Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

Chen Fan and Chen Mu, along with a group of collateral relatives, stood behind Chen Xuan.

Their palms were covered in cold sweat as they gripped their long knives, and they even held their breath very low.

Those ahead were the elite troops of the Zhongzhou royal family; normally, they wouldn't even have the right to glance at them.

But at this moment, looking at that tall and straight figure in front of them, not one of these collateral relatives, who were used to bowing their heads, took a single step back.

Dozens of elite members of the Wang family lined up on the black rocks at the edge of the sinkhole.

They were all dressed in identical robes, their swords drawn, their cold blades pointed directly at Chen Xuan.

The goddess of the Wang family, dressed in white, stood with her hands behind her back at the front of the battle.

She sized up Chen Xuan as he approached, her eyes filled with a condescending scrutiny, as if she were assessing a commodity waiting to be sold.

Chen Xuan stood ten steps away from the Wang family's formation.

The goddess of the Wang family raised her right hand, and the elite troops behind her immediately stopped pressing forward, obeying her orders without question.

"Chen Xuan," the goddess of the Wang family spoke first, her voice cold and clear, "Your slaying of Ji Wushuang in Broken Soul Valley truly impressed me. That broken sword in your hand has some merit."

She changed the subject, her tone becoming firm: "But your current state can't hide from my eyes. Forcing a sword strike beyond your level will only widen the cracks in your already damaged foundation. Right now, you're just at your last gasp."

Chen Xuan ignored her, not even lifting his eyelids.

The goddess of the Wang family was not annoyed and continued to exert pressure: "You have offended the Ji family, and the Ji family patriarch will never let this go. The Chen family regards you as a pawn and will not protect you. You are alone, dragging along this group of collateral relatives and bringing that woman in red with you. You will definitely not be able to leave the Three Emperors' Secret Realm alive."

She paused, then offered what she believed to be an irresistible bargaining chip: "But the Wang family values ​​talent. As long as you are willing to submit, the Wang family will guarantee your safety. You can take any of the ancient spiritual herbs in our treasure trove to solidify your foundation; the Wang family's top-tier cultivation techniques are also open to you."

The goddess of the Wang family stared at Chen Xuan and threw out her final trump card: "As long as you marry into the Wang family and become my Daoist partner, from now on you will be a member of the Wang family. If the Ji family wants to harm you, they'll have to consider the weight of the Wang family first. As for the opportunity in the Emperor's Blood Pool in this Dragon Burial Pit, I can also be merciful and share a piece with you."

"This is your only way to survive now."

In the eyes of the goddess of the Wang family, this condition was simply a windfall.

Countless geniuses in Zhongzhou would kill to climb the social ladder and join the Wang family. Since she personally offered to recruit him, this discarded son of the Chen family should be eternally grateful and kneel down to thank her on the spot.

Those in the collateral branches, including Chen Fan, gasped in shock, their breath catching in their throats.

He will marry into the Wang family and become the goddess!

They stared nervously at Chen Xuan's retreating figure, their palms sweating, afraid that their eldest brother might give in and agree.

After listening to this long speech, Chen Xuan finally took action.

He turned his head, not looking at the goddess of the Wang family, but at Su Chang'an behind him.

At this moment, Su Chang'an was comfortably leaning against a thick stone pillar.

She pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds from somewhere and was cracking them open with great relish.

Seeing Chen Xuan looking over, she even reached out her hand to Chen Fan next to her, signaling him to join in.

Chen Fan turned pale with fright and waved his hands repeatedly, saying he wouldn't dare to eat sunflower seeds at this time even if he had ten lives.

Chen Xuan withdrew his gaze, a barely perceptible hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes.

Marrying into another family? Becoming a Daoist partner?

In his heart, apart from that woman in red, no one else in the world was even worthy of his attention.

To him, the goddess of the Wang family's condescending charity was nothing short of a huge joke.

He looked at the goddess of the royal family again and gripped the broken sword in his hand tightly.

His thin lips parted slightly, uttering only three words: "You are not worthy."

The goddess of the Wang family was stunned, seemingly unable to believe her ears.

Instantly, her usually aloof face darkened to a point where it seemed to drip water: "You're ungrateful! You don't know what's good for you!"

Chen Xuan couldn't be bothered to waste words with her.

With a powerful stomp of his right foot, the hard black stone beneath his feet shattered into pieces!

He was like a ferocious beast that had suddenly sprung up, using the reaction force to instantly close the distance.

With a flick of his wrist, the broken sword was swung out fiercely from bottom to top!

The spiritual energy that had just been restored in his body was poured into the sword without reservation.

"Zheng—!"

The broken sword emitted a sword cry that pierced the sky.

A domineering and unparalleled dark golden sword aura detached from the blade and shot out along the ground!

Wherever the sword energy passed, the black stone was sliced ​​open like tofu, leaving a bottomless ravine.

"Form ranks! Stop him!" The goddess of the Wang family cried out sharply, her face pale.

Dozens of elite members of the Wang family reacted swiftly and quickly moved in.

Swords and blades were drawn simultaneously, and dozens of pure spiritual energies instantly converged, condensing into a thick, mountain-like spiritual energy shield in front of the formation.

"boom!"

The dark gold sword energy crashed hard into the spiritual energy shield, producing a deafening thud.

The supposedly indestructible royal battle formation was instantly riddled with countless spiderweb-like cracks on its surface upon contact.

The cracks spread rapidly, and it only lasted for a moment.

With a loud "bang," the shield shattered completely!

The sword energy continued its undiminished momentum, as if entering an empty field, and directly cleaved into the Wang family's formation!

"Puff puff puff—"

More than a dozen Wang family members at the front coughed up blood and flew backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily into the pile of rocks at the edge of the sinkhole.

Their prized high-level weapons were all cleanly cleaved in two.

The remaining people were also shaken by the violent sword energy, causing their blood to surge and them to retreat repeatedly. Their originally tight formation instantly collapsed.

The goddess of the Wang family was the first to be hit. She crossed her arms and held them firmly in front of her, but was forced back more than ten steps by this brute force, leaving two deep tracks in the ground.

The sword energy tore several holes in her spotless white robe, revealing the silver inner armor underneath.

She stared intently at Chen Xuan, her eyes filled with undisguised horror.

This is what you call the last gasp of a spent force?!

Chen Xuan, carrying his blood-dripping broken sword, continued to approach without expression.

What are the elite troops of the Central Continent, what are the foundations of powerful families? They are all utterly powerless before his absolute killing intent.

He didn't need to waste words; the sword in his hand was the best answer.

Just then, Su Chang'an's extremely penetrating voice came from behind.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Su Chang'an leaned lazily against a stone pillar, cracked open a sunflower seed, and spat out the shell with a "pui!" She dusted off the shells, pointed at the disheveled goddess of the Wang family, and launched into her sarcastic mode:

"Hey you in white, I heard your scheme coming from outside Broken Soul Valley. You think you can just freeload off the kid I raised with all that effort? And you're even offering to marry him into my family?"

Su Chang'an took two steps forward, unleashing his full force: "No chest, no butt, as withered as a stick. An old ox eating young grass, you should at least check your teeth!"

"With your plain looks, you'd be too rough to even carry my son's shoes. You want to become Daoist partners? What kind of daydream is that! Get your bunch of useless henchmen out of here and stop getting in our way of stealing the Emperor's Blood Pool!"

This barrage of words completely broke down Wang Jiashen's defenses.

She was trembling with rage, her once cool face now ashen, staring intently at Chen Xuan and Su Chang'an, her molars practically grinding to powder.

She thought Chen Xuan was exhausted and she could easily control him, but who knew that this madman would shatter her pride with a single sword strike.

She knew very well that the people she had brought were no match for Chen Xuan in his current state.

If you can't beat them, you have to call for reinforcements.

The goddess of the Wang family bit her tongue, took out a jet-black array talisman from her sleeve, and crushed it with force.

The array symbol instantly transformed into a strange black light, plunging into the depths of the Dragon Burial Pit ahead like a meteor.

"Boom!"

A deep, rumbling sound suddenly came from the bottom of the sinkhole, as if an ancient behemoth had turned over.

The ground began to shake violently, and rubble tumbled down the pit walls, crashing into the bottomless darkness.

Immediately afterwards, thick, inky black mist surged wildly up from the bottom of the pit, mixed with a nauseating, pungent smell of blood, instantly obscuring everyone's vision.

Chen Xuan stopped in his tracks, his eyes instantly turning cold and sharp.

He stared intently at the churning black mist, his broken sword held horizontally in front of his chest, his sword intent poised to be unleashed.

"Sizzle—"

The thick fog was forcibly torn apart by a domineering force.

A colossal bronze flying boat broke through the black mist and slowly rose from the bottom of the sinkhole.

The ancient totem of the Chen family, the imperial clan of Central Continent, was prominently engraved on the hull of the flying boat!

On the deck of the flying boat stood dozens of Chen family direct descendants dressed in luxurious clothes.

Holding dazzling high-level magical artifacts, they looked down at Chen Xuan and his disheveled relatives at the edge of the sinkhole with disdain, as if they were looking at ants.

The moment Chen Fan and the other collateral descendants saw the flying boat, their faces turned deathly pale, and their legs trembled uncontrollably.

That was the exclusive warship of the Chen family's direct line! Within the family, those from the collateral branches didn't even have the right to look up at that ship; it was a hierarchy that was ingrained in their very bones.

At the very front of the airship stood an arrogant figure.

Chen Tianyou stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a purple and gold robe.

A chilling purple light emanated from his chest, the mark of the chosen one—the Supreme Bone!

He looked down at Chen Xuan, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Goddess of the Wang family, it seems your reputation as a prodigy of the Central Continent is nothing more than that. You can't even handle a piece of trash with a shattered Dao Foundation," Chen Tianyou mocked without any politeness.

The goddess of the Wang family looked grim, gave a cold snort, but did not refute. With a wave of her hand, she led her remaining subordinates to retreat quickly to the side, voluntarily giving up the main battlefield.

Chen Tianyou turned his gaze to Chen Xuan, then swept it over the trembling Chen Fan and the others behind him, and burst out laughing:

"Chen Xuan, Chen Xuan, you really are a dedicated waste disposal site. You're an unwanted outcast, yet you're leading a pack of stray dogs. What, you think you can make a splash in the Dragon Burial Pit with this bunch of trash?"

Chen Tianyou raised his hand and gently stroked the purple divine light on his chest, his eyes gradually turning sinister.

"My dear brother, we meet again." Chen Tianyou's sneer widened. "Last time at the Ruins of the Fallen God, I was careless and let you, this mad dog, bite me. You didn't really think you could defeat me, who is blessed by destiny, with your lousy, second-rate swordsmanship, did you?"

Chen Xuan looked at Chen Tianyou quietly.

He didn't speak, but the black evil energy that had just subsided within him surged wildly again, like a powder keg that had been ignited!

Chen Tianyou suddenly opened his arms, and the direct descendants of the Chen family behind him stepped forward in unison, their magical artifacts shining brightly.

"This is the Dragon Burial Pit, a place where bones are buried!" Chen Tianyou's voice echoed above the pit, filled with extreme cruelty. "Today, I'll make you pay back everything you owe me, with interest! I'll personally break your limbs, trample you under my feet like a dead dog, and make you open your dog eyes wide to see how you took the opportunity from the Emperor's Blood Pool!"

"I'm going to teach you one thing—a loser will always just be a loser!"

The massive bronze flying boat hovered above the sinkhole, and the suffocating pressure of the Chen family's direct descendants pressed down like a hundred thousand mountains.

A strong wind whipped up Chen Xuan's blood-stained clothes.

He stood there, his back ramrod straight, and slowly raised his head, his cold eyes fixed on Chen Tianyou on the airship.

The broken sword in his hand emitted a low groan, yearning to drink blood.