Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Chapter 681: Chapter 682: Strong Alliance! (2nd Update)

”Ah!”

Duan Qian clutched his shoulder tightly, letting out a scream like that of a pig being slaughtered, eyes bloodshot as he stared at the young man in black, ”Who... who the hell are you?”

”For Yaan Jinghong’s sake, I’m sparing your wretched life.”

The young man in black picked up a wine jug, slowly stood up, and looked at Yaan Jinghong with a smiling gaze. Even though he uttered such ruthless words, there was not the slightest hint of killing intent, as if the person who had injured someone just now had nothing to do with him.

And yet, such a person, who seemed like a ”drunken hooligan,” caused even Yaan Jinghong to secretly shudder.

Just now, the young man in black had made a move that seemed to be a lesson for Duan Qian, but in reality, it was a display of his strength.

Yaan Jinghong’s reaction speed turned out to be a step too slow, allowing the young man in black to succeed in his strike.

Moreover, Duan Qian’s cultivation wasn’t too shabby either. As the Young Sect Master of the First Grade Thousand Mountain Sect, Duan Qian’s cultivation had reached the Ninth Layer Peak of the Origin Transformation Realm, and it wasn’t the ordinary kind of Origin Transformation Realm either.

Plus, he was even wearing a Treasure Level armor, which was casually pierced through the shoulder by a flick from the young man in black.

This man was no ordinary figure!

”Yaan... Young Master Yaan...”

Duan Qian broke out in a cold sweat and turned back to look at Yaan Jinghong, only to see Yaan Jinghong slowly step forward, eyes fixed on the young man in black, and coldly said, ”Who are you?”

The two’s momentum clashed, with a black and a blue aura bursting forth, rising to the skies and standing defiantly against each other.

After a brief collision, the young man in black staggered slightly, taking a few steps back, while Yaan Jinghong also took a deep breath, clearly not having gained any significant advantage.

”From the Sky Dragon Empire, Shen Lang!”

The young man in black lifted the wine jug, took a hefty gulp, and burst out laughing, ”Well-deserving of being a legend from the Sky White Empire, Brother Yaan truly is incomparable to ordinary folk.”

”Shen Lang, the ’Drunken Sword’!” Yaan Jinghong narrowed his eyes, seemingly not surprised by this revelation.

The young Yaan Jinghong had become known at a young age, and among his peers, there were almost none who could rival him.

His horizon had long stretched across the entire Eastern Spirit Domain, and he had naturally traveled to the other great empires.

This ’Drunken Sword’ Shen Lang was an outstanding evil talent from the Sky Dragon Empire.

Although Shen Lang was already twenty years old and, in terms of talent, could not compare to Yaan Jinghong, who had advanced to the Divine Origin Realm at the age of fourteen, anyone who reached the Divine Origin Realm by the age of twenty and possessed the ability to fight beyond their level was undoubtedly a genius among geniuses.

”Unexpectedly, such a lowly name was fortunate to be recognized by Brother Yaan,” said Shen Lang, wiping away the wine at his mouth, chuckling.

”State your purpose, or don’t block my way!”

Yaan Jinghong stood with his hands behind his back. This Shen Lang’s power was on the same level as his. A clash would require both parties to go all out. Without seeing any benefit, Yaan Jinghong wouldn’t be foolish enough to waste his strength for such an ungrateful task.

”Alright! Worthy indeed of Brother Yaan! Then I shall speak plainly,” laughed Shen Lang. ”Since Brother Yaan has ventured deep into the Bone-Burying Wilderness, you must be looking for the ruins of the Ancient Imperial Gate, aren’t you?”

”Yes, what of it?” said Yaan Jinghong, word by word.

”Combining forces is surely better than those two worthless companions by your side, don’t you think?” Shen Lang’s expression remained unchanging as he smiled slightly.

”You?” Yaan Jinghong let out a cold laugh, ”You’re not worthy!”

”Ha ha...” Shen Lang laughed loudly, looking up to the sky, ”In terms of talent, I, Shen Lang, obviously can’t compare to you, Brother Yaan. However, with Brother Yaan’s vision, you must have heard of Murong Wu from the Murong Family of the Heavenly Saint Empire and Feeng Yan, who holds the title of the strongest under the King Rank, right?”

Yaan Jinghong’s pupils contracted slightly. Despite his self-confidence and extraordinary talent, he had to admit that at the tender age of fifteen, he was not in a position to disregard these people; none of their strengths were inferior to his own.

”As far as I know, these two individuals are also targeting the relics of the Ancient Imperial Gate. If we want to snatch things from the jaws of the powerhouses of the Heavenly Saint Empire, perhaps there is a reason for the two of us to join forces,” Shen Lang said with a faint smile, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Yaun Jinghong thought for a moment and then nodded slightly, ”Indeed, that could be considered a reason.”

”Young Master Yaan, he... he hurt me, how can we possibly ally with him!” Duan Qian, the Young Sect Master of the Thousand Mountain Sect, said with a face full of fury, ”No, I vehemently disagree.”

”Why be so agitated?” Yaan Jinghong said with a light smile. ”When did I ever ask for your agreement?”

”What do you mean?” Duan Qian swallowed with difficulty, then immediately felt a cold chill envelop his entire body.

The next instant, his consciousness was completely frozen; his body cracked into ice shards with a crunch.

With just one look, Yaan Jinghong had completely terminated his life.

”Young... Young Sect Master...”

The remaining True Disciple from the Thousand Mountain Sect shivered in fright, wetting himself. Yaan Jinghong was perhaps too ruthless. After all, his spot had been secured with the help of the Thousand Mountain Sect, yet now he was repaying kindness with cruelty!

However, the very next moment, that disciple’s body also instantly froze. The hot desert wind blew over him, and he too collapsed and shattered to pieces.

”Impressive as always, Brother Yaan, killing with a joke and without a change in expression,” Shen Lang commented, squinting his eyes. Yaan Jinghong was certainly a strong ally, but equally, he could be a venomous snake that would not spit out the bones after eating someone.

To ally with him required the utmost vigilance!

”Now that the boring trash is taken care of, let’s move on,” Yaan Jinghong said, his expression unchanged as he faced the scorching wind and sand, slowly moving forward.

Shen Lang shrugged his shoulders and lifted his leg to follow.

In the desert, two long sets of footprints were left behind, which gradually disappeared as they were blown by the wind and sand, further and further away...

...

Time passed, and another two days went by. On this journey, they did not encounter any Half-step Demon Emperor level monsters again. The group of three, led by Ling Feng, had more than enough strength to handle it.

However, with almost half of the time for the God Demon Battlefield event having passed, the best thing they had collected was a Holy Artifact, and it was a damaged one at that. Apart from its rare material, it was essentially devoid of any effects.

”This map is far too vague. Moreover, it’s indeed very difficult to discern directions in the middle of the desert!” Ling Feng sighed with a sense of frustration.

”Hmph, it’s clearly because certain people have no sense of direction!” Tuoba Yan pierced through Ling Feng’s poor directional instincts without any courtesy. Initially, it was Ling Feng who had led them astray by almost half a day’s journey. If it weren’t for Mu Qianxue’s timely realization, they would probably not have reached the Ancient Sect’s ruins before the God Demon Battlefield closed.

”Cough cough...” Ling Feng’s old face turned slightly red. With almost no landmarks in this vast desert, his natural sense of direction was almost nonexistent. Furthermore, his Divine Sense was greatly suppressed, so wasn’t it normal to get lost?

”Alright, alright, Sister Tuoba, don’t blame Brother Ling anymore. If it weren’t for Brother Ling taking the wrong path, we wouldn’t have even gotten that piece of the Holy Artifact fragment,” Mu Qianxue gently said.

”Hmph!”

Tuoba Yan rolled her eyes, thinking to herself: He still has the nerve to say that, after wandering around for half a day and only picking up a piece of scrap metal!

Feeling the disdain from Tuoba Yan, Ling Feng inwardly chuckled bitterly: Qianxue, Qianxue, are you praising me or putting me down...