Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

"A Fourth-Ring Martial Emperor?! Impossible?!"

Zhou Wangchen roared, the Steel Claws in his hands extending once more.

"Cross Rip!!"

Primordial Power surged. Zhou Wangchen’s figure flashed, vanishing into the fabric of spacetime. In the next instant, space shattered as he reappeared right in front of Mu Chen! He refused to believe it! He refused to believe a Four-Ring Emperor could break his attack so easily!!

But! Just as his Steel Claws, imbued with the might of the Saint Realm, lunged to tear him apart, the corner of Mu Chen’s mouth curled upward. "You’re right," he said playfully. "A Fourth-Ring Martial Emperor couldn’t do it. So... what about a fellow Saint?"

HUMMM!!

Suddenly, two humming sounds emanated from beneath Mu Chen’s feet! His four purple Martial Rings began to dissipate out of thin air, one by one. First went the outermost ring, the symbol of a Fourth-Ring Emperor, followed by the third, the mark of a Third-Ring Martial Emperor. However, the instant the third ring vanished, the remaining two at his feet erupted in a blinding purple light, turning from purple to silver in a heartbeat! A Venerable in one second!!

An even more massive cyclone of extreme cold erupted from Mu Chen, blasting Zhou Wangchen away and, in the blink of an eye, coating the entire open-air platform and the Yuelai Guest House in a thick layer of ice!

The second silver Martial Ring, representing a Two-Ring Martial Venerable, dissipated as well. Finally, only a single Golden Martial Ring remained! Yes! It was that rumored, dazzling gold! The gold representing the Saint Realm! A First-Ring Martial Saint!!

At that moment, the extreme cold energy outside Mu Chen’s body WHOOSHED, transforming into a blue tornado that surged madly into him. Countless motes of ice bloomed into dazzling Ice Crystal Petals as eight blood-red ones materialized from nothing. A pair of huge Ice Dragon wings unfurled from his back. A persistent cold mist began to emanate from his body, shrouding his surroundings in an impenetrable mystery!

"This... this has to be a trick."

Chu Aoqing, who had been standing behind Mu Chen all along, finally couldn’t help but whisper. What on earth was she seeing? A First-Ring Martial Saint! Such palpable Primordial Power! Such a convincing cultivation realm! All displayed so vividly before her! And yet, no matter what, she just couldn’t believe that was Mu Chen.

’You! Who are you, really?!’

A giant question mark formed in Chu Aoqing’s mind, one that refused to fade!

Zhou Wangchen, meanwhile, had recovered from his shock, his composure returning instantly. He flicked his pair of Steel Claws, their cold glint flashing under the cool moonlight. But this time, he didn’t attack rashly. The reason was simple: though they were both First-Ring Martial Saints, his opponent was a rare Ice Attribute Martial Artist, while he was merely an ordinary one. If he made the first move recklessly, he would undoubtedly be the one at a disadvantage!

Seeing Zhou Wangchen’s gaze turn cautious, Mu Chen sneered, "Not coming at me? In that case, I won’t hold back."

With a wicked smile, Mu Chen suddenly extended his right arm and pointed a finger at Zhou Wangchen. Azure Primordial Power of extreme cold instantly coiled around his fingertip. As he did so, the Profound Old Ghost’s gentle voice echoed in Mu Chen’s mind, ’Xiao Chenzi, feel this well. This is the complete Profound Nether Finger created by your Master.’

’The complete Profound Nether Finger?’

Mu Chen, whose consciousness had taken a backseat, grew instantly excited. His eyes were glued to the Profound Old Ghost’s movements, his soul constantly striving to comprehend the flow of Primordial Power.

"Xuanming Three Fingers! Ice Seal Finger!!"

WHOOSH!!

With a sharp cry, a beam of pure, ice-blue light crossed the distance to Zhou Wangchen in an instant, moving at a speed that seemed to transcend space and time! Zhou Wangchen’s face paled in terror, and he tried to teleport away, but the moment he turned, the stunned expression on his face froze solid!

Space itself... had been frozen!

BAM!!

As expected, Zhou Wangchen was a sitting duck. The Profound Nether Finger’s power erupted in a direct hit. In a single instant, a massive Ice Mountain shot up from the ground, completely freezing Zhou Wangchen within it, his terrified expression locked in place!

But the frozen moment lasted only for a split second! After all, Zhou Wangchen was a Martial Saint; it was impossible for a mere Ice Mountain to hold him. A moment later, huge cracks began to spiderweb across the Ice Mountain’s surface, and it looked ready to crumble.

"Trying to get out?" Mu Chen sneered, lowering his arm to point a finger at the ground. He called out sharply, "Xuanming Three Fingers! Nether Dragon Finger!!"

WHOOSH!!

Another beam of pure, ice-blue light shot from his fingertip, but this time, its target wasn’t Zhou Wangchen, but the space directly beneath the Ice Mountain. The beam sank into the fabric of space, and a massive, ice-blue Array Map materialized.

A resounding dragon’s cry echoed from the Array Map, immediately followed by a colossal, ice-blue Giant Dragon bursting forth. It slithered through the air toward the fracturing Ice Mountain, spiraling around it from base to peak.

ROOOAR!!

With a thunderous roar, the dragon’s long body erupted in a dazzling blue light. Then, before Chu Aoqing’s very eyes, the massive dragon’s form constricted violently, clamping down on the fractured Ice Mountain like a set of shackles. Now, not only had the mountain not shattered, but it was also encircled by a giant Ice Crystal dragon! It had become unbelievably solid!

But just as Chu Aoqing thought the battle was over, Mu Chen raised his finger once more. A violet light flashed in his eerie, purple Snake Pupils as he growled, "Xuanming Three Fingers! Silent Extinction Finger!!"

He pointed one finger to the sky. The ice-blue aura around it instantly dissipated, replaced by intertwining bolts of black lightning. Arcs of electricity surged as black lightning shot toward the heavens. In the wake of the ice-blue Array Map, a pitch-black one materialized above the Ice Mountain, crackling and thundering.

"Farewell!" Mu Chen chuckled darkly. His finger slashed downwards as he uttered a single, indifferent word, "Descend!"

The moment the word left his lips, innumerable black lightning bolts descended with a deafening roar. Like the scythes of a silent, annihilating hell, they instantly shredded the massive Ice Mountain to pieces!

It was all over in a flash. If the first two moves were merely seals, then the final one was the true killing blow! The instant the black Thunder Light appeared, Chu Aoqing’s heart hammered in her chest. A wave of unprecedented fear washed over her, originating in her mind and spreading through her entire body!

’This... just what is this power?!’

But even as the question arose in Chu Aoqing’s mind, Mu Chen was already hearing the very same answer echo within his own Sea of Souls!

’This is... the power of the Thunder Tribulation...’