Chapter 144: Explosive (1)

The dead silence in the arena was completely shattered by Chen Chuan’s flat yet domineering three words.

"Next."

"Who’s next to die?"

His voice wasn’t loud, yet it resonated like a clap of thunder in the ears of everyone from the Jin Family.

Before the shock and confusion could fade from their faces, they were ignited with a sky-high rage by this blatant provocation.

"Arrogant!"

"He killed Jin Yuan and still dares to be so insolent."

"Senior Brother Jin Wu! Kill him! Avenge Jin Yuan!"

"Tear him into ten thousand pieces and scatter his ashes!"

The Jin Family camp instantly boiled over. The Disciples were filled with indignation, their eyes bloodshot, wishing they could personally charge onto the field and skin Chen Chuan alive.

All eyes were focused on the figure standing with arms crossed, looking down on everyone with disdain.

The indifference on Jin Wu’s face finally crumbled, replaced by an extreme fury at being provoked by an ant.

He slowly lowered his arms and stepped out of the Jin Family camp, one step at a time.

"Very well." Jin Wu’s voice was ice-cold, containing a bone-deep killing intent:

"It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a fool as eager to die as you."

"Did killing Jin Yuan make you swell with such arrogance?"

He stood still in the arena, facing Chen Chuan from a distance, his gaze as if looking at a dead man.

"Wu’er!" Jin Wushang’s voice rang out, carrying an unquestionable chill: "This boy is strange. Do not hold back. End this quickly and use his blood to wash away our Jin Family’s disgrace."

Jin Wu nodded heavily, a cruel smile appearing on his face:

"Rest assured, Patriarch. I will crush his bones inch by inch and make him kneel on the ground to repent for his ignorance and arrogance."

"The dignity of the Jin Family shall not be profaned!"

He turned and locked onto Chen Chuan, his Half-Step Great Power Realm, Ninth Level pressure released without reservation.

Golden blood-qi power soared into the sky, faintly forming a blurry but exceptionally majestic phantom of a Golden-Winged Great Peng behind him. Its wings spread wide, seemingly capable of tearing the heavens apart.

The pressure belonging to the Rank Seven Golden-Winged Great Peng Bloodline made many present feel a sense of palpitation.

Chen Chuan’s gaze remained calm, as if he weren’t facing a Half-Step Great Power Realm Ninth Level Heavenly Pride, but just an ordinary opponent.

Jin Wu’s rage was instantly ignited: "Die!"

Boom!

He said no more, his body suddenly moving as he pushed the Golden Peng Art to its limit.

His entire being transformed into a golden bolt of lightning that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, his speed reaching the extreme.

Only faint golden afterimages and a piercing tearing sound were left in the air.

"Void-Tearing Claw!"

His first move was a killing strike. Golden light condensed on his claws into physical blades, carrying the will to tear through everything as they aimed directly for Chen Chuan’s throat and heart with extreme ruthlessness.

He wanted to use absolute speed and power to instantly kill this boy who had brought shame to the Jin Family.

Facing this attack as swift as a thunderclap, the hearts of the Chen Family members, which had just settled, leaped back into their throats.

The Jin Family Disciples roared with excitement, as if they could already see Chen Chuan being torn to shreds.

Meanwhile, on the Chen Family’s side, there was nothing but worry.

"No one would joke with their own life. Brother Chen Chuan must be confident."

Chen Tian clenched his fists. Although nervous, his eyes were filled with blind trust in Chen Chuan.

Chen Xiao’s gaze was also solemn as he thought to himself:

"Chen Chuan, show me your true potential! If you can defeat Jin Wu, my Chen Family shall flourish!"

In the arena, Jin Wu’s incomparably sharp Golden Peng claws were about to touch Chen Chuan’s body.

At this critical moment, something seemed to awaken within Chen Chuan’s body.

Buzz!

An ancient, vast, and extremely noble Aura, like a Primordial Ancestral Dragon that had slept for eons, suddenly descended.

A brilliant purple-gold light erupted from within Chen Chuan.

It was no longer the mysterious yellow color from his fight against Jin Yuan, but a deeper, more noble purple-gold hue.

Purple-gold dragon scales the size of an infant’s palm, engraved with profound patterns, instantly covered his entire body, shimmering with a cold and sturdy luster.

Within his eyes, purple-gold light swirled, as if two miniature Divine Dragons were circling.

A Dragon Might that stood above all living beings spread out like a tide, actually forcing back Jin Wu’s Rank Seven Golden-Winged Great Peng Bloodline pressure.

"This... this is?" A Chen Family Elder suddenly stood up.

His eyes were wide and round, his voice trembling with extreme excitement: "Purple-gold dragon scales! The perfect stage—it’s a Perfect Bloodline!"

"What? A Perfect Bloodline?"

"My God! A possessor of a Perfect Bloodline has actually appeared in our Chen Family."

"Ancient records state that only when Bloodline purity reaches the extreme can it manifest a purple-gold color! This is the true posture of an Ancestral Dragon."

The Chen Family camp was in a complete uproar!

All the Chen Family members, whether Disciples or Elders, stood up, their faces filled with indescribable ecstasy and shock.

A Perfect Bloodline meant unparalleled potential; it meant the Chen Family might give birth to a true Supreme in the future.

Previous worries and doubts vanished in an instant, replaced by incomparable pride and fervor.

"Chen Chuan! Chen Chuan! Chen Chuan!"

Someone started the chant, and soon deafening shouts echoed through the clouds as the morale of the Chen Family reached its peak.

Chen Tian was trembling with excitement.

In contrast, the Jin Family’s side was filled with horror.

"Purple-gold... a Perfect Bloodline? How is this possible?"

"Hasn’t the Chen Family’s Bloodline degenerated? How could..."

The Jin Family Disciples’ faces were frozen in shock, replaced by a trace of imperceptible fear.

Jin Wushang’s pupils also shrank suddenly, but he immediately forced down the turmoil in his heart and shouted sternly:

"What are you panicking for! So what if it’s a Perfect Bloodline? A massive Cultivation gap cannot be bridged by Bloodline alone."

"Jin Wu, kill him!"

In the arena, Jin Wu was also momentarily intimidated by Chen Chuan’s sudden Perfect Bloodline.

But hearing Jin Wushang’s shout, he immediately steadied his mind, the killing intent in his eyes growing even stronger:

"A Perfect Bloodline? Perfect! Throttling a Genius like you gives a greater sense of accomplishment. Your Bloodline will forge my invincible Dao Heart."

"Golden Peng World-Burning Strike!"

The Golden Peng phantom behind him let out a sharp cry, its wings erupting in raging golden flames—a manifestation of blood-qi burning to the limit.

His speed and power surged once more, his claws carrying a terrifying heatwave that could incinerate everything as they lunged fiercely at Chen Chuan’s head.

"Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture, First Revolution!"

Chen Chuan stopped circulating the Primordial Sacred Dragon Scripture and instead performed an even more powerful battle Cultivation Method.

His blood-qi circulated in a profound trajectory, and a Battle Intent of absolute purity soared into the sky, as if he were a God of War stepping out from the primordial era.

He no longer dodged and likewise threw a punch.

On his purple-gold fist, power stacked layer upon layer. It was unadorned, yet it contained a terrifying might capable of shattering mountains.

Thud!

Fist and claw collided again.

This time, however, it was no longer the muffled sound from when he dealt with Jin Yuan.

Instead, it was like two giant mountains of divine iron crashing into each other, erupting with a deafening metallic clang.

A violent airwave exploded in a ring centered on the two, kicking up dust that filled the sky.

To the disbelief of everyone in the Jin Family, in a direct head-on clash, Jin Wu’s body shook violently, and he staggered back a step.

Meanwhile, Chen Chuan’s body only swayed slightly, his feet as if rooted to the spot, completely motionless.

"What?"

For the first time, a crack appeared in the confidence on Jin Wu’s face.

He felt a sharp pain radiating from the bones in his hand.