Eternal Immortal Clan: It All Started When I Married My Junior Sister!

Xu Sen narrowed his eyes, the killing intent within them growing increasingly intense: ”Legends say this Physique is impervious to all arts, its body achieving sainthood. If he’s allowed to grow, where in the Northern Domain would there be a place for us?”

”We can’t hold back any longer!”

Mo Yuan roared, his entire person suddenly merging into the blood sea beneath his feet.

The next moment, a hundred-zhang-tall crimson giant rose from the sea.

This giant’s face somewhat resembled Mo Yuan’s, its entire body emanating a nauseating bloody stench.

It raised a fist the size of a millstone, carrying a world-destroying momentum,

and smashed it down toward Chen Xu’s head.

”Die!”

Simultaneously, Xu Sen also unleashed his killing move.

The feathered fan in his hand suddenly exploded, transforming into thousands of cyan feathers.

These feathers rapidly assembled in the air, actually forming a huge cyan net.

Completely sealing off the space within a hundred zhang radius where Chen Xu stood.

A situation of certain death.

A heavenly net above, a blood demon’s giant fist below.

Chen Xu raised his head, looking at the rapidly approaching giant fist.

The indifference in his eyes finally rippled slightly.

”Somewhat interesting.”

He murmured softly. The Everlasting Green sword in his hand suddenly emitted a clear, melodious sword cry... In that instant, heaven and earth seemed to stand still.

The Primordial Chaos Nascent Soul within Chen Xu’s body abruptly opened its eyes. A vast, ancient Aura surged through his Meridians and into the sword.

The originally emerald-green sword body suddenly turned transparent.

Inside, it seemed as if an ever-flowing green river was coursing.

”Everlasting Green, one year’s withering, one year’s flourishing.”

Chen Xu chanted softly. He didn’t perform any earth-shattering slashing motion, only gently placed the sword horizontally before his chest, then slowly pushed it outward.

Hum—

A green ripple, not dazzling and even somewhat gentle, spread outward from Chen Xu as its center.

This ripple seemed to have no killing power, like a spring breeze brushing over water.

But when it touched the descending crimson giant fist, something terrifying happened.

The crimson giant, condensed from Mo Yuan’s essence blood, upon contacting the green ripple,

didn’t explode violently, but instead began—to age.

The originally fresh, blood-red liquid rapidly turned dull, blackened, like blood that had rotted for millions of years.

The giant’s full muscles began to shrivel and atrophy.

Finally, it transformed into a sky full of flying ash, drifting down in a flurry.

”Ah—! My Origin!”

A shrill, miserable scream came from the void.

That crimson giant was connected to his life and cultivation. Its destruction now was like having a chunk of flesh carved out of him.

Mo Yuan’s figure tumbled out from the blood sea in disarray.

His already withered body was now so thin it was skin and bones, his hair instantly turning completely white.

But it wasn’t over yet.

That green ripple continued to spread, colliding with the cyan net Xu Sen had laid.

Those tough threads formed from the Magic Treasure feathers were like fragile, withered grass before the green light.

They collapsed upon mere contact, all their spirituality stripped away in an instant.

The originally treasure-light-emanating feathers turned into mundane objects.

Clattering as they fell to the ground.

Xu Sen’s face turned deathly pale. A mouthful of rebellious blood sprayed out, his whole body shuddering as if struck by lightning.

He retreated dozens of steps before stabilizing his stance.

Staring at the seemingly ordinary ancient sword in Chen Xu’s hand, his eyes were full of shock: ”This Law... this Aura... This isn’t a Heaven-Piercing Spirit Treasure! This is... this is an Emperor’s Weapon!”

”An Emperor’s Weapon?!”

Mo Yuan, spitting blood on the ground, trembled violently upon hearing these two words.

His eyeballs nearly popped out.

In the Spirit Realm, what did an Emperor’s Weapon represent?

It was a vessel of the Great Dao, the materialization of rules.

Possessing an Emperor’s Weapon meant having the capital to challenge those above one’s stage.

They never imagined that this Chen Xu,

actually held in his hand such a great killing weapon, one that could drive the entire Spirit Realm mad!

”Correct guess.”

Chen Xu, sword in hand, stepped upon the void, walking step by step toward the two.

With each step, a cyan lotus flower bloomed in the space beneath his feet.