Overriding the Heaven

Looking at the short man in front of him whose upper and lower body were simultaneously flowing with liquid, Chu Yan frowned.    

He raised his hand, trying to kill the man.    

But... This guy was too dirty.    

After hesitating for a moment, Chu Yan put his hand down, and turned back to the female zombie's ashes.    

If Chu Yan was controlling this body, he would not hesitate to cut off this shorty's head.    

This was because His Highness Chu's rule was to first chop off the head when confirming that the other party was an enemy, and then sit down and talk slowly.    

But now, the one who had taken over the body was relying on his status and not doing so.    

However, this should only be an explanation he gave himself in his heart.    

In fact, the reason was — he hated being dirty.    

Walking towards the ashes left behind by the female zombie, an invisible wave of air blew fiercely.    

In an instant, the ashes on the ground disappeared.    

This also meant that the female zombie, who had existed for more than twenty thousand years and could become the ancestor of many zombies, had completely vanished into thin air.    

After the ashes were blown away, the palm-sized cadaveric nucleus was revealed.    

Within the cadaveric nucleus, a blood-red light flowed.    

Without a doubt, this was a great boon.    

Previously, Chu Yan did not pick it up because he felt that it was useless against him.    

However, he came back because he felt that the original owner of this body would be in great need.    

However, just as he reached out his hand, preparing to grab the cadaveric nucleus, a cold glint of blade light came out from behind him, and then, it was placed horizontally in front of Chu Yan's neck.    

At the same time, Qian Cheng's voice came out from behind Chu Yan. "I did not expect that there would be a big fish like you hidden within a group of small shrimps."    

Qian Cheng was very pleased with himself at the moment.    

Although he wasn't sure exactly what had happened here.    

But Li Mo, Ma Cheng and the others were all dead, and only the disciple called Chu Yan was still alive and well.    

Adding to the fact that Chu Yan had pressed Li Mo down to the side of the ship with just one move on the warship, Qian Cheng came to a conclusion: This Chu Yan must definitely be a disciple who possessed a great fortuitous encounter, to the point that his strength far surpassed a disciple of the same level.    

This kind of cultivator should have been fought for by the Purple Wei Sect to the best of their abilities.    

But at this moment, in Qian Cheng's eyes, it was an exceptionally pity.    

Who told you to get involved in this mission?    

What a pity, yet another genius died before he could even mature.    

Qian Cheng did not try to conceal his killing intent.    

Behind him, the short man's mouth was wide open, as if trying to remind him of something.    

However, due to his extreme shock, the short man's mouth gaped in an unimaginable manner, but no sound came out.    

At this moment, in the short man's eyes, Qian Cheng's destiny which belonged to him slowly dissipated, as if he was being strangled.    

And in front of Qian Cheng, the short man could not see his fate for Chu Yan, who was currently facing away from the two of them.    

But he could see a picture.    

As far as the eye could see, the pitch-black sea set off stormy waves one after another. Large white bones and corpses floated in the sea.    

These bones and skeletons were all incomparably large, larger than the short man had imagined.    

And the most terrifying thing was that in the air above the sea, a white bone throne was currently burning with dark green flames.    

Immemorial, savage, vast, terrifying, sinister, desperate, calamity, and all sorts of auras came from the grand figure that could faintly be seen from the white bone throne.    

This was a great figure that could hold history in his hands!    

How could a short man have the qualifications to observe such a person's destiny?    

As if feeling the short man's fear, the white bone throne slowly turned around.    

The short one was still unable to see clearly who was sitting on top of the white bone throne.    

Because the instant the white bone throne turned around, his soul itself was annihilated.    

His soul didn't even have the ability to directly face that figure.    

In the real world, the short man's body violently convulsed. His eyes rolled back as his body slanted to the side and he fell to the ground, dead.    

However, Qian Cheng knew nothing about this at the moment.    

He was still lamenting, "Alright, although I don't know how you did it, but you did help me solve a lot of problems.    

In that case, as thanks, I'll just give you a quick death. "    

With that said, the blade beam in his hand immediately slashed towards Chu Yan's neck.    

The blade in Qian Cheng's hand had been pressing down on Chu Yan's neck to begin with.    

According to his expectations, with just a slight movement, the sharp spirit weapon should be able to easily cut off Chu Yan's neck.    

But just at that moment, Qian Cheng was shocked to realize that he could not move his blade at all!    

It was as if the longblade was stuck in midair, unable to move at all!    

Qian Cheng's eyes immediately flashed with a bewildered expression.    

Could it be that female zombie was not dead?    

This was the first possibility that emerged in his mind.    

It was also in Qian Cheng's opinion, the greatest possibility.    

That female zombie didn't die, the Chu Yan he saw now was only an illusion.    

But at this moment, he saw Chu Yan, who was bent over, slowly stand up straight.    

The Spirit Weapon around Chu Yan's neck was shattered into pieces with a light flick of the tip of his finger.    

Qian Cheng's breath tightened.    

"I had originally thought that you had snuck up on me because you wanted to do something. Turns out you're just talking a bunch of nonsense."    

Chu Yan's voice sounded.    

Qian Cheng's scalp was numb.    

He felt all the blood in his body rushing to his brain.    

The unprecedented pressure almost caused him to collapse on the spot.    

With Qian Cheng's current status as a fifth rate disciple, he didn't have the qualifications to meet the Emperor Taiqing in the Purple Wei Sect.    

But at this moment, Qian Cheng felt that the pressure he could feel when he was facing the Emperor Taiqing was probably just like that.    

At this moment, Qian Cheng's heart skipped a beat.    

After all, he was an expert of the celestial mood stage, an existence that was honored by the name of Master.    

Although his heart had almost stopped beating due to fright, his body's instinct still helped Qian Cheng decisively release the sword in his hand. As he quickly retreated, he condensed the powerful sacred art.    

"Burning Heaven Blood Sea!"    

He slapped out his palm, and in an instant, the blood and fire turned into a huge wave, sweeping towards Chu Yan in a spiral.    

At this moment, a deafening roar exploded in the surrounding space, melting and collapsing from the heat of the flames.    

When Qian Cheng, who was constantly retreating, saw that within the blood and flames, Chu Yan's figure was constantly getting further and further away and that he was about to be engulfed, he finally relaxed a little bit and even turned around to take a look. How far away was he from reaching the exit of the tunnel?    

But this relaxation, when he turned his head again, was over.    

In the middle of a ring formed by blood and fire, Qian Cheng slowly turned around.    

It was only now that he realized that Chu Yan's eyes were actually covered by darkness that was like ink.    

Then, Qian Cheng saw, as if he did not care about the blood and fire that were gushing towards him, Qian Cheng raised his arm and spat out a word indifferently, "You want to leave?"