Chapter 132: Chen Tian (1)

This Aura did not originate from anyone he knew, but was a deeper, faint resonance that seemed to come from the depths of his Bloodline.

"This feeling..."

Chen Chuan felt puzzled, and his pace involuntarily slowed.

He restrained all of his Aura, like a cheetah merging into the shadows, and quietly changed direction, sneaking toward the location where the Aura was coming from.

After passing through a dense forest of ancient trees, the scene ahead suddenly opened up, and the sounds of intense energy collisions and shouting could be heard.

In a messy open space, two figures were engaged in a fierce battle.

One side was a young man dressed in black, looking to be about the same age as Chen Chuan, with a look of unyielding stubbornness between his brows.

His opponent was a middle-aged man with a sinister face, whose cultivation was clearly much higher than the young man’s.

Chen Chuan’s gaze instantly locked onto the young man, and with a thought, he silently activated the Eye of Wisdom.

In an instant, the young man’s image changed in his eyes.

A majestic and noble Bloodline Power surged within his body, the Bloodline appearing as a deep blue and faintly condensing into the shape of a dragon.

"This is the Primordial Purple Radiance Ancestral Dragon Bloodline." Chen Chuan was somewhat surprised.

His own Bloodline, with the help of the System, had already reached perfection and appeared purple-gold in color.

But the young man’s Bloodline before him was a deep blue.

However, that unique fluctuation at its core, that brilliant holy majesty originating from the Ancient Dragon Race, was from the same source as his own Bloodline; there was no mistake.

What shocked him even more was that through the subtle insight of the Eye of Wisdom, the Bloodline concentration in this young man’s body was as high as fifty percent.

"At the First Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm, his Bloodline concentration is only fifty percent." Chen Chuan’s mind raced:

"The Chen Family has lived on the Sacred Martial Continent for generations, and there has never been any information about the Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain in the family records."

"Could it be that in a much more distant era, an ancestor of a branch of the Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain’s Chen Family descended to the Sacred Martial Continent and established a lineage there?"

The young man before him named Chen Tian was undoubtedly the best proof of this conjecture.

The fact that their Bloodlines shared the same source meant they had a common ancestor.

While Chen Chuan’s heart was in turmoil, the battle in the field had already become one-sided.

"Chen Tian, if you know what’s good for you, hand over the Dragon Yang Fruit. Otherwise, this place will be your grave today."

The middle-aged man, Yan Tiexin, shouted harshly. His palm strikes were sharp, forcing Chen Tian to retreat repeatedly, and a trace of blood had already leaked from the latter’s mouth.

Although Chen Tian was at an absolute disadvantage, his eyes were exceptionally determined.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Yan Tiexin, don’t even think about it! I won’t give it to you even if I die."

The Dragon Yang Fruit was a type of extreme Yang spiritual fruit. For a Cultivator with Dragon Clan Bloodline, it indeed had the miraculous effect of purifying the Bloodline and stimulating potential.

It was no wonder Chen Tian would rather die than hand it over.

"Stubborn! Then go to your death!"

Yan Tiexin lost his patience, and his cultivation at the Eighth Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm erupted fully.

The spiritual energy around him surged like a tide, transforming into a solid, massive palm print. Carrying the power to crumble mountains and crack rocks, it slammed ruthlessly toward Chen Tian.

If this palm landed solidly, with Chen Tian’s cultivation at the First Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm, there would be no chance of survival.

"Roar!"

Facing a desperate situation, Chen Tian let out an unwilling roar and unhesitatingly activated his Bloodline Power.

In an instant, his exposed skin was covered with a layer of crystalline blue dragon scales, and his pupils turned into vertical slits.

His Aura surged, temporarily rising to a level comparable to the Third or Fourth Level of the Half-Step Great Power Realm.

"Bloodline Power?" A flash of surprise appeared in Yan Tiexin’s eyes, but it was immediately replaced by killing intent. "You do have some tricks, but unfortunately, the gap in cultivation is not something that can be compensated for by this bit of Bloodline."

Boom!

The fist covered in blue dragon scales collided violently with the massive spiritual energy palm print. An energy storm swept out, snapping all the surrounding trees.

Chen Tian let out a muffled groan and staggered back. Fine cracks appeared on his arms covered in dragon scales, and blood seeped out; he had clearly suffered significant internal injuries.

Yan Tiexin, however, only swayed slightly, his Aura remaining robust.

The gap was too large!

The following battle was even more tragic.

Chen Tian struggled to hold on using his Bloodline Power, occasionally leaving a few scars on Yan Tiexin, but the damage he sustained himself was far heavier.

In just a moment, he was covered in blood, his Aura withered, and the blue dragon scales became dim and lusterless.

"It’s over!" A cruel and triumphant smile appeared on Yan Tiexin’s face. "The Dragon Yang Fruit is mine, and I’ll be taking your life as well."

He concentrated all his spiritual energy, his fingers forming a claw. A cold, eerie light flickered at his fingertips as he aimed straight for Chen Tian’s heart.

This strike was fast as lightning and incredibly ruthless. Chen Tian, who was at his wit’s end, was completely unable to dodge, and a flash of despair couldn’t help but cross his eyes.

At this critical moment!

Swish!

A figure appeared before Chen Tian like a ghost, without any warning.

The newcomer didn’t even look back, simply throwing out a punch.

This punch seemed ordinary, without brilliant radiance or earth-shattering momentum, but the power of the Physical Body contained within it was terrifying to the extreme.

Bang!

Fist and claw collided, producing a dull, thunderous sound.

The cruel smile on Yan Tiexin’s face instantly froze, replaced by utter horror.

He only felt an indescribable force coming from the opponent’s fist, as if he had been struck by a primordial beast. A piercing, bone-deep pain shot through his entire arm.

He was forced back uncontrollably for more than ten steps before he managed to stabilize himself.

The figure that had suddenly appeared, however, remained motionless, standing before Chen Tian like a mountain.

The sudden turn of events left Chen Tian, who had closed his eyes to wait for death, stunned.

He stared blankly at the tall back before him, failing to react for a moment.

Yan Tiexin was both shocked and furious, staring intently at Chen Chuan who had suddenly intervened.