Chapter 82

Second Update!

The Yin River water surged and roared, like a black dragon of rage spanning the sky, roaring and surging as if it wanted to sweep everything away, crush it, and obliterate it.

In the eyes of the crowd, Chen Xi was like a blade of grass or a floating duckweed in the great black river, drifting aimlessly, with the possibility of being overturned and destroyed by the waves at any moment.

The situation was perilous!

"His Majesty is indeed formidable. Such a technique is like the power to move mountains and boil seas; that boy is surely doomed."

"Of course, His Majesty has dominated the Howling Moon Ridge for countless years. Have you ever seen anyone hurt even a single hair on His Majesty? I knew from the moment that boy appeared that he would not escape death this time!"

Within a hundred miles, a group of great and small demons watched the battle in the sky with amazement, becoming even more convinced that the human youth had no chance of turning the tide under the tidal Dao intent of the Kunpeng King.

The noise of discussion also reached the mountain's interior.

Du Qingxi and the others' expressions became extremely anxious. If it weren't for rescuing them, Chen Xi wouldn't have ended up in such a situation.

He shouldn't die!

"This guy is actually going to lose? It's really infuriating. If I had known, it would have been better not to come. Giving people hope and then disappointing them, do all men like to show off and mess around?" Murong Wei screamed, her beautiful face twisted.

"Indeed, it's disappointing. I thought he could turn the tide, but it turns out he's just a piece of mud that can't be propped up. Sigh." Cang Bin echoed, sighing endlessly.

"What did you say! Say it again, you damn scoundrel!" Duanmu Ze roared in anger, unable to believe that there could be such shameless people in the world.

"Don't waste your energy on them. What's the point of getting angry with such shameless people?" Song Lin said slowly.

Du Qingxi did not speak, but in her heart, she despised Murong Wei and Cang Bin to the extreme and was too lazy to argue with them.

...

"Huh!"

"There's a change!"

Under the watchful eyes of many, Chen Xi, surrounded by black waves in the distant sky, suddenly stopped his movements and no longer resisted!

"What is that boy doing?" The Fox King of Qingshu furrowed his brows. With his keen eyesight, he could see that Chen Xi not only gave up resistance but also closed his eyes.

The nearby Black-eyed Old Turtle King did not speak, but his gaze was fixed on Chen Xi. His withered, wrinkled face showed a hint of excitement, as if he was both looking forward to and nervous.

Whoosh!

In the black waves, the black-robed Kunpeng King suddenly appeared. Looking at Chen Xi, who was about to be swallowed by his tidal Dao intent, his green eyes did not show the joy of impending victory but a hint of doubt.

"It shouldn't be like this. That boy's fighting spirit is pure and resolute, and his character is unbending. How could he give up resistance?"

Doubts filled the Kunpeng King's mind, and he shook his head repeatedly. "Could I have misjudged him before? Was that boy just putting on a show all along?"

Boom!

A hundred-zhang-high tidal wave struck, and Chen Xi, like an insignificant ant, was thrown dozens of zhang away, his hair disheveled, and blood flowing from his face.

Boom! Boom! Boom! ...

Before Chen Xi's body could land, several more tidal waves struck, leaving his skin bruised and bleeding, with blood gushing like a spring, staining his clothes. From a distance, he looked like a blood-soaked figure, a pitiful sight.

However, his eyes remained closed, and his expression was inexplicably calm, looking extremely eerie.

"Something's not right, this guy is acting strange."

The Fox King of Qingshu exclaimed in surprise. In his eyes, Chen Xi was in grave danger, on the brink of death, and could be destroyed at any moment. Only after a clear observation did he realize that there seemed to be an invisible adhesive force around Chen Xi's body. No matter how the waves from all directions struck, most of the force was absorbed, and only about two-tenths of the power hit him!

Strange!

A strong curiosity surged in the Fox King's charming eyes.

He had encountered exceptionally talented young cultivators before, but Chen Xi was the first one he had seen.

Moreover, the other party's cultivation time seemed extremely short, and his age was also very young. Such a young person could persist in the Kunpeng King's tidal Dao intent, making him a freak.

"Did you notice too?" The old turtle king's eyes gleamed, his voice carrying a hint of profundity. He suddenly pointed to the distant sky and shouted, "Look quickly!"

...

In a vague state, Chen Xi dreamed of a starry sky.

In the clear night, countless stars hung high, shining brilliantly, scattering a cold silver light. They danced and flew along mysterious trajectories, while a gentle breeze swept over the vast green grassland, making the delicate and resilient grass blades sway like waves, murmuring in the wind.

At that time, his mind was pure and transparent.

At that time, his eyes saw only the countless stars, as if seeing a giant hand using the universe as paper and the stars as a pen, painting out a mysterious and profound starry path.

At that moment, he saw the countless stars again, and it seemed as if he heard the ancient, vast sighs.

All the past scenes, the setbacks, hardships, frustrations, and cold ridicule... all turned to ashes and vanished. In the face of the countless stars, the complicated secular grievances and the past that made him feel bitter and unwilling seemed so insignificant, so trivial.

His mind was completely at peace, like a rock that had withstood thousands of years of wind and rain without wavering.

His gaze was calm again, like a vast lake without ripples.

"My life, filled with bitterness and setbacks, is like the wind, sometimes swift, sometimes gentle; like the stars, sometimes bright, sometimes dim. The world has its ups and downs, and life has its joys and sorrows. No matter what, I must move forward, and no matter what, I must face it calmly, like the wind, pursuing the freedom of my true heart!"

"And my freedom is..."

In his mind, images flashed again: his grandfather's hopeful gaze, his mother Qiu Xue's earnest instructions, his younger brother's admiring face, and Du Qingxi and the others' sincere and firm persuasion...

"You are my freedom!"

At that moment, an indescribable mysterious aura surged through his body, and his divine soul in the sea of consciousness improved at an incredible speed, surging like a storm!

It was like being reborn.

Boom! A loud noise echoed in his soul, as if the chaos was just beginning. The clear image of a thousand miles around was reflected in his mind: the great and small demons hiding in the mountain caves, the surging Yin River, the anxious expressions of Du Qingxi and the others in the mountain's interior... even the shape of a stone, the texture of a leaf, the antennae of an ant, were all clearly visible. And... the wind of freedom that was everywhere!

Chen Xi opened his eyes, his gaze clear and free of any impurities. His expression was neither sad nor happy, like the ancient Buddha who had attained enlightenment, with a heart free of dust.

Just at that moment—

"Chen Xi, you have disappointed me too much. Since that's the case, die!"

Accompanied by the Kunpeng King's sharp and piercing roar, the Yin River in the sky suddenly surged, like a black dragon that had just woken up, shaking its massive body like a mountain range, roaring like thunder, and swallowing the tiny Chen Xi, who was like an ant.

Like a dragon's roar, like a dragon's shape, the heavens and earth seemed to tremble, and the void seemed to be torn into pieces. The chaotic energy currents scattered like knives, and within a hundred miles, rocks, grass, and rivers were all shattered. The nearby great and small demons were swept away a hundred zhang, falling to the ground and spitting blood.

For a moment, the sky darkened, as if it had fallen into the darkness of the end of the world.

The Kunpeng King was about to deliver the killing blow!

Everyone present had the same thought: Chen Xi was about to die in this attack...

"Wind rises!"

At that moment, a calm and indifferent voice sounded, rising from low to high, and when it passed through the surging black waves, it was like the sound of a great bell, echoing through the heavens and earth.

Just two words, but they seemed to have a magical power, gently floating, like a soft breeze whispering in the ear.

Huh?

He's not dead yet?

All the great and small demons present were stunned.

At that moment, they suddenly saw that the black dragon formed by the surging Yin River in the sky, as if under a spell, stopped in mid-air, without the surging waves, the roaring water, or the terrifying power... even without a single movement!

Still!

It was as if held by an invisible hand, or frozen by a cold wind, the scene was extremely eerie.

Rumble!

It was as if the heavens and earth were roaring. Within ten thousand miles, a fierce wind raged, like sharks sensing the smell of blood, converging here. The violent sound was so intense that it seemed to want to shatter the eardrums, terrifying to the extreme.

Even some of the weaker demons were directly stunned by the sound.

What's happening?

Why is it like this?

In the distance, the Black-eyed Old Turtle King suddenly laughed silently, a hint of realization appearing in his eyes, and he muttered excitedly, "Dragons rise from the depths... it is indeed him... it is indeed him."

"Sword falls!"

The calm and indifferent voice sounded again, and then everyone saw Chen Xi, covered in blood and with disheveled hair, stepping on the still Yin River, rising into the air, and slashing down with the Metal Sword Bamboo in his hand.

A scene destined to be forever etched in the hearts of every demon appeared.

As Chen Xi's sword slashed down, the hurricane in the heavens suddenly transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang-long ethereal wind sword. In a clear, humming sound, the void was violently shaken, creating ripples that spread out, as if the heavens and earth were resonating. The ethereal wind sword then suddenly disappeared, as if teleporting.

Crack!

The Yin River, winding like a mountain range, was cut in two, and then, like shattered glass, it turned into countless tiny water droplets. Before the droplets could hit the ground, they instantly evaporated in the violent shaking of the void.

Boom!

The ethereal wind sword, with its remaining momentum, struck the ground, leaving a nearly ten-thousand-zhang-long, deep, and terrifying gully. In it, mountains, rivers, rocks, and trees were all ground into powder.

The power of one sword, so fierce!

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PS: I have something important to do tonight. If the third chapter cannot be updated in time, it will be moved to tomorrow, meaning four chapters will be updated tomorrow!

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