Chapter 1708

Chapter 1708 (Raw 1720): The Might of Three Palm Strikes

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

A crowd descended from the second floor, radiating surging killing Qi. These people's cultivations were all extraordinary. They were core disciples of various sects. There were even one or two true inheritors.

Aside from the disciples from the various Confucian sects of the Heavenly Shaking Mountain and the many temples of the Potala Mountain, there were even disciples of the Black Cave Mountain's various sects.

No wonder Ling Yu was still in such a sorry state despite experiencing a huge improvement in strength. If it were the Xiao Chen before advancing, he would not be able to deal with this, either.

"What Treasure Tool did you get?"

Xiao Chen could not help feeling curious about what Treasure Tool it was for so many people to go after him. Even if it were a Dao Tool, it would not be this bad.

"It's this."

Ling Yu wiped off the blood at his lips and took out a short sword from his embrace.

Even before the short sword was unsheathed, Xiao Chen felt a cold sharpness and a weak aura of the Great Dao.

His expression immediately froze. This was a Treasure Tool that was about to nurture a Great Dao. No wonder everyone coveted it.

If it was used for three to five years and it managed to materialize a Dao, it would be even better for a cultivator's comprehension than a Dao Tool.

Being able to see a complete Great Dao being born in one's hand, just thinking about it made one excited.

Of course, Xiao Chen was not…he had already comprehended the Saber Dao's Great Dao Energy.

Xiao Chen took the short sword and saw the words "Ink Cloud." Just holding the sword's scabbard, he could feel the surging energy contained in the sword.

It was indeed a good sword. The Ten Thousand Weapon Pavilion truly lived up to being one of the three most popular places in the Fiendish Demon Battlefield. Just one peak Treasure Tool was already like this.

In that case, a Dao Tool would be even more incredible.

"It's him. White Robes Xiao Chen!"

Several core disciples from the Black Cave Mountain recognized Xiao Chen. Their expressions showed some changes.

The White Robes Xiao Chen had defeated the Little Thunder Saber with one saber strike on Thunder Controlling Peak. Then, he faced Shangguan Lei. This news had spread like wildfire in the Black Cave Mountain.

The disciples of the other sects more or less heard something about it. The urgent footsteps immediately stopped.

A person's name was like the shadow of a tree.

Although Xiao Chen was unknown, Shangguan Lei was very famous. Xiao Chen was able to face Shangguan Lei and leave easily. Due to just this point alone, no one dared to act rashly.

"Xiao Chen, this does not concern you. You'd better not stick your nose where it does not belong," a blue-clad youth, one of the two true inheritors present, shouted coldly when he saw Xiao Chen fiddling with the short sword. Even if Xiao Chen could face Shangguan Lei, there were more than a hundred people here.

The cultivations of these people were at least at the late-stage Minor Primal Core Realm. These were all core disciples of their respective sects. Otherwise, they would not dare to compete for a peak Treasure Tool.

As long as one or two people stepped forward and rallied everyone here, they would have nothing to fear from the insignificant Xiao Chen.

This was where the difficulty of snatching a Dao Tool or Treasure Tool lay. Just subduing a weapon did not mean that one would own it.

One still needed the ability to face the encirclement of more than a hundred people and escape. This was how humans were. If they could not obtain something, they would make sure no one could.

The blue-clad youth turned his head slightly, looking at the other true inheritor, who came from the Black Cave Mountain's Heavenly Profound Sect. He said, "Brother Zhang Yu, you agree, right?"

Zhang Yu was the blue-clad youth's greatest rival. However, at this moment, they thought of working together.

"Xiao Chen, are you still not going to hand over the Ink Cloud Sword? Are you really thinking of helping your friend block so many of us?" Zhang Yu followed up coldly, expressing his stance.

If Xiao Chen did not hand over the Black Ink Sword, Zhang Yu was willing to cooperate with the blue-clad youth.

With two true inheritors leading the charge, the confidence of the group of core disciples immediately rose sharply.

After all, true inheritors were very strong. In core disciples' opinion, a true inheritor would hold a forty-percent chance of victory against the peak Minor Primal Core Xiao Chen in a one-on-one fight. With two of them working together, their odds of victory would be higher than Xiao Chen's.

If the core disciples were added, no matter how they calculated it, Xiao Chen did not have any chance of victory at all.

Given this thought, the core disciples no longer showed any fear. The ferocious expressions reappeared on their faces, conveying obvious agreement with the two true inheritors.

However, all that the core disciples saw was a silent Xiao Chen raising his head and glaring at them coldly. Then, a strong aura erupted from him.

Suddenly, Xiao Chen's aura skyrocketed. Previously, when he was suppressing it, the tyrannical air that he gave off was already quite daunting. When he stopped suppressing it, his aura billowed out spiritedly with nothing held back.

Five golden stars flickered on his crystalline Primal Core.

Combining the might of the Great Dao, Xiao Chen drove his Veritable Essence Energy. Resplendent purple energy flowed in his meridians like a raging river roaring like thunder. All the energy of his body erupted as he threw a palm strike.

"Bang!"

Xiao Chen's formidable Veritable Essence Energy knocked the two true inheritors, who were leading the charge, into the air.

Before the core disciples of the various sects behind, who were preparing to voice their agreement with the two true inheritors, could speak, they fell back, vomiting blood. Caught off guard and lacking the strength of a true inheritor, they were directly blasted back and fell to the floor, moaning in pain.

The core disciples who were preparing to threaten Xiao Chen ended up groaning and moaning in pain on the floor. In the blink of an eye, only the two true inheritors remained standing.

The strong wind that the Veritable Essence Energy kicked up howled in the surroundings. The hair and clothes of the two standing true inheritors fluttered about wildly. They had difficulty opening their eyes.

"How strong!"

"His strength is definitely comparable to Shangguan Lei's. How did he do it?"

The two true inheritors cried bitterly in their hearts, not daring to say anything more. They immediately turned tail and ran. They already knew how horrifying Shangguan Lei was. Now, Xiao Chen possessed a strength rivaling Shangguan Lei's.

If the two true inheritors still dared to stand their ground, they would just be seeking death!

"Boom!"

Xiao Chen remained silent and threw another palm strike—a more berserk and tyrannical one. Like before, he launched it at full power. However, the might that burst forth was even faster and more violent.

Six stars lit up on the crystalline Primal Core.

"Bang!" The two true inheritors had just turned around when the Veritable Essence Energy in the palm wind ruthlessly slammed them into the wall.

Then, the two true inheritors fell to the floor. This slam was truly ruthless. They both felt most of their bones shatter.

It seemed like every time Xiao Chen used his full power, he could dig out more of the 9-Star Primal Core's potential.

Thinking this, he launched another palm strike. The Purple Thunder Divine Incantation circulated wildly, and his clothes flapped loudly. His long hair danced all over the place, and his stern expression looked exceptionally fearsome.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

This time, when Xiao Chen threw the palm strike, the 9-Star Primal Core still lit up only six stars. However, the eruption speed was even faster. The hundred-odd core disciples on the ground and the two true inheritors ended up piled against the wall like sandbags.

With such a strong palm wind, not to mention working together, the many core disciples struggled even to walk. Their movements were also restricted.

Xiao Chen frowned slightly. If he wanted to explode forth with the might of a 9-Star Primal Core, it looked like he still needed some time to familiarize himself with it.

The might of the Veritable Essence Energy that gushed out of his Primal Core was a bit weaker than he expected. Nevertheless, he was rather satisfied.

This was worth his long and bitter perseverance.

"Martial Uncle, when did you become so strong?" Ling Yu gaped, stunned completely speechless for a long time after this.

Three palms strikes. With just three palm strikes, Xiao Chen severely injured all the core disciples and two true inheritors who had persecuted Ling Yu, depriving them of all their combat prowess.

Ling Yu simply could not have imagined this. Earlier, he was still thinking of how to resolve this spot of trouble.

However, after three palm strikes, the situation completely turned around, stunning and flabbergasting him.

Was this still the martial uncle that Ling Yu knew?

Ling Yu recalled that when his martial uncle was a half-step Primal Core cultivator, Ling Yu could still barely hold his own for one hundred moves against him. When they entered the Fiendish Demon Battlefield, Xiao Chen was clearly not this horrifying.

However, Xiao Chen smiled calmly. "Truthfully, just earlier. Let's not speak about this for now. Who gave you these wounds?"

"Those two true inheritors were mostly responsible. I could still deal with one. With two of them working together, plus the attacks of the others, there was no way I could resist at all."

Xiao Chen nodded to indicate his understanding. Then, he walked over to the piled-up core disciples and started tossing them aside like he was picking out vegetables.

The lips of the other people on the same floor who were watching twitched. This…were these really the core disciples of the various sects?

After digging out the two true inheritors, Xiao Chen carried one in each hand and tossed them at Ling Yu's feet. Then, he returned the short sword to Ling Yu.

"Whatever they did to you, you do it to them yourself. I won't be helping you."

Xiao Chen dusted his hands off as if he just did something very casual. Then, he headed straight for the second floor.

He left behind a group of speechless sect disciples who were swallowing their saliva and exchanging looks with one another.