This sword, its energy pierces the sky. Even a Golden Core cultivator dares not take it head-on.

"This is the true level of a Direct Disciple of the Jade Dragon Wanderer, it seems Li Chen is going to be in trouble!"

"Ah, people like him have no self-awareness. With a small success, they think they can sweep the world. If he's not in trouble, who will be?"

Some people marveled at the power of Li Xuewei's sword, while others took the opportunity to ridicule Li Chen.

"Hmph, a petty skill!"

Li Chen lifted his eyes, in them flashed a sharp Sword Intent.

This was insight, probing for flaws in Li Xuewei's sword.

Then, Li Chen's figure transformed into a gust of Jifeng, directly facing the overwhelming Immortal Lotus Sword Shadow.

Only to see the light flashing from his fingertips, each Sword Intent, like Bai Hong through the sun, directly pierced the Immortal Lotus Sword Shadow full of holes.

"Break for me!"

Li Chen rubbed his fingers into a knife, transforming into a hundred-foot-long Sword Light, carrying the momentum of Sweeping Thousands of Army, cutting straight across.

"Boom!"

Li Xuewei's Immortal Lotus Sword Shadow only held for a moment before shattering on the spot, like a mirror being smashed.

She was so shocked that her eyes almost popped out, her figure forced to retreat repeatedly.

At that moment, Li Chen stepped in with a triangular folding pace, like a ghost, quickly closing the distance.

Li Xuewei was terrified, instinctively raising her sword to block.

However, just as she raised her long sword, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her wrist.

Looking again, the Magic Sword was already in Li Chen's hand.

"Swish!"

The long sword, flashing with icy cold light, was placed directly on Li Xuewei's snow-white neck. The sharp Sword Light left a shallow sword mark on her fair skin, which looked strikingly conspicuous in the sunlight.

Li Xuewei was shocked, unable to accept the result in front of her.

She bit her lip and, steeling herself, directly closed her eyes, showing a calm demeanor as if ready to face her fate.

Using the corner of his eye, Li Chen glanced at Li Xuewei. Seeing her so composed in the face of death, he couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration for her.

"You lost!"

Li Chen, saying this, then threw the Magic Sword away.

The Magic Sword spun several times mid-air, landing precisely in front of Li Xuewei.

Upon hearing Li Chen's words, Li Xuewei suddenly opened her eyes wide.

She first looked at her Magic Sword, then hastily glanced at Li Chen.

By this time, Li Chen had already walked away, leaving her with a mysterious and unpredictable back view.

Lian Hongshang gave Li Chen a sweet smile, holding his hand as they disappeared into the setting sun.

Seeing this scene, Li Xuewei was left disconsolate and felt extremely complicated emotions.

She stood there dazed for a long time before recalling the Magic Sword stuck in the ground and withdrew it, disappearing into the crowd rather awkwardly.

Lian Hongshang was also shocked to see Li Chen defeat Li Xuewei and capture her Magic Sword with just one face-off.

She had exchanged moves with Li Xuewei and knew her skills.

Especially that last Immortal Lotus Sword Shadow, if it were her, she was at most thirty percent confident in intercepting it.

"Chen, how are you so powerful?"

Lian Hongshang blinked her wide, shining eyes, curiously asking.

Li Chen casually brushed a lock of Lian Hongshang's hair, speaking with a hint of tenderness, "If I weren't strong, how could I protect you?"

"Hmph, who needs your protection?"

Although she said this, Lian Hongshang's heart felt as sweet as honey.

After walking a while, Li Chen's expression suddenly turned serious, saying, "Be careful, someone's following us!"

"Who?"

Lian Hongshang froze at these words, instinctively looking back, but Li Chen hurriedly pulled her back.

"Don't look back, or you'll alert the prey!"

While speaking, Li Chen tidied her hair again, lightly pecking her fair forehead.

Then he held Lian Hongshang's small hand, leading her into the depths of the forest.

It was evening at that time, the sun setting, its afterglow filtering through layered leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

A gust of wind blew, rustling the trees, making a sound akin to ghostly howls, creating a rather eerie atmosphere.

Li Chen looked up at the sky, shouting sternly, "Since you're here, why not show yourself?"

Before Li Chen's voice had even fallen, a palanquin appeared, flying through the air.

Upon seeing the arrival, Lian Hongshang gasped in shock.

"It's Zhuge Mingyue and them!"

Li Chen remained unmoved, without the slightest ripple of emotion, as if he had known the visitor's identity all along.

"I wondered who it was, turns out it's Mr. Zhuge, long time no see!"

Zhuge Mingyue chuckled coldly, saying, "I recently watched your duel from afar, Immortal Master Li. Quite impressive, truly commanding our admiration!"

Upon hearing "Immortal Master Li," Li Chen was taken aback.

This was the title given to him back on Earth, known to very few.

How could Zhuge Mingyue know such a secret thing?

Seeing through Li Chen's thoughts, Zhuge Mingyue coldly added, "Immortal Master Li, there's an old acquaintance who wants to meet you!"

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Li Chen was startled, then asked, "Old acquaintance?"

Zhuge Mingyue didn't answer but instead clapped his hands hard twice.

Instantly, a golden light streaked across the sky.

Before the applause fell, a figure appeared in a moon-white monk's robe, large ears hanging down to the shoulders, a string of Buddha Beads engraved with ancient Sanskrit around his neck, complementing his golden skin. From a distance, it was as if an Arhat had been reborn.

"Amitabha Buddha, Immortal Master Li, long time no see!"

This large-eared monk clasped a string of Buddhist beads and performed a greeting toward Li Chen.

Li Chen nodded slightly in return.

Immediately, he scrutinized this large-eared monk for a moment, then asked, "Master, are you also from Earth?"

The large-eared monk bowed and responded, "Amitabha Buddha, I am the head of the Indian Brahmin, known as Saint Mo Master!"

"Saint Mo Master?"

Hearing this name, Lian Hongshang gasped in shock.

The Miao Territory borders India, and being the Holy Daughter of the Witch God Sect, she was naturally very clear about these surrounding forces.

Li Chen remained as steady as a mountain, also pressing his hands together in greeting.

"I have neither grievances with the Master from the past nor recent enmities. I wonder what your intentions are by coming here?"

Saint Mo Master didn't directly answer Li Chen's question but wore an expression of benevolence and asked, "Does Immortal Master Li still remember Jialan?"

Li Chen was momentarily stunned by the name. Jialan Zen Master, wasn't that the one who, along with Young Master Xue Wuxie and Devil Satan, besieged him in the Pacific Ocean?

Saint Mo Master keenly caught the surprise in Li Chen's expression before adding, "That Jialan Zen Master is my disciple. In terms of seniority, he is my nephew!"

Hearing this, Li Chen suddenly realized.

"Ah, I see. So, Master came here to avenge your nephew?"

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