Chapter 727 - 279: Why Would You Think You’re the Only One with a Trump Card?
Chapter 727: Chapter 279: Why Would You Think You’re the Only One with a Trump Card?
After all, a large group of cultivators was watching from not far away.
He didn’t want to reveal his trump card, nor did he want to kill everyone to cover it up, so he just made up a random excuse.
To make it more convincing, Xiao Chen deliberately circulated his True Essence, forming a layer of exceptionally brilliant Spiritual Light on his body that, in truth, had no practical effect.
"BOOM!"
The sky-filling flames exploded, instantly shattering the lingering Spiritual Light.
The entire sealed space turned into a sea of fire, completely obscuring the view from the outside.
"BOOM!"
Upon realizing Xiao Chen’s figure had vanished, the Flood Dragon went berserk, beginning to channel its Spiritual Fire with even greater effort to incinerate the entire space.
Although it had lost sight of him, it could still sense that the surrounding golden runes had not been destroyed.
’So that damn guy must still be in here, he’s just hiding.’
’It’s most likely some kind of advanced Concealing Technique.’
Therefore, the Flood Dragon desperately unleashed area-of-effect attacks, attempting to injure Xiao Chen this way.
Of course, its efforts were all in vain.
Xiao Chen was indeed hiding, but it was akin to hiding in another dimension entirely.
No matter how enraged his opponent became, it couldn’t harm him in the slightest.
He was, one might say, quite relaxed and at ease.
Speaking of which, this was the first time Xiao Chen didn’t have to make a hasty retreat after activating the Blade of Night.
Instead, he had the rare opportunity to leisurely stay put and watch the show.
After all, the Flood Dragon had nearly burned away all its flesh, blood, and lifespan. At most, it could hold on for less than ten minutes.
"Damn it, where are you? Where did you hide?"
The Flood Dragon felt its life force draining away and finally started to panic.
It attacked with all its might but still couldn’t find any trace of its opponent, as if a living, breathing person had vanished into thin air.
"Come out, come out!"
"You coward, you chicken, you...!"
In its fury, the Flood Dragon exhausted the last sliver of power it had gained from its sacrifice.
Instantly, it felt all its vitality slip away. Its remaining head became impossibly heavy, and it no longer had the strength to even open its mouth.
"CRASH!"
The surrounding golden runes were broken through by the blue Restriction of the Relic.
The space was reconnected to its surroundings.
Only when all the golden runes had exhausted their power and shattered did a spot in mid-air suddenly distort, revealing a tall, slender figure.
Everyone immediately looked over and saw that it was none other than Xiao Chen, his expression serene. He showed no signs of injury and wasn’t even breathing heavily.
After enduring such a terrifying assault, he was completely unscathed, a faint smile on his lips, as if he had just been watching a ridiculous play from the sidelines.
The cultivators present were all stunned into silence, and the entire area fell eerily quiet.
After a long moment, the crowd finally came to their senses.
They stared at Xiao Chen in disbelief, a chorus of sharp gasps rising and falling.
This time, however, everyone felt at a loss for words.
They glanced at one another, their eyes filled with amazement, confusion, curiosity, and more, so much so that for a moment, no one knew what to say.
But due to Xiao Chen’s earlier intentional misdirection, combined with the widespread rumors that he came from a Hidden Sect,
everyone immediately began to fill in the blanks.
They concluded that Xiao Chen must have just activated a Protective Secret Treasure or Secret Technique bestowed by his clan, thereby nullifying the Flood Dragon’s attack.
Many even tried to recall the Mantra he had chanted.
Although they didn’t understand what it meant, they committed it to memory, treating it as a vital piece of intelligence.
They planned to report it to their sects as a clue upon their return, hoping to investigate and deduce Xiao Chen’s true background.
Of course, this was a futile effort. No amount of investigation would uncover the truth.
"No... This can’t be real. How did it come to this?"
Yuanbei Arhat’s body trembled as he fell to his knees. "How did it turn out like this?"
His Highness was dead, but he still hadn’t obtained the Relic.
"SLAP!"
Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face.
"THUD!"
Immediately after, he kowtowed heavily on the ground toward the other Monks. "Senior Brothers, Junior Brothers, I... I was just confused!"
"They came to me out of nowhere, tempting me with a breakthrough in my Cultivation."
"I don’t know what came over me. I was possessed or something and fell for their lies."
"Actually, I regretted it almost immediately! I was just about to turn over a new leaf, but then Xiao showed up, and I didn’t get a chance to say anything."
"Besides, the great Buddha himself said that the sea of bitterness is boundless, but a step back is the shore."
"I beg you, Senior and Junior Brothers, give me a chance to repent, a chance to reach the shore!"
As Yuanbei Arhat spoke, he continued to slap himself forcefully, punctuating each sentence with another heavy kowtow.
Because he wasn’t using True Essence to protect himself,
his cheeks quickly swelled up, and his forehead became a mass of purple bruises.
It was unclear whether it was from pain or regret, but he even managed to squeeze out a stream of tears.
"Insolence!"
Fazhao Arhat glared at him furiously. "Yuanbei, you colluded with the Sea Race and were about to betray your master and sect, yet you still dare to make excuses!"
"To even dare use Xiao as a scapegoat to try and absolve yourself... you are utterly shameless!"
"Men, seize him! Gag him!"
As he spoke, four Arhats lunged forward and instantly subdued Yuanbei Arhat, pinning him firmly to the ground.
Although he tried to struggle, he was simply no match for four opponents.