly at Wan Xian’Er’s stunned little face and chuckled, "Little Fairy, I know you missed me, but this is a bit embarrassing."

Hearing this, Wan Xian’Er was both embarrassed and annoyed, her cheeks flushing red. She pushed with all her might, trying to break free from Mu Chen’s embrace, but how could Mu Chen let her succeed? No matter how she pushed and shoved, he wouldn’t let go.

After a few shoves, she realized she truly couldn’t move him and gave up with a sigh. She shot Mu Chen a fierce glare, then lowered her head and fell silent, looking just like a little girl sulking.

Seeing this, Mu Chen gave a wry smile. He gently removed the red veil from Wan Xian’Er’s head. Wan Xian’Er froze, looking at Mu Chen with some confusion, but she didn’t resist. Next, Mu Chen removed her hairpin. Wan Xian’Er’s coiled bun immediately came undone, and her long, soft hair cascaded down like a waterfall, reaching her back.

"What are you doing?"

Although she had no desire to speak to Mu Chen at that moment, her curiosity compelled her to ask for an explanation. To her surprise, Mu Chen simply stroked her long hair and said gently, "This is more like you. This is more like my Xian’Er."

That one short sentence completely shattered the firm facade Wan Xian’Er had put up. Tears streamed down her face as she began to frantically pound on Mu Chen’s chest.

"You jerk! You bastard! Do you have any idea what I’ve been through these past three years? Do you know how much pain I was in, all alone? You big jerk! *Sob*..."

Watching the white veil covering her face instantly become soaked with tears, the wet patches spreading; watching the mysterious veil gradually crumple as Wan Xian’Er’s small mouth opened and closed—Mu Chen’s heart suddenly ached with pain. Under the stunned gazes of everyone present, and to Wan Xian’Er’s own astonishment, he leaned in and fiercely kissed her parted, crimson lips.