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"happy!"

Ye Chu looked up to the sky and roared, his laughter echoing like thunder across the heavens.

His figure was graceful, like a crane soaring through the clouds, standing proudly at the top of the sky, looking down at the slightly insignificant Chen Si below.

His gaze was sharp and penetrating, piercing through the clouds and mist, carrying a hint of playfulness and unruliness.

Ye Chu leisurely raised his hand, flicked his fingertips, and a storage ring flashed with light light. A jar of Monkey Head Spirit Wine, sealed with an ancient aura, appeared out of thin air in his palm.

Once the jar of wine was opened, it emitted a faint purple glow, like the gentlest star in the night sky. As it swayed gently, it seemed as if the fragrance of hundreds of spiritual fruits gathered within it, making it extremely tempting.

Under Chen Si's astonished and complicated gaze, Ye Chu smiled unrestrainedly and lifted the lid of the jar without hesitation.

Instantly, a rich and pure aroma of spiritual wine filled the air, soaring into the sky and causing the surrounding spiritual energy to boil.

Ye Chu tilted his head back and drank deeply, the pale purple nectar cascading down his throat like a waterfall.

Each drop contains immense vitality and pure spiritual energy, nourishing every cell in his body.

At the same time, the Earth-level combat skill "Bone Tempering and Body Refining Technique" quietly activated. The blood and qi in his body, which had been somewhat depleted due to the fierce battle, were rapidly restored and became more abundant than ever before under the irrigation of this spiritual power, just like withered trees coming back to life in spring.

Ye Chu's skin faintly shone with a jade-like luster, as if every inch of his flesh and blood was being refined and every bone was being strengthened.

As a seasoned martial arts expert, Chen Si could naturally sense the extraordinary nature of this jar of spirit wine, and a sense of indescribable fear and envy welled up in his heart.

He knew very well that what he saw before him was far beyond anything in the mortal world.

Rather, it is a treasure concealing astonishing value, a value that can shake the world and captivate countless hearts.

"Good lad!"

"Such a treasure, you should give it to me as well!"

Chen Si's expression changed drastically, becoming as solemn as a mountain. Alarm bells rang in his mind, and he knew that he had to act decisively and quickly to resolve the situation.

Otherwise, he feared he would become a testing ground for Ye Chu to hone his skills, ultimately ending up in mutual destruction.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Si's fist technique changed abruptly, as if the weather had suddenly changed. His aura instantly surged to its peak, and a chilling aura surrounded him, like a cold winter wind that pierced to the bone.

With a slight tremor in his right shoulder, an indescribable chill burst forth from his body, gathering in his arm. A chillingly sharp edge quietly emerged, its cold light flashing, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Mysterious Netherworld Blade, prepare to die!"

Chen Si roared, his voice like thunder, echoing across the surrounding area.

He sprang up like a cheetah, his hand strike carrying the chilling power of the Dark Abyss, slicing through the air with an aura of annihilation, aiming straight for his opponent's vitals.

At this moment, Chen Si, with unparalleled prowess, vowed to end this contest.

It was already nightfall, and all was quiet. A faint, almost imperceptible coolness permeated the air, as if a thin layer of frost had been gently covering the veil of night.

The air around Chen Si suddenly froze, as if winter had arrived, silently announcing the invasion of cold.

He lightly swung the Xuanming Cold Blade in his hand, and a chilling light pierced the night sky.

Wherever it passed, not only did space tremble, but there was also an illusion of time standing still.

Beneath the ground, frost was faintly spreading, instantly weaving an ice net across the solid earth, every inch shimmering with a ghostly blue light, like a wonder transported from the far north.

The lush trees were instantly draped in silver by the cold blade, and the ice crystals that condensed between their branches and leaves reflected an eerie and captivating light. The whole world seemed to be frozen in this moment of frozen beauty.

Ye Chu moved with graceful ease, his feet treading on wisps of smoke, each step seemingly walking on clouds.

Even so, it couldn't completely block out the biting cold that surged in from all directions. It silently penetrated the clothes and went straight to the bone marrow, making people shiver involuntarily.

However, to everyone's surprise, a faint smile appeared on Ye Chu's face.

Those deep eyes gleamed with an all-knowing light.

"Hmm, that's certainly unique."

"But the killing intent contained in this chilling aura is still somewhat less powerful and domineering than your once earth-shaking Dragon-Shaking Fist."

Ye Chu's words carried a hint of teasing and playfulness, as if he were appreciating a delicate yet not unparalleled work of art, revealing a detached and indifferent attitude.

Upon hearing this, Chen Si's face flushed red, like the afterglow of the setting sun, his embarrassment and resentment intertwined between his brows.

Ye Chu's words were impartial and struck the most sensitive and tender spot in his heart.

This combat manual was a trophy that Chen Si obtained from a formidable opponent after a fierce battle.

A top-tier martial art of the Xuan level, named "Xuanming Cold Blade".

He originally intended to use this secret manual to avenge his previous humiliation within his sect and surpass his junior brother Chen Hua, who always seemed to be one step ahead of him.

For this, he poured countless efforts and sweat into his training day and night, all for the day he could finally hold his head high.

However, life is unpredictable.

His efforts not only failed to earn his master's praise, but also earned him harsh criticism that "he is a follower of unorthodox methods and will not amount to much."

These words were like ice chilling the bone, instantly plunging Chen Si's heart into despair.

The reason Ye Chu was able to pinpoint the subtlety of this combat technique was because...

This is all because he has a deep understanding of the essence of martial arts and possesses a pair of keen eyes that can see through the subtleties of qi.

He noticed the extraordinary nature of Chen Si's internal energy circulation, which was the unique mark left by cultivating the "Mysterious Netherworld Cold Blade," but it also exposed its unorthodox and unsustainable drawbacks.

This scene resembled a meticulously planned chess game, in which Chen Si was playing a predetermined role.

Ye Chu, on the other hand, stood outside the game, observing as an outsider, gently manipulating each piece on the chessboard.

"You're asking for it! You're asking for it!"

Chen Si's roar exploded in the air, his defenses completely collapsed, turning into endless flames of rage.

In an instant, his body surged with a fierce aura, as if ice from the heavens had gathered and formed a swirling, frost storm centered on him.

The icy air shot straight into the sky, freezing the very air around it.

This is not merely a release of power, but a roar intertwined with anger and despair.

Ye Chu moved with agility, stepping on the ethereal clouds, like a butterfly in the wind, skillfully weaving through the icy vortex, attempting to evade the fatal blow with her nimble movements.

However, the extreme chill contained within that Xuanming Cold Blade was like an all-pervasive ghost.

No matter how he dodged, a trace of cold air still quietly seeped into his body.

In an instant, Ye Chu felt a bone-chilling cold all over his body, as if thousands of ice needles were crawling under his skin, causing him to tremble involuntarily.

This chill seemed to freeze his soul, making his movements slow and difficult, almost swallowed by the endless cold and plunged him into an abyss of no return.

"hiss!"

Ye Chu couldn't help but gasp.