Chapter 93: The Power of the Four-Colored Fire Lotus (2)

Chen Chuan’s eyes turned cold. Seizing the opportunity, a wisp of dark, strange flame, emanating Auras of decay and scorching heat, quietly danced on his fingertip.

"Myriad Poison Heart-Corroding Flame, go!"

That wisp of dark fire seemed alive, instantly clinging to Ao Xuan’s arm.

Ah!

Ao Xuan let out a shrill scream.

He felt an agonizing, piercing pain mixed with a terrifying burning sensation spreading instantly.

Even more terrifyingly, his Soul felt as if it was being eroded by poison.

He clearly felt his vitality and Spiritual Power rapidly draining away.

"What kind of demonic fire is this?"

Terrified, he no longer cared about attacking, frantically circulating the immense Spiritual Power within his body, trying to dispel the strange flame.

The dark fire stubbornly burned on his arm, making sizzling sounds.

No matter how he urged his Spiritual Power, he couldn’t extinguish it immediately.

It took nearly thirty percent of his Spiritual Power for Ao Xuan to barely dispel the flame that clung to him like a maggot in the bone.

But his entire arm was scorched black, and his Aura had weakened considerably.

The look he gave Chen Chuan was filled with terror and malice.

At this point, Ao Xuan completely abandoned all his pride and dignity.

He roared sternly at Ao Yu, who was nearby, and Dragon Son Ao Yun, who had barely recovered somewhat:

"Attack together! This kid possesses Spirit Fire and has a strange Physique. He absolutely cannot be allowed to live! We must combine our strength and kill him!"

Dragon Son Ao Yun already hated Chen Chuan to the bone, and upon hearing this, he immediately spoke savagely:

"The Chaos Divine Body is destined to fall today. It is your honor to die by the hands of three powerhouses from my True Dragon Nest."

The three formed a triangular formation, surrounding Chen Chuan in the middle.

Seeing that the three True Dragon Nest experts were actually going to gang up on Chen Chuan alone, the surrounding Sacred Martial Continent Cultivators showed expressions of contempt.

"Pah! How shameless. Three Upper Realm experts attacking one First Level of the Void Breaking Realm expert from the Lower Realm, and they need to surround him?"

"They’ve completely disgraced the True Dragon Nest!"

"Shh! Be quiet, do you want to die?"

Although everyone felt disdain internally, they dared not openly voice their accusations.

Everyone could only suppress this contempt in their hearts and worry even more about Chen Chuan’s situation.

Chen Chuan’s gaze swept over the three, his eyes still cold and calm.

He took a deep breath, knowing well that with his current cultivation.

Facing two Ninth Level of the Void Breaking Realm experts and one Dragon Son who possessed a true dragon bone simultaneously, conventional methods would be difficult to win.

But he still had a trump card!

Under the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Chen Chuan slowly raised both hands.

A wisp of dark Myriad Poison Heart-Corroding Flame danced in his left hand, while three completely different types of flames simultaneously appeared in his right hand.

"What is he going to do?" someone muttered.

The next moment, under the horrified gazes of everyone, Chen Chuan slowly brought his hands together.

Four types of flames, raging with elemental power, were forcibly merged together by him in an incomparably profound manner.

A heart-palpitating wave of destruction instantly spread out.

A Four-Colored Fire Lotus, only the size of a palm, quietly appeared in Chen Chuan’s palm.

The Fire Lotus slowly rotated; with every rotation, the surrounding space slightly twisted, as if unable to bear the terrifying energy contained within.

The pupils of the three—Ao Xuan, Ao Yu, and Dragon Son Ao Yun—contracted sharply.

They felt an intense unease emanating from that small Four-Colored Fire Lotus.

"Don’t let him finish!"

Ao Xuan roared, his internal anxiety reaching its peak.

"Kill!"

The three held nothing back, simultaneously unleashing their strongest Divine Abilities.

Ao Xuan displayed the True Dragon Star Shattering Fist again.

Ao Yu’s jade hand waved out Dragon Scales made of ice crystals that filled the sky.

Dragon Son Ao Yun desperately activated his true dragon bone, striking out with a solidified Dragon shadow.

Three world-destroying attacks blasted toward Chen Chuan in the center from three directions.

Facing this fatal situation, Chen Chuan’s face was slightly pale; clearly, condensing the Four-Colored Fire Lotus consumed a tremendous amount of his energy.

His eyes sharpened, and without hesitation, he gently pushed out the Destructive Fire Lotus in his hand.

"Go."

The Four-Colored Fire Lotus drifted lightly toward the central point where the three combined attacks met.

In the instant of contact.

Boom, rumbling... A terrifying explosion beyond description suddenly erupted.

At that moment, it was as if a four-colored sun had risen in the valley, and endless light and heat swallowed everything!

Destructive energy surged outward like a tsunami; wherever it passed, rocks, ancient trees, and even the air were instantly vaporized.

A gigantic, nuclear-explosion-like mushroom cloud of flame shot into the sky, churning the wind and clouds, shaking the heavens and earth.

The scorching firestorm swept across a kilometer radius, the ground was forcefully scraped away by several zhang, forming a shocking, scorched black crater.

The soil and sand within the crater were entirely vitrified, emitting terrifying high temperatures.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning and destruction.

When the destructive light and flames gradually dissipated, and a sliver of clarity returned to the world.

Everyone was so shocked by the sight before them that they were speechless.

They saw Ao Xuan, Ao Yu, and Dragon Son Ao Yun lying at the bottom of the huge scorched crater like three dead dogs.

Their luxurious robes had long turned to ash, their bodies were scorched black and bloody, and their Auras were extremely weak.

They couldn’t even move a finger, having completely lost the ability to fight.

The surroundings were dead silent.

Everyone stared blankly, mouths agape, at the gigantic crater formed as if by a meteorite impact, and the three dying True Dragon Nest powerhouses at the bottom.

Three True Dragon Nest powerhouses had actually met such an end.

Just as everyone was still immersed in unparalleled shock.

Chen Chuan suppressed the feeling of weakness in his body, moving like lightning, instantly rushing into the giant crater.

His eyes were cold, devoid of any pity. His hand rose and fell.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Pfft!

Three soft sounds.

The three—Ao Xuan, Ao Yu, and Dragon Son Ao Yun—widened their eyes, filled with unwillingness and terror. Their heads instantly separated from their bodies, and they perished on the spot.

Chen Chuan swiftly took the Storage Rings from the three, ignoring the dumbstruck onlookers around him.

The remaining Spiritual Power in his body circulated frantically. He transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the horizon at the fastest possible speed.

He had to leave immediately.

The commotion from the Four-Colored Fire Lotus explosion was too great; the True Dragon Nest powerhouses must have been alerted.

Sure enough, shortly after Chen Chuan left, several incomparably powerful Auras, filled with towering rage, rushed over quickly.

The leader, an old man wearing a golden Dragon robe, saw the three scorched, headless corpses at the bottom of the crater.

His eyes were splitting with rage, and terrifying killing intent, feeling substantial, shot up into the sky, causing the temperature within a ten-mile radius to plummet suddenly.

"Who? Who did this?"

He let out a deafening roar; the sound waves shook the distant mountains.

His gaze swept around, instantly locking onto a Sacred Martial Continent Cultivator who hadn’t managed to flee far.

His figure flickered, and he appeared before the person like a phantom.

A hand covered in Dragon Scales directly gripped the person’s throat, lifting him off the ground.

"Speak! Who is the murderer?"

The Old Man in the Golden Dragon Robe’s voice was frigid like the cold wind of the Nine Nethers.

The Cultivator was scared stiff, his face ashen white.

Feeling the killing intent that threatened to crush him, how could he dare to hide anything?

He screamed with all his strength: "It’s... it’s Saint Chen Chuan of the Primordial Holy Land."

"Chen Chuan of the Primordial Holy Land."

Terrifying golden light burst from the eyes of the Old Man in the Golden Dragon Robe; he was practically grinding his teeth.

He crushed the Cultivator to death, then looked up and let out a Dragon roar that tore through the sky, his killing intent boiling like the sea:

"I will use the blood of the entire Primordial Holy Land to commemorate the heroic Souls of my Clan."

The terrifying declaration echoed throughout this space.

Presaging a bloody storm that would sweep across the Primordial Holy Land, about to arrive.