Immortal of the Nine Realms

Chapter 478: Talk Shit Get Hit

Dongfang Haojie's expression was strange as he looked at Fairy Tianyin. “Is this guy... challenging Brother Fang Chen to a duel?”

"Should we inform Fang Chen? It would be best if he could go easy on him. That senior from Profound Yellow Palace has quite a temper..." Fairy Tianyin conveyed through sound transmission.

"Go easy on him? Forget it. They weren't planning on going easy on Fang Jue either just now. Look at Fang Jue," Dongfang Haojie replied through sound transmission.

Fairy Tianyin was about to scold him but then her gaze fell on Fang Jue. She saw his weak appearance, but she also saw that he had a silly smile as he looked at Fang Chen, and her heart softened slightly.

"Junior Brother Fang, your injury...."

"It's nothing, just some flesh wounds. Did you all see? It's really Fang Chen, right? I'm not dreaming, haha... Ah...."

Fang Jue winced as the movement caused his injuries to flare.

"What's the matter? Afraid to fight now? If you really are Fang Chen and can slay Nascent Soul Realm cultivators with your sword, you shouldn't be afraid of my senior brother," Mu Zhaowen sneered.

Fang Chen ignored Mu Zhaowen and smiled at Yun Tiancheng. "Is this a fight to the death?"

This conversation was similar to the one between Fang Jue and Mu Zhaowen a while ago.

"Life or death depends on—"

Yun Tiancheng instinctively spoke but then suddenly thought of something, a faint smile appearing on his face. "We have no grievances between us, so why fight to the death? Let's just exchange some pointers."

Although the rumors were likely false, the possibility that his opponent was a sword cultivator was still there. Killing a sword cultivator would require paying too high a price.

"Alright, let's exchange some pointers then," said Fang Chen with a nod.

They exchanged a glance, and in the next moment, both of them moved at the same time. Yun Tiancheng employed his old tricks, summoning a towering golden-armored giant behind Fang Chen and aiming a palm strike at him.

Fang Chen casually swung his sword, reducing the giant to ashes. His figure then vanished abruptly and reappeared in front of Yun Tiancheng. With a light flick of his wrist, Fang Chen's sword smacked Yun Tiancheng's mouth, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. When Yun Tiancheng came back to his senses, he opened his mouth, spitting out some shattered teeth.

The onlookers were stunned. Some rubbed their eyes in disbelief, wondering if they were under an illusion. How could Yun Tiancheng be beaten to such a state in the blink of an eye?

Yun Tiancheng's eyes flashed with horror. "You...."

Suddenly, Fang Chen disappeared again. By the time Yun Tiancheng reacted, he felt intense pain in his mouth once more. He realized that Fang Chen had appeared beside him and struck his mouth with his sword again.

Mu Zhaohuo was dumbfounded, finding it hard to believe what he was witnessing. Was this still the Chief Disciple of the Profound Gate of the Profound Yellow Palace, Yun Tiancheng?

After landing that hit, Fang Chen created distance and bowed with clasped hands, smiling.

"Thanks for going easy on me."

"He's still so elusive," muttered Dongfang Haojie in amazement. Back then, even a Nascent Soul Realm expert like Immortal Void Rush couldn't perceive Fang Chen's movements. With such skills, defeating anyone would be effortless.

After a brief dizziness, Yun Tiancheng came back to his senses, looking to be in a sorry state.

Yun Tiancheng's handsome face was ruined due to swelling around his mouth, which destroyed his attractiveness. He even looked somewhat comical right now.

Yun Tiancheng slowly covered his mouth, and a powerful surge of spiritual energy enveloped him, forming a thick spiritual barrier. "Going easy on you?"

Before Fang Chen could speak, a raging tide of spiritual energy had already surged around him. "We aren't done yet! Isn't it too early for you to say that?"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the lake, four towering golden-armored giants gradually stood up, each with a height of hundreds of feet, all formed from the power of the metal element.

Seeing that, the onlookers couldn't help but inhale sharply. Is this the true strength of Yun Tiancheng, the Chief Disciple of the Profound Gate?

Even a Golden Core Realm expert would find it difficult to control such majestic power of the metal element.

With eerie eyes fixed on Fang Chen, Yun Tiancheng said, "I'll show you my true abilities. Are you ready?"

"Fang Chen might be in trouble. Yun Tiancheng was caught off guard earlier because he didn't use a spiritual barrier to protect himself. Now that he's reacted and not taking things lightly, how can Fang Chen approach him with this spiritual barrier in place?"

"Right, especially with these four golden-armored warriors assisting, Fang Chen can only defend himself."

Hushed conversations circulated among the crowd.

Fang Chen nodded lightly. "You want to continue? Sure."

Fang Chen swung his sword lightly, easily slicing through the four golden-armored giants like cutting tofu. He then shattered Yun Tiancheng's spiritual barrier.

Bang!

The sword struck Yun Tiancheng's mouth again, causing his figure to arc in mid-air and plummet straight into the lake.

He plunged into the waters, giving rise to a splash. Afterward, some water bubbles emerged on the lake's surface, which soon returned to its original calm state.

All the whispering disappeared at that moment.

Fang Chen looked toward Mu Zhaohe and smiled. "The spar between me and your senior brother is over. It's your turn now."

Mu Zhaohe's neck and cheeks turned red. "Me!? When did I agree to spar with you?!"

"Why would I need your agreement?" replied Fang Chen, chuckling lightly and vanishing from his spot.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sword struck Mu Zhaohe's mouth three times, shattering his teeth and leaving him dizzy and disoriented, just like Yun Tiancheng, and he plunged into the lake.

The Chief Disciples of the Profound Gate and Yellow Gate had been both defeated.

The crowd dared not make a sound, watching Fang Chen and the others gracefully depart.

Regardless of whether the rumors were true or not, they now knew the formidable strength of that Grand Qian sword cultivator. Fang Chen toyed with the two Chief Disciples like they were children. That alone was enough to rank him among the top geniuses in the Azure Cloud Empire!

Someone looked towards the lake. "Will those two... be okay?"

In the next moment, Mu Zhaohe flew out of the lake carrying Yun Tiancheng, both in a sorry state. They quickly left the area.

At this moment, the appearances of the two were very similar, with a swollen mouth. They actually looked like ducks.

"Why did that sword cultivator only hit their mouths?" someone suddenly asked.

A few moments later, someone replied softly, "Perhaps he is telling them... that they will draw trouble to themselves if they talk too much nonsense?"

The crowd nodded thoughtfully, finding this explanation most reasonable.

Excitedly, they left the place as they chatted, guessing that today's events would soon spread throughout the Imperial Capital of the Azure Cloud Empire.

Within the crowd were many cultivators from the Profound Yellow Palace. After witnessing today's events, each of them had expressions as if they had lost their parents.

The two Chief Disciples of the Profound Yellow Palace... had been defeated by the same person. If the news spread throughout the Azure Cloud Empire, it would be a devastating blow to the reputation of the Profound Yellow Palace!

On the way to the Purple Pole Dao Academy, Dongfang Haojie was extremely curious about how Fang Chen managed to come back to life and he kept on asking.

Fang Chen was annoyed and attributed everything to his merits.

"Merits... no wonder my cultivation has advanced so quickly in recent years. It seems that I have also unknowingly gained some merits," Dongfang Haojie muttered to himself.

Fairy Tianyin pondered silently.

The power of merits... this invisible and intangible force, is it really so miraculous that it can even bring people back to life?

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