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Chapter 83 A Decisive Strike (Third Update)

Chen Xuanli felt the sword vibrate violently, his tiger's mouth split open again, blood spurting out. The hundred-refined soft sword in his hand let out a mournful cry of being unable to bear the weight, and was actually hit by this palm and swung high into the air, almost flying out of his hand.

Chen Xuanli's internal energy was jolted upwards, his throat tasted sweet, he almost spat out blood, his feet staggered, and his moves instantly became chaotic.

"How could he see through the core sword technique of my Xuan Guang Fen Ying so easily!" Chen Xuanli was shocked.

However, Chen Yue's attacks came one after another, giving him no chance to catch his breath and regroup!

"roar!"

A terrifying tiger's roar, seemingly originating from an ancient primordial overlord, exploded without warning in Chen Xuanli's ears—no, deep within his soul.

The tiger's roar shatters the gods!

The sound waves were invisible, yet they contained a violent power that could crush wills. Chen Jing and Chen Zhige, who were far away, felt a "buzz" in their heads, as if they had been hit on the top of their heads by a heavy hammer. Their vision went black and their consciousness went blank for a moment.

Even Chen Xuanli, who was at the Marrow Refining Realm and whose mind was far more resilient and condensed than that of ordinary people, only felt a violent tremor in his brain and his soul sway under the Tiger Roar God-Breaking Impact, which was specifically designed to target the mind. It was as if countless steel needles were piercing his spiritual platform at the same time.

Chen Xuanli's subsequent sword moves, his flowing blood and qi, and even his fighting will all became stagnant and chaotic under this sudden and unexpected impact on his soul.

When masters clash, it's all about that one fleeting moment!

"Bang!"

Chen Yue took a step forward, his figure already less than three feet in front of Chen Xuanli. His right palm, shrouded in qi, carried a cold killing intent and, without any fancy moves, went straight for Chen Xuanli's head.

Before the palm strike even arrived, the chilling aura of death had already sent shivers down Chen Xuanli's spine and made his hair stand on end.

The extreme shadow of death, like ice water poured over his head, forcibly jolted Chen Xuanli awake from the awe-inspiring roar of the tiger.

Driven by his survival instinct, Chen Xuanli desperately raised his intact left hand and held it horizontally in front of his face. At the same time, he desperately swung the soft sword with his right hand in a twisted manner toward Chen Yue's temple, trying to force Chen Yue to change his move.

However, the hasty parries and counterattacks were far inferior to his usual performance in terms of power, speed, and accuracy. His left-hand parrying power was less than 50%, and his soft sword was merely for show.

"Snap!"

The crisp, bone-chilling sound of bones cracking echoed clearly in the alchemy room.

Chen Yue's palm strike, powerful enough to shatter stone tablets, instantly shattered Chen Xuanli's left arm bone, causing the arm to twist and deform at an odd angle before hanging limply.

The palm strike encountered almost no resistance, its momentum undiminished, continuing forward, and slamming hard against Chen Xuanli's head, which was slightly tilted back in shock.

As for the soft sword that was swung towards Chen Yue's temple, it was immediately blocked by a powerful force of resistance and rebound the moment it touched the layer of qi on Chen Yue's body. The tip of the sword bent and made a "creaking" sound, but it could not advance any further.

Chen Xuanli stared wide-eyed as Chen Yue's palm rapidly enlarged in his pupils.

He desperately tried to twist his neck and move his body to dodge the fatal blow, but the two were too close and Chen Yue was too fast. He had just recovered from the shock and his body did not have time to react effectively.

"Bang!"

A dull thud.

Chen Yue's Mighty Vajra Palm landed squarely on Chen Xuanli's face.

His nose collapsed instantly, his facial bones shattered, and his features were twisted into a blurry mass of flesh and blood.

Chen Xuanli's burly body trembled violently, and the light in his eyes flickered like a candle in the wind.

Chen Yue's movements did not stop at all. As his right palm slammed down, his left fist slammed out from his waist and hit Chen Xuanli's chest, which was wide open due to the palm strike!

"Bang!!!"

Another heart-stopping thud resounded as Chen Xuanli's chest visibly caved in from the point where the fist landed, and his clothes on his back ripped open.

The force of the punch penetrated his body, instantly shattering his still faintly beating heart!

"Well----"

Chen Xuanli let out a short syllable, and the last bit of his life was completely extinguished.

His entire body was sent flying by the final punch, flying backward and crashing heavily onto the bluestone ground of the courtyard outside the alchemy room. He rolled several times before finally stopping, collapsing to the ground, motionless.

Chen Xuanli stared wide-eyed at the sky, an endless sense of regret and absurdity welling up in his eyes, before abruptly stopping.

Chen Xuanli, who once dominated Youlin County, met his end.

Inside and outside the alchemy room, there was a deathly silence.

Only the firewood burned itself, making a whooshing sound, and the air was filled with an intense, almost overwhelming, pungent smell of blood.

Chen Jing and Chen Zhige were still slumped on the ground, not yet fully recovered from the shock of the tiger's roar that shattered the gods, and were completely unaware of the scene that had overturned their understanding.

Chen Yue slowly withdrew his fist and stood at the entrance of the alchemy room. The light from the firewood cast his long shadow on the ground.

As the terrifying roar that struck his very soul slowly dissipated, Chen Jing's consciousness struggled to rise from the deep sea, finally managing to regain some clarity.

He groaned, barely managing to open his heavy eyelids, his vision blurry and unfocused.

The first thing that catches the eye is a familiar figure lying in a contorted position on the bluestone ground of the courtyard.

Chen Jing's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, almost stopping its beating. An overwhelming chill mixed with extreme fear instantly froze his blood and mind.

He instinctively turned his neck and looked towards the door of the alchemy room in terror.

In my sight, that figure, like a demon god, stood there quietly. The light and shadow of the firewood outlined his profile, which was calm to the point of being indifferent, as well as the dark red stains on his robes.

Then, Chen Jing saw those calm, unwavering eyes turn towards him.

Chen Jing let out a nearly suffocating gasp. He wanted to speak, to beg for mercy, to explain, to say something to salvage this irreversible situation.

However, it was all too late.

He didn't even see how Chen Yue moved; he only felt a blur before his eyes, and the figure appeared in front of him like a ghost, right up close.

Chen Jing could even smell the scent emanating from the other person, a mixture of blood and herbs.

The next instant, Chen Jing felt a very brief, violent tremor in his chest.

It felt as if something had exploded inside, or as if it had been instantly pierced by a red-hot iron spike.

All of Chen Jing's strength, along with the words he hadn't yet uttered, the surging fear, and the last vestige of hope for his family's future, vanished without a trace in an instant under this tremor.

"Well----"

Chen Jing let out a barely audible groan, and the last glimmer of light in his pupils quickly dimmed.

His body swayed, losing all support, and he fell softly backward, crashing heavily onto the cold ground. His eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the dark beams above the alchemy room, his breath gone.

The patriarch of the Chen family never understood, even in death, why a scheme he was determined to succeed would ultimately lead to the annihilation of the entire core of the Chen family.

Chen Yue's gaze did not linger on Chen Jing's corpse at all, but instead turned to the figure in the alchemy room who had just fully awakened from the aftershocks of the Tiger's Roar Breaking God.

Chen Zhige shook his dizzy head and barely managed to prop himself up.

As his blank gaze swept across the scene inside and outside the alchemy room, the last trace of color drained from his face in an instant, leaving his face as pale as paper, and his body trembled violently as if he were having a seizure.

"No—no—don't kill me!!"

When Chen Yue's gaze fell on him, Chen Zhige let out a scream of extreme terror, and desperately scrambled backward on all fours until his back hit the cold wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

Tears streamed down his face, his voice hoarse and broken, filled with endless pleading and fear: "Spare me! Spare my life! What do you want? Pill formulas? All the secret pill formulas of the Chen family, I'll give you them all! And the supreme secret method to improve alchemy aptitude! I know! I really know! As long as you spare my life, I'll give you anything! Everything!!"

Chen Zhige was incoherent, frantically throwing out every bargaining chip he could think of, hoping to gain a sliver of hope.

Those eyes, once filled with arrogance and calculation, now held only the most humble pleading.

Chen Yue looked at him without any expression on his face.

Before taking action, he might have wanted to ask why, to find out the root of this unwarranted scheming.

But at this moment, Chen Xuanli, Chen Jing, Chen Yan, and Chen Hao have all been executed, and the core leadership of the Chen family has been almost wiped out. The enmity between the two sides has turned into a bloodbath, and there is no room for reconciliation.

Asking for the reason is pointless now.

He took a step forward, and his figure instantly covered several meters, appearing in front of Chen Zhige.

In Chen Zhige's pupils, he saw the slowly rising hand and the cold eyes behind it.

He opened his mouth wide, making strange, hoarse noises, but could no longer utter a single word.

"puff!"

With a soft sound, Chen Yue's palm landed on Chen Zhige's crown.

The force of the palm strike penetrated deep into his brain, instantly shattering his brain and extinguishing all life force.

Chen Zhige's body trembled violently, the last glimmer of light in his eyes was completely extinguished, and then he lost all his strength, slid softly down the wall and fell to the ground, where he remained motionless.

Strands of dark green, viscous blood with a strange, sweet, and fishy smell slowly seeped from his mouth, nose, and ears, contrasting sharply with his pale face.

"Um?"

Chen Yue's brows twitched slightly as he looked at the unusual green blood, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Chen Zhige's physique seems somewhat strange?

However, all of that is irrelevant now.

Chen Yue did not linger beside the corpses. He quickly bent down and searched the bodies of Chen Xuanli, Chen Jing, Chen Yan, and others.

Apart from some loose silver coins, gold leaves, a few bottles of pills, and a jade token on Chen Jing's person that represented his status as the head of the family, there were no other items of particular value.

Upon returning to the alchemy room, Chen Yue first checked on Lin Quan's condition.

His breathing was steady and his pulse was strong; he had simply fallen into a deep sleep due to the drug's influence on his mind, but he had no other injuries.

Chen Yue felt relieved and glanced at the spacious but now messy alchemy room before walking to the desk against the wall and the bookshelf next to it.