Comprehension Heaven-Defying, I Create A Villain Longevity Family

Chapter 33: Come, Let's Play a Game

With a creaking sound,

the gate of the artificial mountain opened.

Xu Dalong led the way with a respectful expression on his face, then stopped in front of Ye Chen and pointed at him, saying,

"Third Young Master, this foolish kid is Ye Chen."

After speaking, Xu Dalong scolded Ye Chen, "Third Young Master is here, why haven't you paid your respects?"

But Ye Chen remained seated on the ground, maintaining a calm expression as he said, "What Third Young Master, Fifth Young Master? I don't know them."

After speaking, Ye Chen continued to sit calmly.

To him, even if the person in front of him was a descendant of the Changsheng Family, so what?

He was confident that with Qing'er by his side, his future was boundless, and he would surpass everyone in history!

The descendants of a mere prestigious family were not worth him standing up!

"How dare you!"

Xu Dalong immediately became furious, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to teach Ye Chen a lesson.

"Alright, you can leave now."

Chen Zhixing glanced at Xu Dalong and waited for him to leave.

Chen Zhixing's gaze swept across Ye Chen's face, then landed on the rusty ancient sword.

He narrowed his eyes.

"The Immortal Sword Qingzhi?" Chen Zhixing uttered a sentence.

In an instant,

Ye Chen, who had managed to maintain a calm expression on his face, suddenly changed his complexion.

He stood up with a "whoosh" and looked at Chen Zhixing with uncertainty, asking, "What did you just say?"

Chen Zhixing didn't reply, but his eyes flickered slightly.

Memories of the plot from the game "Great Cultivation" in his previous life surged up.

If he remembered correctly,

in his previous life, this game had nine main storylines, and one of them involved a destined protagonist who was originally a waste. However, he accidentally entered an ancient relic and obtained the divine sword Qingzhi. Then, he underwent a Dragon Transformation when encountering a great event, relying on the guidance of the sword spirit within Qingzhi to rise in the cultivation world, eventually becoming a Sword God!

From the perspective of the Chen Zhixing who had activated the God's Eye in his previous life, he was well aware.

In reality, this destined protagonist was weak, and the true strength lay in the immortal sword spirit within Qingzhi!

At that time, there were many classic quotes about this immortal sword spirit that were widely circulated.

[Where is your home? Point me in the right direction, and I'll only use one sword.]

[Qing'er is invincible, the protagonist can do as he pleases.]

[The protagonist can be washed, but Qing'er must live!]

From this, it could be seen how powerful and popular this immortal sword spirit was!

"So, this guy is the destined protagonist?" Chen Zhixing's gaze shifted, once again looking at Ye Chen, who was filled with surprise and uncertainty.

But Ye Chen, upon seeing Chen Zhixing's gaze once again, coldly snorted and said, "I don't care who you are, or how you found out about Qing'er's news. I'll give you two choices."

"If you leave now, I can pretend that nothing happened just now. Otherwise, you're choosing the path of death!"

"The path of death?" Chen Zhixing laughed. It seemed that this guy was indeed the destined protagonist.

He closed the white folding fan in his hand with a "swish," and his slender, clear eyes narrowed slowly, smiling ambiguously as he said,

"Then I'll give you a choice as well. Hand over this ancient sword, and I'll let you leave. How about that?"

As soon as these words fell,

Ye Chen immediately became furious and said, "You dare to have designs on Qing'er? You're seeking death!"

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The shackles on his hands and feet all shattered.

Ye Chen shouted, "Qing'er, attack!"

Whoosh!

The ancient sword instantly flew into the air, releasing a terrifying sword aura.

Sword auras filled the entire room!

On the green stone walls of the prison, countless cracks appeared!

"Die!"

Ye Chen reached out and pressed down heavily.

The ancient sword immediately stabbed fiercely towards Chen Zhixing!

Ding--!

A clear and crisp sound was heard.

Chen Zhixing casually waved the folding fan in his hand, causing the ancient sword to fly violently. The tip of the sword slanted and plunged half a foot into the ground, while the hilt shook violently.

"Ye Yechen, this person's cultivation is profound, at least at the Astral Wandering realm!"

"I just woke up, I'm no match for him."

"Quick, run away."

A weary female voice echoed in Ye Chen's mind.

Ye Chen was instantly stunned. He never expected that Qing'er, who had never failed before, would actually be defeated by a teenager.

He reacted quickly, lifted the divine sword Qingzhi, stomped heavily on the ground with his right foot, and instantly soared into the sky, preparing to escape.

"Are you trying to leave?"

Chen Zhixing narrowed his long eyes and smiled slightly.

"Innate Qi Hand!"

Boom!

In an instant, a golden giant hand condensed out of thin air and pressed down fiercely!

This golden giant hand was extremely huge, and one could even see the clear palm lines on its palm.

As the giant hand descended from above, it covered the sky and blocked all of Ye Chen's space.

Ye Chen's expression changed, and he couldn't react in time. He only had time to raise his head and look. The golden giant hand had already filled his entire field of vision and pressed down heavily!

Boom!

The earth cracked open, bricks and stones flew, and wood chips scattered.

His whole body was smashed into the ground by this giant hand, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He wanted to move, but the giant hand had quickly lifted up again and fiercely slapped down once more.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of dull sounds rang out, and the earth trembled continuously.

When the giant hand dissipated, the entire prison cell had become a horrifying sight, completely shattered.

Ye Chen collapsed on the ground like a pile of mud, with most of his bones broken.

Beside him, the rusty ancient sword, also dim in color, emitted a low mournful cry.

Chen Zhixing walked step by step, bent down and grabbed Ye Chen's disheveled hair, lifting him halfway off the ground.

In the next moment.

He brought Ye Chen's head to his own mouth and smiled faintly.

"Come, let's play a game now."

"Either you hand over this sword to me and tell me where you obtained it."

"I'll let you go and give you a cultivation technique at the Apex Level that can at least reach the Astral Wandering realm, as well as ten beautiful concubines and an Astral Wandering soldier."

"Or."

Chen Zhixing softly said, "If you choose to die rather than submit, I will crush your bones one by one, peel off your skin, and hang it on the city wall to dry, letting birds peck and ants gnaw at it."

"I want to see if your bones are harder, or if the torture devices specially made by our Purple Wei Chen Family are harder."

"Believe me, I can definitely make it so that you can't die even if you want to."

As he finished speaking.

Chen Zhixing let go, allowing Ye Chen's lifeless body to crash onto the ground.

"Come on, you have ten breaths of time to give me an answer."

In an instant.

Ye Chen, who was lying on the ground, showed a fierce struggle on his face.

"Ten."

"Nine."

"Eight."

"..."

Seeing that Chen Zhixing had indeed started counting, the look of struggle on Ye Chen's face was quickly replaced by fear.

"Ye Chen, don't believe him, this person is ruthless and merciless, definitely not a good person! As long as you reveal the location of that ruin, he will immediately kill you!"

"If you don't say it, he won't kill you in the short term! There's still a glimmer of hope!"

The ancient sword trembled, and the voice of the exhausted woman kept echoing in Ye Chen's mind.

In an instant, Ye Chen's initial fear turned into struggle once again.

"Hmm? Communicating, are we?"

Chen Zhixing gradually narrowed his eyes and looked at the divine sword Qingzhi.

(End of this chapter)