Ke Wuxin, having Demonized, unleashed his Half-Step Chaotic Treasure, the Thousand Motion Divine Thunder, to block Su Chen's sword. However, the treasure unexpectedly froze, retreated, and self-destructed out of fear. Su Chen's sword then pierced the chest of the stunned Ke Wuxin.
In less than a breath's time.
Ke Wuxin was slammed hard into a corner of Imperial Heart Plaza.
Defeated!
Even after transforming, Ke Wuxin still lost.
Utterly defeated.
A single move, and that was all it took.
However, Ke Wuxin didn't perish; he was quite fortunate.
This was largely due to Su Chen's blade slicing through the palm seal of the Demonic Sky Soul Hooking Hand and the Thousand Motion Divine Thunder, dissipating most of its power.
Another factor was Ke Wuxin's demonic transformation; the physical might of a demon is incredibly robust, and demons do not simply vanish.
The vitality reserve of a demon is exponentially greater than that of an ordinary martial cultivator.
Unless obliterated into the void by a single strike, even a stab through the heart wouldn't be fatal to the demonized Ke Wuxin.
Certainly, even if he survived, he remained grievously wounded.
With just one more sword strike, Ke Wuxin could be finished, couldn't he?
It’s that straightforward.
"Do you have any other moves?" Su Chen inquired, showing no haste.
Hmm.
If Ke Wuxin were anyone else, he wouldn't bother with words and would ensure immediate death.
But this was Ke Wuxin.
Allowing him such a swift end would be too merciful.
Su Chen harbored deep-seated grievances and a potent killing intent towards Ke Wuxin.
He, Su Chen, might not covet the position of Son of the Emperor, nor did he need to join the Imperial Academy.
However, he would never permit himself to be supplanted like that.
This disparity left him feeling deeply displeased.
Profoundly displeased.
Furthermore, after Ke Wuxin attained the Son of the Emperor title, his rampant arrogance led the Ke family members to victimize his friends and kin, exhibiting a flagrant disregard for life and death!
What was most unforgivable was that Little Shui Lan nearly perished at the hands of the Ke family members.
How could he allow Ke Wuxin such an easy death? Death, for Ke Wuxin, would have been a reprieve.
To shatter what Ke Wuxin cherished most, what he yearned for, what he was most proud of and content with, would be a fate far worse than death.
And what did Ke Wuxin value most, yearn for, hold dearest, and take the greatest pride in? It was his strength, his innate talent for martial cultivation, wasn't it?
The very notion of losing to him, Su Chen, was something Ke Wuxin could least accept, correct?
Losing to him, Su Chen, was truly a torment worse than death.
And Su Chen was determined to make Ke Wuxin experience that very flavor of defeat.
Whether Ke Wuxin unleashed the Immortal Slaying Physique, the Thousand Motion Divine Thunder, the Open Heaven Sword, or even resorted to demonization.
Regardless of the methods employed, use them to your heart's content; I, Su Chen, will not interfere.
I grant you every opportunity.
Allow yourself to go all out.
Yet, the final outcome will be, no matter how you struggle, you will be vanquished, and utterly so.
I simply wish to convey this to you, Ke Wuxin: even with numerous fortuitous encounters and the backing of the entire Imperial Academy, you remain nothing but trash compared to me, Su Chen.
In years past, in Great Luo Heaven, I, Su Chen, could completely dominate you!
And now, I still can!
"Ah ah ah ah... No! No!! It shouldn't be like this!!!" As anticipated, Ke Wuxin let out a frenzied roar, brimming with boundless agony, his purple-red eyes nearly weeping blood.
He was inferior to Su Chen.
He had demonized.
He had paid an immense price.
And still, he was inferior to Su Chen.
This crushing sense of powerlessness, this feeling of defeat, akin to a knife scoured with saltwater, was steadily carving into his heart.
Ten thousand times more agonizing than death itself.
"Did you witness that?" Su Chen inquired with a slight smile, tilting his head to glance towards Fu Qianjiu.
At this very moment, Fu Qianjiu was already in disarray, half-kneeling on the ground.
Only bitterness and regret remained, a regret so profound he wished to tear himself apart.
Su Chen was demonstrably stronger!!!
The more potent Su Chen proved, the deeper his regret grew!
Even after wielding the Open Heaven Sword, possessing the Immortal Slaying Physique, employing the Thousand Motion Divine Thunder, and even undergoing demonic transformation, Ke Wuxin was still no more than an ant before Su Chen.
Just how incredibly monstrous is Su Chen?
Across a billion years? A hundred billion years? None like him would ever emerge.
In the vast expanse of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, Su Chen stands as the preeminent genius, does he not?
He utterly surpasses Ke Wuxin by a hundred thousand thresholds!
Yet, this ancient anomaly was personally cast aside by the Imperial Academy, hmm, even with smug self-satisfaction, as if they had performed an impeccably correct action.
Pfft...
Fu Qianjiu abruptly spewed a mouthful of fresh blood.
The overwhelming regret had turned inward, consuming him.
The Imperial Academy, poised for immediate ascension!
But instead, they chose a descent into the abyss.
"What monstrous sin has the Imperial Academy committed?" Fu Qianjiu cried out, his laughter mingling with sobs, as if driven to madness.
He truly found it impossible to accept.
"If you have no more tricks, then it's my turn to end you," Su Chen said, feeling a bit listless. He had anticipated that Ke Wuxin might possess other trump cards, but it now seemed Ke Wuxin was completely spent.
If that was the case, it was time to dispatch Ke Wuxin, time to bring this to a close.
Hmm?
However, just as Su Chen was about to make his move.
Suddenly, Su Chen was taken aback, his head tilting slightly in surprise.
At the same time.
In the central expanse of the Imperial Heart Plaza.
A surge of aura pulsed through the air.
Then.
Under the astonished and bewildered gazes of everyone present.
A group of individuals materialized.
This contingent comprised about a dozen people, with a young man at its forefront.
The young man was clad in opulent purple garments, his figure tall and upright, akin to a resolute pine tree.
His features were chiseled with the precision of a sculptor, possessing a near-perfect symmetry.
Handsome, undeniably handsome, was this youth.
What's more, this young man was actually at the Ninth Level Mid Stage of the Divine Lord Realm!!!
Formidable indeed.
Exceedingly formidable, one might say.
Furthermore, his aura resonated with a profound steadiness, suggesting a level of power that subtly surpassed his apparent realm.
Remarkably, he was not ancient, merely over eighty thousand years of age.
This age was exceptionally young when considered in relation to his formidable cultivation.
A faint yet unadulterated sense of superiority emanated from the young man's brow.
His cold, sweeping gaze traversed the assembled crowd, eventually settling upon Su Chen.
Alongside this young master were roughly a dozen middle-aged men and elders, all considerably aged, with most nearing a million years.
Closest to the young man was a middle-aged gentleman in white robes. His demeanor appeared amiable and benevolent, and he trailed the youth by half a step, maintaining a slight bow, replete with obsequious respect.
At this juncture, the middle-aged man raised his head, his gaze suddenly locking onto Su Chen.
He stared with unwavering intensity, his formerly kind eyes now brimming with malevolence!!!
Homicidal intent radiated from him.
He regarded Su Chen with profound hatred burning in his eyes.
"Is he the brat who slew Hu Zong?" the young man inquired casually of the man beside him. This middle-aged man, identified as Hu Xu, was Hu Zong's father and the patriarch of the Hu family, an Eighth Rank power within the Grand Cosmos World.
And this leading youth, currently in the Ninth Level Mid Stage of the Divine Lord Realm, was none other than Nan Huang.
Nan Huang, a scion of the esteemed Nan Family.
The Nan Family was a colossal entity, far beyond the Hu Family's capacity to associate with on equal footing.
However, a connection existed due to an incident long ago when the Hu family had fortuitously rescued a woman named Nan Yunyi.
Nan Yunyi, it turned out, was the cherished eldest daughter of the Nan Family head.
Consequently, this bond had been established.
Recalling the Hu family's earlier act of salvation, Nan Yunyi had consistently extended her aid to them.
