Chapter 363: Chapter 333: The Great Reckoning! Extermination of the Breed, Eradication of the Clan, Eliminating Future Troubles! [2-in-1!]
Palace Master Suxin left with Mo Qingyue.
Before leaving, Palace Master Suxin handed Chen Zhixing an invitation, stating that in three months, the Celestial Saint Palace would host a grand event, and Chen Zhixing could attend as a guest.
After the event, whether Chen Zhixing wished to stay or leave was entirely up to him.
Chen Zhixing was momentarily stunned, but quickly understood, giving a deep bow to the departing Palace Master Suxin.
This Palace Master Suxin truly showed him great kindness!
This time she not only crossed endless distances to lend a hand but also, fearing retaliation afterward, handed Chen Zhixing an invitation, clearly intending to protect the Ziwei Chen Family.
This invitation was also a signal to the other two great Immortal Tao Lineages!
It was... that the Celestial Saint Palace had allied with the Ziwei Chen Family!
"If you seek favor, first lower yourself... There’s seldom a kindness without reason in this world, why does this Palace Master Suxin assist me so?"
Chen Zhixing turned around, furrowing his brows slightly.
Having lived two lives, perhaps seeing many people, he was naturally inclined to be suspicious, thus facing such kindness he was often filled with doubt.
"Forget it, matters of the future are for another day, at least for now, this Palace Master Suxin, and Sister Yue’er, indeed have shown me kindness, I must remember this."
Shaking his head, Chen Zhixing stopped overthinking and started to walk down towards the Sikong Clan Territory.
"Patriarch!"
"Hahaha, this time we achieved a great victory, all thanks to the Patriarch’s grace!"
"Today’s battle will certainly be recorded in history, shining through the ages!"
Numerous Elders of the Ziwei Chen Family stepped forward, laughing and speaking cheerfully.
Behind them, a large group of young disciples from the Ziwei Chen Family looked on with full admiration, as if beholding a legend!
"Uncle Four, what are the casualties this time?"
Chen Zhixing nodded slightly, then looked at Chen Tianchen.
Chen Tianchen smiled and said: "Rest assured, thanks to prior arrangements, our Ziwei Chen Family disciples, in the Illumination and Divine Travel realms, each carried Protective Treasures, and combined with the Battle Array, they were able to interchange freely, sharing the burden, supplemented with various divine pills and remedies.
Many were severely injured, but none were killed."
"As for those in the True Self Realm, we outnumbered the opponent completely, achieving a landslide victory, with not a single serious injury!"
At this point,
Chen Tianchen paused briefly in his words, looking at the Netherworld Elders in the distance who were lamenting, and said with a laugh:
"However, in the Nirvana Realm battle, the Netherworld Elders and Dugu Ni faced tremendous pressure, and each is not lightly injured."
"Isn’t it said that injuries are rare in the Nirvana Realm?"
Chen Zhixing smirked, looking at Elder Nether in the distance who sat on the ground wailing, and walked forward.
As Chen Zhixing approached, Elder Nether glanced at Chen Zhixing from the corner of his eye, then quickly cried out even louder.
"Oh dear, today’s battle has truly exhausted my old bones!"
"After this battle, I feel like I’ve lost years of my life!"
"Elder Ming is nothing but a loudmouthed coward; when he faced the four great Nirvana masters of the Sikong Family, he nearly fled in terror, if not for my own courage, battling them alone!"
"Otherwise, today the Ziwei Chen Family might have suffered a tragic fate in the Mortal World..."
Listening to the nearby wailing, the veins on Elder Ming’s forehead throbbed furiously, just as he was about to angrily rebuke.
"Have you truly lost years of life?"
Chen Zhixing stood before Elder Nether, looking at him with a smile.
"Indeed!"
Elder Nether sighed mournfully upon hearing this.
"I feel that you, Elder Nether, are full of energy. Very well then, today I shall grant your wish and truly cut a few years off your lifespan, just to make up for our battle shortfall..."
As the words fell,
Chen Zhixing suddenly raised his hand, dark energy rising between his five fingers.
"Ah?"
Elder Nether was momentarily taken aback, then quickly scrambled to his feet, straightening his chest boldly, saying:
"It was an illusion! I was merely momentarily misled by a Heart Demon, speaking nonsense, just now I carefully felt and realized..."
"That’s enough! Stop your nonsense!"
Chen Zhixing interrupted Elder Nether with a dark expression.
He thoroughly understood what Elder Nether was plotting, merely exaggerating to gain more resources during the later settlement with the Sikong Family.
This boorish old rogue, when he first met him, because he couldn’t discern his nature, he held quite a bit of respect, after all, he was once a follower of Chen Daoyan sweeping across an era.
But upon closer understanding, he suddenly realized why Chen Daoyan was so hesitant when assigning this boorish old rogue as his Guardian.
Elder Nether chuckled dryly: "Hahaha, Patriarch truly is a genius of the age; even my banter cannot escape the Patriarch’s discerning eyes."
Pausing for a moment,
seeing Chen Zhixing’s expression soften, he boldly said:
"Patriarch, I would not dare exaggerate, but I did contribute greatly to this battle. However, I have always been indifferent to fame and fortune, not seeking much share of the resources, I only hope... I heard Sikong Xuanji had several stunning Daoist partners now in their prime, yet still in their most exquisite and refined period..."
Before Elder Nether could finish.
"Do you truly relish what’s left by others?" Elder Ming interjected contemptuously.
"What do you know? Such..."
Seeing the two begin to exchange coarse words again, Chen Zhixing darkened his face and said, "We will discuss this later."
After speaking,
Chen Zhixing took a deep breath and headed towards the Sikong Clan Territory.
The once near-celestial landscape of the Sikong Clan Territory was now reduced to ruins, a ravaged scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Many young disciples of the Sikong Noble Family had not all perished in this battle; their faces were blank, their pupils unfocused, staring blankly at Chen Zhixing.