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Chapter 82 Vajra Suppresses Demons (Second Update)

Chen Yue looked at the attack from both sides, especially the fatal sword strike from Chen Xuanli, a master of the Marrow Refining Realm. Instead of panicking, a slightly mocking smile appeared on his lips.

He no longer looked at Chen Hao, who was attacking from the side. Facing the soft sword net that was wrapping around his neck, Chen Yue did not dodge or avoid it, but simply raised his right palm.

With fingers together and palm slightly concave, the vital energy rapidly circulates and condenses under the skin. There is no gathering of power, no shouting, just a single palm strike.

It was a move from the Vajra Palm technique, Vajra Pushing the Mountain.

"He wants to catch my Serpent Sword with his bare hands?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Chen Xuanli's eyes, which then turned into an even stronger killing intent. His soft sword was made of refined cold iron mixed with exotic metals, making it incomparably sharp, and it was also infused with the powerful energy of his Marrow Refining Realm.

Even experts of the same level wouldn't dare to confront him head-on with their own flesh and blood. Chen Yue's actions were tantamount to courting death!

"Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish!"

Chen Xuanli roared inwardly, not only changing his move but also pushing the power on his soft sword to its limit, causing the sword to tremble and emit a sharp hiss.

The sword light suddenly surged by three times, aiming to shred and sever Chen Yue's hand and arm together!

The next instant, their palms clashed.

"clang!"

The expected scene of flying flesh and shattered bones did not occur. Instead, a deafening explosion, like the clang of a great bell, rang out, and sparks flew as metal clashed!

The gloom and murderous intent on Chen Xuanli's face suddenly changed the moment the soft sword touched Chen Yue's palm.

It was as if he had pierced the ancient black iron with his sword. A terrifying force of extreme strength and power erupted from his palm and surged upwards along the sword.

Qi?

Chen Xuanli's pupils constricted, his heart filled with turmoil.

He could clearly feel that there was a solid, tangible barrier of air between Chen Yue's palm and his sword.

It was this barrier of energy that forcefully blocked his indestructible sword, and the immense force of the rebound caused his tiger's mouth to split open, blood flowing freely, and the soft sword in his hand almost flew out.

"not good!"

Chen Xuanli, with his rich combat experience, instantly realized that something was wrong; Chen Yue's strength far exceeded his expectations!

He made a quick decision, his footwork changed rapidly, and his body floated backward like a willow catkin, trying to dissipate the terrifying recoil force.

With each step, the hard bluestone slab beneath his feet cracked, leaving a clear, fissured footprint. He staggered back seven steps before barely managing to regain his footing. His blood and qi surged within him, and for the first time, a solemn expression appeared on his face.

At the same moment Chen Xuanli was knocked back by a palm strike, Chen Hao's poisoned dagger was only three inches away from Chen Yue's neck from the side.

The chilling wind whipped up by the dagger even gave Chen Yue goosebumps on the side of his neck.

Chen Yue didn't turn his head, but only glanced coldly at Chen Hao, who looked like a madman, out of the corner of his eye.

His left palm, as if it had been waiting for a long time, struck out diagonally from below at an illogical speed and angle, landing with unparalleled precision on Chen Hao's right wrist as he thrust his dagger.

"Snap!"

With a loud cracking sound of bone breaking, accompanied by the muffled thud of flesh and blood shattering, Chen Hao's right wrist, along with his entire hand, was instantly deformed and shattered like porcelain struck by a heavy hammer under Chen Yue's palm strike, turning into a spray of blood mist mixed with bone fragments that splattered outwards.

The poisoned dagger fell limply to the ground with a clang.

"ah!!"

Chen Hao let out a short, sharp scream. The intense pain brought his frenzied momentum to a halt, completely disrupting his offensive stance and leaving his center wide open.

Without any hesitation, Chen Yue retracted his left palm, which had shattered Chen Hao's wrist, bent his arm, and then kicked Chen Hao's exposed chest hard with a muffled thunderous sound.

"!!!"

With a dull thud like the crack of leather, Chen Hao's chest caved in at a visible speed, and the clothes on his back ripped open with a "rip," spraying out a mist of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Chen Hao was thrown backward, his feet leaving the ground, and crashed heavily into the hard wall of the alchemy room several feet away.

"Boom!"

The wall shook violently, and dust fell in a flurry.

Chen Hao slumped to the ground, his back against the wall, his chest caved in, blood gushing from his mouth and nose. He could only exhale, not inhale, and it was clear he was going to die.

All of this, though a long story, actually happened in the blink of an eye.

From Chen Xuanli's sudden sword strike to being forced back seven steps by Chen Yue's palm strike, his tiger's mouth split open; then to Chen Hao's sneak attack resulting in his wrist being shattered by a palm strike and his body being kicked away, his fate unknown—

The whole process took only two or three breaths!

The alchemy room was deathly silent.

The only sounds were the whooshing of burning firewood and the increasingly strong stench of blood in the air.

In the distance, Chen Jing by the door and Chen Zhige, whose face was deathly pale, were completely dumbfounded, their minds blank.

Their mouths were agape, their eyes wide open, as if they were witnessing the most incredible, absurd, and terrifying scene in the world.

Chen Yan, a clan elder at the Bone Forging Realm, was killed with a single punch.

Chen Hao, another elder of the Bone Forging Realm, was beaten to the brink of death by a palm strike and a kick.

Chen Xuanli, the strongest pillar of the Chen family and a cultivator at the Marrow Refining Realm, was actually forced back seven steps by this young man whom they regarded as alchemy material, with just his bare palm. He almost couldn't even hold his sword!

How is this possible?

What kind of alchemist is this?

This is clearly a ferocious beast in human skin, a deadly demon from hell!

A terrible thought was growing uncontrollably in the minds of Chen Jing and Chen Zhige at the same time.

Is the person in front of them really the same Chen Yue, the young man with alchemical talent from Huichuntang?

Could it be that the real Chen Yue is already dead?

Is this person in front of me an imposter, a master of some cult?

Boundless fear, like an icy tide, instantly engulfed them completely.

Their gazes toward Chen Yue were filled with the deepest despair and terror.

Chen Xuanli gripped the still slightly trembling soft sword tightly. The sharp pain from his tiger's mouth and the churning horror in his heart made his knuckles turn white from the force.

He stared intently at Chen Yue as he approached, his once calm eyes now filled with disbelief.

A sense of vigilance, and a hint of unease that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice, strained and hoarse, asked, word by word, "Who—are you?!"

This question lingered in the minds of every member of the Chen family present.

The young man in front of them could never be the Chen Yue they knew!

Faced with Chen Xuanli's almost instinctive questioning, Chen Yue did not pause in his steps, and his eyes did not even show much fluctuation.

"Is it still important to ask this question at this point?"

Yeah, does it even matter?

Whoever he is, this is now a fight to the death. The Chen family's scheming, machinations, and killing intent have already pushed both sides to the edge of a precipice, leaving no room for maneuver.

Chen Yue's steps were unhurried, yet carried an unstoppable, heavy pressure as he approached step by step.

As he looked, Chen Jing at the door and Chen Zhige, who was trembling like a leaf, both involuntarily shrank back, trying to increase the distance between themselves and the monster.

Chen Zhige was completely ignorant of martial arts, and at this moment he was terrified out of his wits.

Although Chen Jing had some martial arts skills and had managed to cultivate to the Flesh Refining Realm over the years, his cultivation was as laughable as a child's compared to Chen Yue, who could repel a Marrow Refining Realm cultivator with a single palm strike and casually kill a Bone Forging Realm cultivator.

Aside from fear, they couldn't muster even the slightest thought of resistance.

Ultimately, all the pressure fell on Chen Xuanli.

He is the last pillar of the Chen family, the only one who can and must stop Chen Yue!

There is nowhere to retreat, nowhere to escape!

A murderous intent, a mixture of shame, anger, violence, and final madness, erupted in Chen Xuanli's chest like a volcano!

"what!"

Chen Xuanli let out a roar, his eyes bloodshot, holding nothing back. The soft sword in his hand, as thin as a cicada's wing, seemed to come alive, emitting a clear and resounding sword cry.

The sword light surged in the next moment!

Mysterious light splits into shadows!

Chen Xuanli spun rapidly, his soft sword transforming into a hazy, ethereal sword light, like a deadly whirlpool suddenly surging in the deep sea, carrying a chilling aura and a sharpness that could cut through anything, instantly enveloping the space several feet around Chen Yue.

Sword shadows blurred, each aimed directly at vital points: throat, heart, eyes, dantian—

This is the Chen family's most treasured secret technique, the Mysterious Light Sword Technique.

It was obtained along with the secret method of the Human Elixir back then, and it is a top-notch sword technique known for its unpredictability, speed, and illusion.

Chen Xuanli had immersed himself in this sword technique for over a decade, and had already mastered it to a high level. Now, he unleashed it with all his might in anger, making it far more powerful than his previous strike.

Sword energy crisscrossed, tearing through the air and emitting a sharp hissing sound, as if the temperature inside the alchemy room had suddenly dropped.

"So what if you have protective qi! I don't believe that qi activated by someone at the Bone Forging Realm can withstand the full force of my Great Perfection Profound Light Sword!"

Chen Xuanli hardened his heart. He keenly sensed that the aura Chen Yue was displaying was indeed still within the Bone Forging Realm, but it was incredibly powerful and refined.

This gave him a glimmer of hope; no matter how strong one's internal energy is, it still requires cultivation to support it!

Once the protective energy is broken, the outcome is still uncertain!

Faced with the countless deadly sword shadows that were enough to make even those at the same Marrow Refining Realm scramble to their feet, Chen Yue's expression finally underwent a subtle change.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he quietly activated the Mind Cultivation Technique to its current maximum.

In an instant, the countless sword shadows that sent chills down his spine and moved so fast that they were nothing but light and shadow suddenly slowed down in his eyes.

The trajectory of the sword light, the rhythm of alternating illusion and reality, even Chen Xuanli's wrist trembling slightly from the rapid sword movements—

Every detail was slowed down and dissected, clearly presented in Chen Yue's clear and lucid mind.

Just as that deadly sword net was about to close in and touch his aura, Chen Yue struck out with his right palm at the core sword light that subtly guided all the changes in the sword energy amidst the countless sword shadows.

Mighty Vajra Palm, Vajra Suppresses Demons!

"clang!!!"

The clang of metal against metal was more intense than ever before, as if a thousand-pound bronze bell had been struck by a giant hammer. The sound was sharp and piercing, causing dust to fall from the beams and pillars of the alchemy room.

The countless, desolate sword shadows vanished in an instant!

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