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Zhu Chen single-handedly fought against three Divine Fire Realm cultivators, forcing them to retreat and cough up blood.

"How could this be? He's just a Venerable One. Even the First Generation couldn't be this strong, could he?"

Mingfeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, trying to regroup, but saw Zhu Chen's imposing body raise its right foot and stomp down on them.

"--boom!"

With that one step, it felt as if the entire sky had collapsed.

Mingfeng and the other two used all their cultivation to create a protective divine light, but it crumbled the moment they made contact.

"—Boom!!!"

The earth trembled violently, and a bottomless crater appeared on the spot.

Mingfeng and the other two were pinned down at the bottom of the pit, their bones shattered, and they were powerless to resist.

"I see that you, the Six Heroes of the Celestial Race, are nothing special..."

Zhu Chen retracted his Dharma form, and the violent energy in the world began to gradually subside.

He glanced down at Mingfeng and the other two Celestial Race cultivators, then flipped his soul sword and beheaded them.

Then, he reached out and took out the Soul Banner, and without hesitation, collected the souls of the three people.

These three individuals have all reached the Divine Path, igniting divine fire above their primordial spirits. Their souls are naturally more powerful than those of Venerable Realm cultivators, making them perfect for refining the Soul Banner.

"Big brother, your strength is too great now... I was worried for you when I heard second brother and the others talking about how powerful these Divine Fire Realm cultivators were..."

Qian Renxue flew to Zhu Chen's side, staring at the huge pit with horror in her eyes.

She originally thought that even if Zhu Chen could defeat these three Divine Fire Realm cultivators, it would still take some effort.

Unexpectedly, the other party killed all three of them with overwhelming force, without lifting a finger.

This is too strong!
Zhu Chen smiled slightly, gazing into the distance: "This is just the beginning. The people from the Netherworld and the Golden Condensation Sect should have already sensed the commotion here and will probably arrive soon..."

Perhaps it was to prove his words.

Just as Zhu Chen finished speaking, several ear-piercing whistling sounds came from the distant horizon.

There were three directions from which the sound came.

It didn't take long.

A group of Divine Fire Realm cultivators rushed in from those three directions and appeared directly in front of them.

Zhu Chen's gaze swept over the group, and he discovered that all 15 Divine Fire Realm cultivators mentioned in the intelligence report had arrived.

"Where are my fellow cultivators from the Celestial Race? I clearly sensed them here just now..."

A disheveled middle-aged cultivator looked around and noticed signs of a recent magical battle. A bad feeling immediately arose in his heart.

There have been magical battles here, but now only the Sinful Blood Demon stands here, while the Celestial Race members have all disappeared.

This situation becomes clear with a little thought.

Those few Celestial Race Divine Fire Realm cultivators must have met with misfortune.

However, while he was pondering these details, some people in the crowd were already starting to get restless.

"It's good that the Celestial Race members aren't here. Now that Zhu Chen is cornered here, we can divide the Ten Fierce Treasures on him among our various sects. Losing one Celestial Race member won't be a big deal."

"That's right. Anyway, the Celestial Race is already weak in the Upper Realm. It's said that their only protector with the strength of a sect leader is about to die. Even if our sects divide up the Ten Fierce Treasures on this kid, the Celestial Race won't dare to say anything."

"Hmph~, the Celestial Race is being so proactive this time simply because they want to take this opportunity to obtain the Ten Ferocious Treasures from this kid, so as to restore their former royal status. But what I want to say is that the Celestial Race's power has waned. Even if they really obtain the Ten Ferocious Treasures, it will be difficult for them to rise again." Whispers gradually rose from the crowd.

In their eyes, Zhu Chen, who was already surrounded, was a lamb to the slaughter.

What they need to do now is figure out how to distribute the Ten Fierce Treasure Techniques on each other.

However, the truth is the opposite.

Zhu Chen looked at the group of Divine Fire Realm cultivators who were eyeing him menacingly. Instead of fear, his eyes flashed with a murderous intent that seemed to say, "The prey has finally all fallen into the net."

Just as those people were ostracizing the Celestial Race, his figure, like a golden lightning bolt tearing through the sky, was the first to rush into the crowd!

"Arrogant brat!"

"You are looking for death!"

The fifteen Divine Fire Realm cultivators were both shocked and enraged, and they all unleashed their strongest magical artifacts to attack Zhu Chen.

In an instant, countless divine lights surged forth, runes filled the sea, and phantom images of various ancient bells, pagodas, and other magical artifacts collided in mid-air, their power vast and seemingly about to utterly plunging this world back into chaos.

However, facing this siege that would make even a true god tremble, Zhu Chen remained fearless.

This time, he didn't even manifest his magnificent Dharma form again; with just his fists, he shattered all those so-called killing techniques into pieces.

"——Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, Zhu Chen unleashed a punch, carrying a torrent of blood and qi, instantly smashing a Netherworld cultivator and his protective bone shield into pieces!
Then, he swept his sword out with a backhand, swiftly killing a Ningjin Sect cultivator who was casting a spell.

"There's something strange about this guy, get out of here..."

Seeing how fierce Zhu Chen was, the others immediately felt a sense of retreat.

As they dispersed, they continued to attack Zhu Chen with their magical techniques, attempting to stop him from pursuing them.

But Zhu Chen had no intention of letting these people go.

He moved like a ghost, weaving through the dense attacks, and with each flash, he would kill a Divine Fire Realm cultivator.

The protective divine light that those Divine Fire Realm cultivators claimed to possess was as thin as a cicada's wing in the face of his absolute power, and would shatter at the slightest touch.

At this moment, Zhu Chen was like a ferocious beast that had broken into a flock of sheep, leaving blood and flesh flying wherever he went.

The nearby mountains were completely wiped out.

The laws of heaven and earth seemed to be disrupted in this battle, and even the void was shattered.

The aftershocks of the battle swept in all directions, creating a horrifying scene.

However, this battle started quickly and ended quickly!
In just a dozen or so breaths, the smoke and dust that had filled the surrounding area dissipated on their own.

The 15 Divine Fire Realm cultivators from the great sects of the Upper Realm were now all gone, reduced to mangled corpses, struck down by Zhu Chen.

Zhu Chen stood tall on the battlefield, his clothes spotless, as if he had just done something insignificant.

He took out the Soul Banner again, waved it gently, and decisively absorbed the primordial spirits of the 15 Divine Fire Realm cultivators into the Soul Banner.

After dealing with the 18 Divine Fire Realm cultivators, Zhu Chen immediately opened the chat group.

He wanted to let Wang Lin and the others know he was safe in the group chat.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the chat group, he saw a message sent by Shi Hao:
[Shi Hao: Big brother, how do you know so much about our world? I've never heard of those otherworldly immortal kings and dark turmoil you mentioned.]

...(End of chapter)