Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

Suddenly, a soft, warm sensation enveloped her lips. Wan Xian’Er’s pupils constricted as her whole body went taut. In that instant, she even stopped breathing.

THUMP-THUMP... THUMP-THUMP...

Her heart felt as if it would leap from her chest. Wan Xian’Er’s beautiful eyes fluttered shut instinctively, and her tense body finally relaxed. Her hands, which had stopped on Mu Chen’s chest from her earlier pounding, now slid down to wrap tightly around his waist. The kiss went from passive to active. In front of so many people, Wan Xian’Er shamelessly poured out three years of longing and accumulated pain, completely ignoring the stunned expressions of everyone in the square.

In the air, all but Wan Xianlin and Wan Xianzhong looked away. The other six Elders gazed up at the sky. Cang Mei remarked with a complicated expression, "Young people these days are so bold. It seems we’re really getting old."

Wan Xianzhong was rendered even more speechless by these words. As he watched the two embracing tightly below, his face was a mask of pure jealousy. His glare toward Mu Chen turned incredibly hostile. He cursed inwardly, ’That damn brat... What’s done is done, but couldn’t he at least consider the time and place?! That’s my daughter, the one I toiled for twenty years to raise! The beast!’

Of course, Mu Chen was oblivious to Wan Xianzhong’s thoughts. He only reluctantly let go when Wan Xian’Er was on the verge of suffocating. Just as he was about to speak, the entire massive platform began to tremble violently. Mu Chen’s gaze turned cold as he snorted. ’He can still get up?’

Sure enough, just as Mu Chen’s gaze shifted to the huge crater where Zhang Lie had landed, a figure cloaked in Golden Elemental Power shot into the sky—it was Zhang Lie! He looked even more wretched than before. His breathing was ragged, his hair was a mess, and his mouth was full of blood. His clothes were shredded from the impact, and a large patch on his chest was stained crimson. His bloodshot, furious eyes locked onto Mu Chen. When he saw Mu Chen still holding Wan Xian’Er—the woman he considered his—with one arm, his rage became uncontrollable!!

"You ant! I’ll kill you!!"

With a roar, the long spear in Zhang Lie’s hand flashed with a cold light. Even from a great distance, Mu Chen could feel the almost tangible killing intent emanating from it.

Releasing his killing intent, Zhang Lie flung his hand, sending the spear into the air. The weapon trembled as Zhang Lie’s hands flew through a series of Seal Techniques. He poured out all the Gold Attribute Elemental Power from his body, transforming it into streams of golden energy that surged into the spear. As more and more of his Gold Attribute Elemental Power was infused, the killing intent radiating from the spear solidified. Eventually, this intent materialized into a massive, nearly five-hundred-meter-tall black phantom! The phantom was humanoid and wore a black robe. It gripped the Holy Spear Evil Soul with both hands. Driven by the sheer killing intent, a spectral scythe nearly a thousand meters long materialized around the spear!

An aura of death, as if from the depths of hell, instantly permeated the entire Main Hall Square. It felt as if they had stepped into a Chaos Scene straight out of hell. A bloody haze spread across the sky, and everyone was gripped by terror. Even Tuoba Rui put down his wine cup and shot to his feet, his face pale as he stared at the enormous phantom. He roared, "That kid Zhang Lie is insane! To activate a Holy Weapon Secret Technique, he’s willing to pay the price of damaging his Dao Realm!"

Yu Wen Tuo stared at Wan Xian’Er and gritted his teeth. "Is that the Secret Technique of that Sacred Weapon? Can it be... Death God’s Descent?!"