Battle Through the Heavens: It turns out I'm actually the patriarch of the Xiao family!

Chapter 70 I'll Remember You

Xiao Chen ignored the old man in the Taoist robe and strode towards the blood-red vortex floating in the center.

"Xiao Jin, have you noticed anything?"

Xiao Jin yawned and said, "This altar should be a spatial node, maintained by the power of the surrounding array. As for what place this altar connects to, I haven't figured it out yet."

Xiao Chen nodded and said, "A three-headed lion? What a strange species."

Xiao Jin sneered, "The power of this altar is extremely weak. In my opinion, the other party is just a good-for-nothing."

Xiao Chen smiled as well. He could tell at a glance that the blood-red vortex above the altar actually served a similar function to an "altar".

"You wicked creature! How dare you ruin my sacrificial rites and blaspheme my divine power!"

Suddenly, from the depths of the crimson vortex, that cold, indifferent voice rose sharply, like a thunderclap throughout the cave.

Seeing the deity's anger, the old man in the Taoist robe trembled with fear.

Even Qinglin, who had just arrived, felt his heart pounding and his mind repressed. He was shocked. Could this voice really come from a god?

"It's so noisy."

But Xiao Chen spoke calmly: "You have a loud voice. Come out and let me see who you are."

A moment of silence fell over the crimson vortex.

The old man in the Taoist robe was so shocked that his scalp tingled.

This Netherworld God is an unparalleled being, almost like a deity, with vast supernatural powers, boundless magic, and incredible might.

Who would have thought that this young man would dare to make provocative remarks?

This is blasphemy!

Although Qinglin had already witnessed Xiao Chen's abilities, she was still taken aback at this moment, her pretty face blank.

"Not going to say anything?"

"That's true. Even if you manage to escape this vortex, you're destined to die anyway."

"However, I'm sure that a worthless beast like you probably doesn't even have the ability to traverse time and space to display divine power, let alone descend here in your true form."

Xiao Chen seemed somewhat disappointed, and shook his head with a soft sigh.

His casual sarcasm, like a stone thrown into a stagnant pond, instantly stirred up a thousand waves.

boom!

Deep within the crimson vortex, that cold, indifferent voice was completely ignited, unleashing a roar that shook the entire cavern. The sound waves, like massive hammers, slammed into the surrounding stone walls, sending rubble cascading down.

A dense, malevolent, and majestic crimson light erupted from the vortex, instantly staining the entire cave red.

Qinglin's pretty face turned deathly pale from the terrifying pressure, and she almost suffocated, involuntarily taking a step back.

With such power emanating from just sound and light, just how terrifying is this Netherworld God?

"Insects! Do you know the consequences of blaspheming the divine?"

But Xiao Chen said calmly, "I really don't know."

These words seemed to have provoked the other party, and a cold snort rang out from the depths of the blood-red vortex.

"You insignificant ant, how dare you provoke me! You're courting death! Considering your ignorance, quickly kneel down, kowtow, repent and atone for your sins, and I will spare you. Otherwise—"

The cold voice carried a condescending, judgmental tone, like a divine decree. Every word contained a soul-shaking pressure, causing the old man in the Taoist robe to instantly prostrate himself on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold earth, muttering prayers for forgiveness.

Qinglin also felt a tremor in his soul, as if the voice had directly affected the depths of his mind, giving rise to a natural fear.

However, Xiao Chen merely picked at his ear, his face showing no respect whatsoever, but rather a bored smile: "Otherwise? Otherwise what? What can you do to me across this broken vortex? Playing tricks across countless dimensions, your true form probably doesn't even have the strength to stand up, does it?"

"presumptuous!"

His voice was like thunder, exuding immense majesty, and resounded throughout the entire venue.

But Xiao Chen laughed: "So what if I'm presumptuous? Can you jump out and kill me?"

His voice was filled with undisguised contempt and disdain.

Deep within the crimson vortex, silence reigned.

Xiao Chen shook his head and said, "He really is a worthless beast."

"A worthless beast?"

The old man in the Taoist robe was almost dumbfounded.

"Kid, don't go too far!!"

Deep within the crimson vortex, the majestic voice of the Underworld God was filled with rage, carrying a hint of exasperation.

Xiao Chen smiled dismissively, then said with interest, "You seem to be in a hurry. Now, do you possess the ability to cross realms?"

"The power?"

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Silence fell once more deep within the crimson vortex.

Xiao Chen frowned slightly and said, "Even if your true form cannot descend, you must still possess the power to manifest your might across time and space, right?"

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There was still silence.

These subtle and unusual scenes left the kneeling Taoist priest in a state of utter bewilderment.

He was completely dumbfounded.

That shouldn't be happening!

What happened?

"Sigh, so that's how useless it is. Now I understand why they went through all that trouble to use that crimson jade to search for young boys and girls."

Xiao Chen shook his head, his words containing five parts contempt, three parts disdain, and a hint of disappointment.

Whoosh!

The crimson vortex suddenly began to churn violently.

"Hey kid, what's your name?"

Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow, looking at the churning, blood-red vortex like a raging sea, a playful smile curving his lips.

"They're really in a panic."

He said leisurely, "Aren't you a dignified deity? When someone exposes you, all you do is jump around like a shrew from the marketplace? As for my name—"

He paused for a moment, then said, "Listen carefully, my name is Xiao Chen."

"Xiao Chen? Xiao Chen! Good! Very good!"

From the depths of the crimson vortex, the voice of the Netherworld God Venerable rang out, those three words being chewed over and over in his mouth, as if he wanted to crush the owner of that name along with his bones and blood.

"I will remember you; one day I will bring you to justice with your head!"

boom!

The crimson vortex exploded, scattering like rain.

Xiao Chen couldn't let them leave like that, so he quickly gave Xiao Jin a wink.

Little Gold opened its mouth and spat out a beam of golden light, enveloping the blood-red rain of light, and the vortex formed again.

"What?!"

The Underworld God was both shocked and furious.

Immediately afterwards, its authoritative voice rang out hysterically: "You surnamed Xiao! When will you ever stop?!"

"If I weren't trapped in the Heavenly Abandoned Blood Cave, I would have fucking killed you long ago!"

A string of profanities burst forth.

The old man in the Taoist robe was stunned. How could the dignified Netherworld God Venerable be so out of control?

Xiao Chen maintained his infuriatingly relaxed demeanor, picking at his ear as if the other person's foul language was just a buzzing fly in his ear.

His gaze swept over the blood-red vortex of Little Vajra, which had stabilized, and his tone was calm with a hint of mockery: "Tsk, it's already broken? A dignified deity, speaking so vulgarly? That's a bit beneath you."

"Only a spineless coward would rage so futilely."

"You seemed to have mentioned something about the Blood Abandoned Cave earlier?"

"How about this, if you tell me about your background and the difficulties you've encountered, perhaps I can find a way to help you out of this predicament, what do you say?"