The Star River Era! The Dimensional Freedom Demon

A flash of cold light appeared first, followed by the spear thrusting out like a dragon!

The short halberd came hurtling through the air with a fierce momentum, emitting a piercing whistling sound.

The black-clad protector, now disguised and wearing a mask and military attire, charged straight down from a mountaintop.

He knew that Lu Xiao's previous statements were mostly bluffing, just a ruse to lure him out.

But what if!

The founder of the Luo sect did indeed possess the ability to comprehend the Zhen hexagram and restore flesh to bones, as evidenced by the comprehension and talent previously displayed by Lu Xiao.

Reaching the level of the founder of the Luo sect is by no means impossible.

If it were true, and he let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, then the sect leader and their Liu family might face annihilation!

Therefore, Lu Xiao must die!

Die before his very eyes!

With his vital energy and spirit in harmony, a majestic aura rose up, like a great sun pressing down on Ji Chen.

For a moment, everyone felt as if they were in a furnace, being roasted by the scorching sun, and the flying halberds unleashed by the black-clad protector were fire dragons born from the sun.

Powerful and unstoppable.

Ji Chen remained fearless, his body trembling slightly, which shook away the crowd that tried to protect him.

Then thunder roared.

Like the unfolding of Thor's domain, a dazzling cluster of lightning rose in everyone's hearts, shattering the fire dragon and rescuing everyone from the Great Sun Domain.

Seeing the flying halberd hurtling towards him with the force of a cleaving wind, Ji Chen did not meet it head-on. Instead, he lightly flipped one wrist, his palm seemingly holding a floating moon, and gave a seemingly gentle push.

The unstoppable halberd suddenly veered off course, hurtling towards the woods to the side with a piercing whistle.

"Thump!" "Thump!" "Boom!"

Three loud explosions rang out in succession, as if they had been hit by an anti-tank sniper rifle. Three trees, each as thick as a person's embrace, snapped in two, sending wood chips and dirt flying into the sky. Dust billowed up, and birds scattered and fled.

Ji Chen was also shocked. Although he knew that the black-clad protector was incredibly strong and usually stronger than him, his imposing presence still made him feel awe.

However, this only made him more excited.

He wanted to see just how wondrous Baiyang's ultimate technique truly was.

"Hahaha! Why bother with the concealment, Dharma Protector? The characteristics of the Grand Master's unique skills are so obvious. Any attempt to hide them is just self-deception."

The black-clad protector remained silent, his aura clashing directly with Ji Chen's. In their spiritual world, the blazing sun and thunder clashed and annihilated each other, but for the time being, it was difficult to determine the victor.

Ji Chen has high mental attributes, while the black-clad protector has abundant blood and qi, and exceptional physical attributes, almost reaching the limit of the third transformation of blood and qi.

In this way, it is truly a battle of equals, with each side having its own strengths and neither side being superior.

Unlike the hasty confrontation in the council hall, the black-clad protector had already confirmed that what the assassin Qing Ting had said was true.

Ji Chen is indeed only at the second stage of Qi and Blood transformation.

Even though the killing intent was almost tangible, the black-clad protector only grew colder in his eyes, neither asking nor answering.

As long as he doesn't admit it, no one can say that he is the head of the sect.

Therefore, this attack on Lu Xiao will forever be seen as Qing Ting's act of revenge.

The two locked eyes, as if the scene had returned to the Yuezhou Conference Hall.

However, the black-clad protector's purpose at this moment was to investigate Ji Chen's true strength and wait for an opportunity to kill him.

And Ji Chen's purpose... ...

When martial arts enter the realm of the spirit, their profound meaning will naturally manifest in the spiritual realm.

Or rather, the true intention is the spiritual realm fixed on paper.

Ji Chen showed no concern for his dwindling time; instead, he eagerly devoured the martial arts secrets manifested in the spiritual realm by the black-clad protector.

Although the spiritual realm is constantly in turmoil due to mutual antagonism, the profound mysteries of martial arts are scattered and fragmented.

For an ordinary person, in this situation...

Putting aside the fact that trying to comprehend the enemy's martial arts during a dangerous mental battle is like being kicked in the head by a donkey, or lighting a light in the toilet—it's suicidal.

Take the martial arts secrets scattered in the spiritual realm, for example. Even if you really wanted to steal them, you would face the dilemma of randomly combining sequences, just like guessing someone else's bank card password. The difficulty is frighteningly high.

However, the situation is completely different for Ji Chen, who has superior mental attributes and a panel.

Mental attributes, to some extent, represent a person's information processing ability, indirectly improving intelligence, allowing Ji Chen to gain a continuous stream of martial arts insights from the chaotic and complex mental battles.

And the panel gradually becomes more organized, like a jigsaw puzzle.

Unfortunately, it seemed that the black-clad protector sensed Ji Chen's ulterior motives, or perhaps Ji Chen's calm and composed demeanor, showing no concern for death, instead made him tense and anxious.

"die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black-clad protector appeared suddenly behind Ji Chen as if by teleportation, and threw out his right fist.

This punch had neither surging momentum nor the slightest bit of force.

However, in the spiritual realm, this punch firmly locked onto Ji Chen, as if countless blazing sun fists were crashing down at once.

Ji Chen's expression hardened slightly, but instead of advancing, he retreated, deliberately moving closer to the punch coming from behind, as if seeking death.

The black-clad protector behind Ji Chen's face changed, vanishing like a phantom in water. At the same time, his punch aimed at Ji Chen's chest missed its mark.

"How is that possible? How could you possibly find my real location!"

The black-clad protector couldn't believe that the sect's secret technique had been so easily seen through.

Ji Chen remained silent.

He wouldn't tell the black-clad protector that, in front of Yuezhou City gates, he, in the guise of "Ji Qingyun," had seen through the illusory form of the White Sun Saintess.

At that time, the Holy Maiden of Baiyang displayed an incredible, otherworldly charm, easily leading the gatekeeper to believe that she was a goddess descended to earth.

Ji Chen saw it clearly that day: the divine power displayed by the White Sun Goddess was to forcibly change her image in the eyes of others through spiritual martial arts.

Consciousness interferes with matter, deceiving the eyes' vision.

Ignoring the black-clad protector's constant questioning, Ji Chen lightly extended a palm, as if carrying divine thunder, seemingly slow but actually fast, colliding with the black-clad protector who was a beat slow to react.

The black-clad protector trembled uncontrollably as if he had been electrocuted.

Then, he was slow and he was led by the nose by Ji Chen, taking more than thirty blows in a row. He was beaten until his mouth and nose were bleeding, and he was extremely frustrated.

The scene of the attack on the conference hall seemed to be reenacted.

But Ji Chen's condition was ultimately too poor. After thirty strikes, he was completely exhausted, his blood flowed slower and slower, and his brain could only hold less and less consciousness.

Finally, Ji Chen's palm strike suddenly became weak and powerless against the black-clad protector.

Losing all rhythm and being controlled by Ji Chen, the black-clad protector seized the opportunity, punched away Ji Chen's attacking palms, and then roared, his fists like two dragons emerging from their cave, fiercely punching Ji Chen's abdomen!

Ji Chen's vision went black, and then, amidst the desperate and unwilling gazes of his men, he rolled off the battlefield like a tattered sack. His broken body twitched twice before falling completely still.

"ah... ..."

"Hahaha!"

Chen Xianli and the black-clad protector both looked up to the sky and roared, one with sorrow and the other with the joy of rain after a long drought.

"Lu Xiao! You're finally dead, hahaha...you're dead...you're dead."

After laughing, the black-clad protector was still somewhat incredulous.

Is Lu Xiao, the one whose talent he feared and who repeatedly humiliated him, really dead?

Ignoring the hateful gazes of Lu Xiao's men, he threw a few stones at Ji Chen's corpse from a distance.

Seeing that Lu Xiao's corpse had been smashed into a bloody mess again, he was finally convinced that this was not Lu Xiao's trick.

"Hahaha... ..."

He ignored the soldiers who surrounded him and unleashed his spiritual domain without restraint. Wherever he went, any soldier who faced him collapsed to the ground like wheat fields swept by a whirlwind.

Of course, don't be fooled by his imposing appearance.

Even someone as skilled as him in the Three Transformations of Qi and Blood couldn't maintain this state for long.

Especially after his battle with Ji Chen, his mental burden was nearing its limit.

However, at this moment, Ji Chen's defeated soldiers had already surrounded him. If he didn't maintain his powerful aura beyond his limits, he might have to die here with 'Lu Xiao' today.