Saint Sovereign of Nine Heavens

Chen Yu's eyes were suddenly filled with a bloody flame as the Bloodfire Eye Technique was activated.    

    

Under the effect of the Bloodfire Eye Technique, Chen Yu looked at the disciples in front of him who were activating the Sword Tooth Tiger Spiritual Soul and the fire attribute aura.    

    

The bloody light condensed at the edge of his palm and cut down like a knife. It emitted a sharp blade intent.    

    

The Dragon Head Peak disciple's face was filled with anger. The Sword Tooth Tiger Spiritual Soul of the low-grade earth-step was roaring, it was extremely powerful.    

    

However, the blood flame in Chen Yu's eyes flickered continuously, and under his senses that had become sharper, he was able to clearly see the gaps and weakness in the Spiritual Dipper's flow.    

    

The Saber Intent was able to level the waves. It was indeed the Wave Slaying Sabre.    

    

The blade aura clashed against the saber-toothed tiger, the saber-toothed tiger's body suddenly split apart, Chen Yu's astral form also shattered, but that was enough, his palm blade had already struck the arm of the Dragon Head Peak disciple, a powerful force exploded out, causing the bones of the Dragon Head Peak disciple's arm to shatter, as he vomited blood and flew backwards.    

    

The Saber-Toothed Tiger Spiritual Soul split into two and flew past Chen Yu. However, Chen Yu was not affected at all. His feet lightly touched the ground and he twisted his body in the air.    

    

"Damn it!" Zong Zhen chased again, but he had no choice but to face the Saber-Toothed Tiger Spiritual Soul. Waving his arm, he slapped the Saber-Toothed Tiger Spiritual Soul to the side, and a sword appeared out of nowhere in his hand. He thrusted at Chen Yu in the air, and the sword aura condensed into a line that extended endlessly, all the way to Chen Yu's back.    

    

Chen Yu only felt a sharp sword intent lock onto him. This sword intent was like silk, yet it was extremely sharp. It could be said to be rare.    

    

Silk Sword, a secret technique that does not pass down Dragon Head Peak, a type of sacred art.    

    

"Interesting!" Chen Yu felt threatened while he was still in the air.    

    

Zong Zhen quickly chased after Chen Yu, the tip of the Spirit Sword in his right hand was still pointed at Chen Yu, while his left hand was holding onto the sword technique. As the sword technique changed, the line of sword aura that was thrusting towards Chen Yu suddenly changed direction and continued to pierce towards Chen Yu.    

    

Wu Tie spun his body in midair and faced the sword aura. With a flick of his finger, a strand of finger aura shot out, striking right at Zong Zhen's sword aura.    

    

When the two clashed, Chen Yu's finger aura was broken and the thin sword aura was also destroyed by it, but as Zong Zhen's sword technique changed, the sword aura continued to shoot towards Chen Yu. Compared to the destroyed sword aura, the remaining sword aura seemed to have an endless line, after it was cut in half, the sword aura quickly followed up.    

    

It was obvious that Zong Zhen was not an ordinary swordsman. He was not someone that Chen Yu could easily destroy.    

    

"Kill!" The remaining two Dragon Head Peak disciples also took action, their Spiritual Soul breaking through the air and rushing towards Chen Yu.    

    

Chen Yu flicked his finger again and another strand of Astral Energy was shot out by him, shattering Zong Zhen's sword threads. At the same time, his body twisted like the wind and he moved horizontally.    

    

The two Spiritual Soul missed and changed directions to attack. The silk-like sword aura drew an arc in the air like a shadow following Zong Zhen's Imperial Censor.    

    

Chen Yu also thought it was a bit troublesome and inwardly lamented that Ruling Spirit Sect was a sect with an extraordinary heritage. If one could cultivate this Silk Sword to a profound level, as long as a martial practitioner could reach the Deity Entering Stage, it would be an extremely powerful ability.    

    

If Yi Lian had not underestimated Chen Yu, Chen Yu would not have been able to survive such a sword move.    

    

In the air, Chen Yu suddenly turned back at a small angle after being chased back a few dozen feet by the sword threads.    

    

The sword threads that were chasing Chen Yu also turned and drew an arc.    

    

The corner of Chen Yu's mouth lifted slightly. His body had only moved three feet away before it turned again.    

    

The sword thread changed its trajectory again and headed towards Chen Yu. However, Chen Yu suddenly changed directions again.    

    

The Wind Transformation Movement was pushed to its limit by Chen Yu, leaving behind an afterimage. His figure kept changing directions, moving back and forth in a radius of dozens of feet, his speed was like lightning, in less than ten seconds he had moved twenty times.    

    

Under Chen Yu's movement technique, the two Spiritual Soul that were chasing Chen Yu failed frequently, and even collided with each other, causing the two Spiritual Soul to affect each other and reducing their power.    

    

The sword threads kept chasing after Chen Yu in the air. Zong Zhen's face turned pale as he kept performing sword techniques with his left hand.    

    

This method of condensing the sword aura into threads was a technique that compressed the power of the astral sword to the extreme. The speed at which one's soul was consumed was far faster than ordinary martial arts or divine abilities. Under the guidance of Chen Yu's Wind Transformation Movement, Zong Zhen's control of the sword threads had already reached the limit.    

    

However, he was unwilling to stop, because once he did, all his previous efforts would be in vain.    

    

All of a sudden, the sword threads twisted into a ball and suddenly shattered, falling down powerlessly. It was just that Zong Zhen could no longer control the sword threads and was unable to continue.    

    

Zong Zhen's expression was extremely ugly as he watched the sword threads break.    

    

"Zong Zhen, you're too weak!" Chen Yu laughed loudly and said, "Your spiritual will isn't enough to support you controlling the sword threads and pestering the enemy. If you can refine more than ten sword threads and attack me at the same time, you'll be able to pose a threat to me!"    

    

Zong Zhen clenched his teeth, and threw out a punch. The fist aura turned into a galloping horse, resonating with his Dragon Horse Spiritual Soul, it was tyrannical and strong.    

    

"It's time to end this!" Chen Yu suddenly stopped and said: "Originally, I wanted to use you guys to train the martial arts I learned, but you guys are too weak so it won't work. How boring!"    

    

As he spoke, Chen Yu punched out.    

    

Aung Ang    

    

Three consecutive sounds of Dragon Roaring Sound rang out and a dragon of astral energy appeared. It flew out from Chen Yu's arm as if it came from the ancient wilderness, domineering and vast, looking down at the world from a disdainful angle.    

    

Chen Yu mobilized all the energy in his body, only the Spirit Vortex in his dantian was suppressed by the Star Soul and there was no movement.    

    

The twenty or so blood flames hidden in his right arm were used simultaneously to dye this Astral Qi dragon red.    

    

When the Howling Dragon Fist made three roars, it had an unstoppable momentum. Chen Yu's imposing manner soared crazily, making him extremely terrifying.    

    

The Astral Qi Rude Dragon swallowed the two Spiritual Soul s whole. The two Earth Stage Spiritual Soul wailed and their form suddenly became pale. The blood colored aura of the dragon was still overbearing as it charged towards Zong Zhen's horse.    

    

The expressions of all the Dragon Head Peak disciples, including Zong Zhen, changed simultaneously.    

    

They were also talented martial artists that had fought their way out of the 72 Cities, but facing the vast might of this fist strike, their hearts were unable to compete with it. They only felt that the spiritual energy in their bodies had become sluggish, as if there was an extra barrier blocking them.    

    

BOOM *    

    

Zong Zhen's punch aura was like a thin piece of paper that was torn apart by the Spirit Qi Blood Dragon. The Spirit Qi Blood Dragon rushed towards Zong Zhen while the vast Blood Spirit Qi engulfed his body.    

    

The powerful Spiritual Dipper s surrounding Zong Zhen's body rotated, but it still shattered in an instant. His fist, as if hit by a huge hammer, flew backwards while groaning like a kite with its string cut.    

    

At the same time, his Dragon Horse Spiritual Soul enveloped his body and fused together with his body, bringing about a strong defense. However, the moment it was hit by the astral aura Blood Dragon, it dimmed and disappeared back into his body.    

    

Jiang Heng's eyes were exceptionally bright as they lit up.    

    

Lin Ji's mouth was wide open as his face twitched in disbelief.    

    

Peng, Zong Zhen's figure fell onto the ground.    

    

The Blood Dragon that submerged Zong Zhen also transformed into refined gale energy. In the gale energy, the blood-red flame that was like a lotus flower turned into a stream of light and flew towards Chen Yu, returning to his body.    

    

To Chen Yu, the Blood Flame Tyrant Spell that had reached this stage was his lifeblood essence and had a spiritual nature.    

    

Chen Yu's body flashed, and threw a punch and palm at the two remaining Dragon Head Peak disciples. The two of them no longer had any fighting spirit, they panicked and were sent flying by Chen Yu.    

    

Looking around the field, Chen Yu looked a little sour and said: "Get lost. Next time, come find trouble and find some stronger people!"    

    

In the end, Zong Zhen was at the peak of the sixth level of Spirit Accumulation Stage. Even though his body was severely injured, he was not dead yet.    

    

With that, Zong Zhen walked down the mountain unsteadily.    

    

A few Dragon Head Peak disciples who were still conscious hurriedly carried their unconscious comrades and left the mountain in a panic.    

    

Chen Yu could not help but shake his head. He still wanted to borrow the hands of Zong Zhen and the others to hone his numerous martial arts, but it was of little use.    

    

In his battle with Zong Zhen, Chen Yu did not even use his Broken Sword s. Adding to the fact that the Spirit Vortex had restricted at least sixty percent of his True Divine Spirit Qi, it could be said that even though he had released three roars from the Howling Dragon Fist, he had only used less than half of his strength.    

    

"Senior Brother Chen!" Jiang Heng walked over and asked: "You have yet to reach Spirit Accumulation Stage, how can you be so strong?"    

    

Chen Yu shook his head and said, "Senior Jiang, three years ago, you said that you would spar with me after the mountain is sealed. Are you still coming?"    

    

Jiang Heng's face stiffened, and after a while, he shook his head and said: "Forget it, you are a monster, my Spiritual Dipper would not be able to harm you at all, and if you get close, any random palm or punch would be unbearable!"    

    

Lin Ji had a complicated expression on his face as he stared at Chen Yu, speechless for a long time.    

    

Time passed. In the blink of an eye, half a month had gone by.    

    

In this period of time, Chen Yu originally thought that Dragon Head Peak and some other disciples from the peak of the mountain would come to look for trouble. However, the Polar Extreme Peak had always been very calm, and other than Wen Congann, no one else had come.    

    

"Is Master Chen Yu here?" On this day, Chen Yu heard a familiar voice coming from outside the yard.    

    

When Liu walked out of the courtyard, he saw a handsome young man with a jade-like face standing outside the courtyard. Behind him, there was a young man with a calm expression and extraordinary bearing.    

    

Gongsun Hao, Ye Qing.    

    

"You're here?" Gazing at these two old friends, Chen Yu revealed a smile. He opened his arms wide and gave them a bear hug.    

    

"Half a year ago, we already entered the inner court. It's just that we've just chosen the peak of the mountain, it's not easy to find you here!" Gongsun Hao said with a laugh, "I thought that I was only two years behind you, and after hearing of your news in this period of time, I found out that you had been behind by a lot. Eh, you are still in the ninth level of the Heavenly Astral Stage, and have yet to break through the Spirit Accumulation Stage?"    

    

"I've met with some trouble in my cultivation!" Chen Yu's smile did not decrease as he sized the two of them up and said: "Spirit Accumulation Stage? You all broke through your Spirit Accumulation Stage? "    

    

"Hmm, I guess I was lucky!" Ye Qing said, "Seems like Brother Chen has indeed encountered some trouble. Even with your talent, you are still unable to break through the shackles of the Void Spirit Body?"    

    

"Yeah, it's quite troublesome!" Chen Yu answered frankly and led the two into the hall. He got water and made tea for the guests.