Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

Yu Wen Tuo stared at the black phantom in the sky, gritting his teeth. "Is this the Secret Technique of that Sacred Weapon? Could it be... Death God’s Descent?!"

"Death God’s Descent?" Tuoba Rui abruptly drew the bandage-wrapped Giant Blade from his back and said grimly, "That’s a fitting description. Although we don’t need to worry about real danger in the Ding Palace, we’ll still get hurt if we’re caught in the shockwave of this Sacred Weapon Secret Technique. You’d better use some kind of protection."

Yu Wen Tuo didn’t reply. For some reason, he felt the expression on the blue-haired man holding Wan Xian’Er was far too calm. Aside from a brief moment of shock after seeing the black phantom, he seemed completely unconcerned. That was especially true now. While everyone else was terrified, he was still whispering something to Wan Xian’Er.

In the air, Wan Xianzhong frowned and said, "Father, Zhang Lie seems to have lost his mind. Activating a Sacred Weapon Secret Technique in this situation... Not only will everyone in the Main Hall Square be affected, but even Xian’Er will be in danger. Should we intervene?"

Wan Xianlin shook his head. "Let’s wait and see. The power of a Sacred Weapon Secret Technique is immense, but Elder An is presiding below. He’ll stop it immediately if anything goes wrong. Besides, haven’t you seen what the Saint Heir is doing? He doesn’t care about the Sacred Weapon Secret Technique at all. I’m actually quite curious to see what shocking new ability he’ll reveal this time."

After hearing this, Wan Xianzhong silently agreed. ’Just as Father said, even if there’s a problem, isn’t Elder An presiding over things? And even if Elder An can’t react in time, the eight of us are so close. Stopping it would be no problem at all. I also want to see just how powerful this Saint Heir really is!’

...

Below, Mu Chen and Wan Xian’Er’s eyes met.

"Xian’Er, stay here for a moment. I’m going to take care of this nuisance."

As he spoke, Mu Chen guided Wan Xian’Er onto the top of the Profound Jade Box. Although it was only half a meter long, it was still enough for both of them to stand. But just as Mu Chen turned to leave, Wan Xian’Er grabbed him and said worriedly, "Mu Chen, that’s a Sacred Weapon Secret Technique! You... you..."

Mu Chen gently squeezed her warm hand and smiled. "Don’t you know me by now? I never do anything I’m not confident about. Besides, I’m your husband."

Wan Xian’Er’s face flushed slightly at his words. She chided, "Who’s your wife? You shameless bastard!"

Mu Chen laughed, but as he turned, the smile on his face instantly turned to ice. ’This Zhang Lie has truly infuriated me! I could forgive the taunts outside the Main Hall. I could even overlook the way he looked at Xian’Er. When he spouted that arrogant nonsense at her, I only gave him a light punishment using the power of a Three-Ring Martial Venerable.’

’But now, this bastard is unleashing a Sacred Weapon Secret Technique with such palpable killing intent right in front of me and Xian’Er. If it were only aimed at me, I wouldn’t care. But this technique includes Xian’Er in its range!’

’One can survive a disaster from the heavens, but not one of their own making!’

"Ice Extreme Demon Pupils!"

Under countless watchful eyes, Mu Chen’s perpetually narrowed eyes snapped open. A violet-blue light erupted from them, and his ice-blue pupils, patterned like ice flowers, began to spin rapidly. In Mu Chen’s mind, the entire world transformed. It was common knowledge that a person activating a Secret Technique was protected by it, entering a brief state of invincibility!

However, this state of invincibility had its limits and weaknesses. If an opponent was vastly stronger than the one using the Secret Technique, they could shatter the protective barrier with a single punch. Conversely, if an opponent wasn’t that much stronger but found a weak point in the technique’s protection, they could still shatter the barrier.

And right now, Mu Chen had both advantages. With the discerning power of his Ice Extreme Demon Pupils, any barrier would reveal its weakest point to him. Furthermore, thanks to a Secret Technique he had comprehended with Xiaohai over the past year, he could momentarily boost his explosive power to the level of a Fourth-Ring or even a Five-Ring Martial Venerable during an attack or defense.

However, this Secret Technique had a major bottleneck. In fact, back when Mu Chen first broke through to the Emperor Realm and comprehended this technique with Xiaohai, he could already unleash the explosive power of a Fourth-Ring Martial Venerable for an instant—no worse than his Illusion Spirit Fusion. Now, six months had passed, and his Martial Arts Realm had reached the Fourth-Ring Martial Emperor level. With Illusion Spirit Fusion, he even had the power to fight a Five-Ring Martial Venerable. But as his Martial Arts Realm advanced, the power of his Illusion Spirit Fusion grew stronger, while the explosive power from this other Secret Technique refused to increase. It seemed to have hit a ceiling at the Fourth Ring, as if it was permanently stuck there.

And this was the Secret Technique he and Xiaohai called Blast Element Fusion!

His mind clear, Mu Chen looked up at Zhang Lie’s crazed expression. He leaped into the air, leaving the giant black box for the first time, and shot straight toward Zhang Lie. Everyone’s eyes were locked on this scene.

"What is he doing? Don’t tell me he’s trying to interrupt the Secret Technique?"

"Impossible. Activating a Secret Technique grants a near-invincible state. Unless you’re vastly stronger, there’s no chance of interrupting it."

"Then his actions..."

"Can only be called an attempt."

Hearing the discussion below, Mu Chen sneered. ’An attempt? I’m not here to "attempt" anything!’ "Xiaohai!"

"Let’s go, Master!"

The moment the voice faded, Mu Chen’s speed exploded, and his body began to transform. A ball of ethereal blue flame shot from between his eyebrows, pulsing with a potent Life Aura. Jet-black Arm Armor spread instantly from his right shoulder down to his fingertips. Simultaneously, his long, ice-blue hair shifted into a noble purple. On either side of his head, two jet-black, metallic-sheened Dragon Horns jutted out like blades. The terrifying Primordial Power that had vanished moments ago erupted from him once more.