Violent Dan Zun

Chapter 6487: Falling out with Phantom Hall

Chen Xuan felt the strength of Wang Zelong's fist. It was a terrifying force, as if it was going to tear him apart. However, his eyes remained firm, and the spiritual energy flowing in his body forcibly suppressed Wang Zelong's offensive.

The two were in a stalemate for a moment. Chen Xuan suddenly smiled, turned his feet, gathered his spiritual power, and launched a move of time and space magic.

Wang Zelong's pupils shrank suddenly, he felt space fluctuations, and Chen Xuan's figure suddenly became illusory. He seemed to turn into a stream of light, changing reality and reality, and suddenly came to Wang Zelong's side.

Wang Zelong was taken aback, and he quickly turned around to fight back, his fists bursting with strength, but Chen Xuan's figure flickered like a ghost, and his fist hit Wang Zelong's side with great force.

Wang Zelong groaned and trembled. He was hit by Chen Xuan's blow. His body flew out to one side and fell heavily to the ground, splashing dust and gravel.

 Chen Xuan stabilized his body and looked deeply. The reason he did not chase after him was because he was worried about making things worse. After all, he had just entered the inner gate, and the confrontation with Phantom Hall should not be too fierce.

Zelong stood up, his angry eyes flashing like a wild beast. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his breath became more ferocious. "How dare you hit me!" Wang Zelong roared, staring at Chen Xuan fiercely, his fists clenched again, and the airflow around him began to become violent.

 Chen Xuan stood there with calm eyes. He did not flinch or show any panic. He knew that Wang Zelong's anger was not his purpose. All he had to do was protect himself and not fall out with Phantom Hall.

Wang Zelong rushed towards Chen Xuan again, this time his speed was faster and his fists were more fierce, as if he wanted to completely defeat Chen Xuan.

 Chen Xuan still remained calm, his body moved slightly, and the spiritual energy circulated in his body. A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he did not choose to fight, but chose a more flexible method.

Wang Zelong's punch arrived instantly, but Chen Xuan followed him like a shadow and nimbly avoided Wang Zelong's attack. His body was like running water, swimming through Wang Zelong's attacks like a fish, always keeping a safe distance.

Wang Zelong's fist fell into the air, and his anger deepened. He attacked again, but Chen Xuan always maintained his flexibility and did not give Wang Zelong any chance.

As time passed, Wang Zelong's attacks became more and more violent, but Chen Xuan was always able to avoid them skillfully. His eyes were calm, like a deep pool, unaffected by Wang Zelong's anger.

Wang Zelong's fist strength gradually slowed down, and his breath began to become a little unstable. He realized that Chen Xuan was not swayed by his anger, but instead used his emotional changes to predict his attack.

 Chen Xuan seized this opportunity, and his figure suddenly flashed and came to the back of Wang Zelong. He concentrated his spiritual power into his fist, and struck like a meteor straight into Wang Zelong's vest.

Wang Zelong turned back sharply, his eyes filled with horror. But it was too late, Chen Xuan's blow hit his vital point accurately.

Wang Zelong's body trembled violently, and his body was blown away like a kite with a broken string, and he fell heavily to the ground. He coughed out a mouthful of blood in pain, and his face was as pale as paper.

 Chen Xuan stood on the spot, his eyes indifferent. He had no intention of pursuing, nor did he continue to attack. He knew that Wang Zelong was no longer able to fight anymore.

Wang Zelong slowly got up. His body was shaky and his breathing was rapid and unstable.

His eyes were wide with anger, filled with resentment and helplessness.

 The surrounding disciples watching were stunned, and their hearts were shaken by this battle. In their eyes, Chen Xuan is a newcomer who has just entered the inner sect, while Wang Zelong is an important figure in the Phantom Hall. His cultivation has reached the middle stage of the fourth level of Shenlong Breaking God, and he is also a top presence among the inner sect disciples.

 However, Chen Xuan was able to confront Wang Zelong so fiercely and even defeat him. This contrast in strength was simply beyond their imagination, making them unable to believe their eyes. "It's so strong, Chen Xuan was able to defeat Wang Zelong!" "Wang Zelong's cultivation reached the middle stage of the fourth level of Shenlong Breaking God, and he was defeated by Chen Xuan." "Chen Xuan was simply too powerful, how on earth did he do it?" of?"

 The disciples who were watching were talking a lot, with shock and exclamation in their voices. In their eyes, Wang Zelong's strength was almost unshakable, but Chen Xuan told them with facts that strength was not the only determining factor.

 For a time, the eyes of the disciples who were watching were filled with admiration. They began to re-examine Chen Xuan and realized that he was not an ordinary newcomer to the inner sect. His strength and potential far exceeded their imagination.

Wang Zelong's failure made them feel the reality that Phantom Hall is not invincible. They began to think that maybe there were other inner disciples who had the same strength as Wang Zelong, but they were just hidden deeper.

 Chen Xuan stood quietly. He did not indulge in the victory of the battle, but remained calm and calm. He understood that his battle with Wang Zelong was only a temporary victory, and Phantom Hall would not give up because of this defeat.

His eyes swept across the surrounding disciples, then turned and left. He knows that he needs to continue to practice hard and improve his strength to meet greater challenges that may come in the future.

 The moment his back disappeared, the onlookers' disciples seemed to wake up from a dream and began to think about their own cultivation.

After the senior officials of the sect learned the news that Chen Xuan had defeated Phantom Hall, the atmosphere became tense and full of expectations. They had already noticed Chen Xuan, an outer disciple. Ever since he first entered the sect, he had shown amazing potential and strength.

During the sect's internal discussion, a senior elder said: "We have heard the name Chen Xuan many times. He has already shown extraordinary talent when he was in the outer sect, and he was actually able to defeat the Phantom Hall in the inner sect. People, this is really not to be underestimated.”

 Another elder nodded and agreed: "Yes, his strength and potential far exceed our expectations. This battle will probably make him famous in the inner sect."

The sect master was silent for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed. After careful consideration, he said: "Chen Xuan showed extraordinary courage and wisdom during the battle in the Phantom Hall. He is indeed a promising junior." Other high-level officials agreed, They began to discuss Chen Xuan's future. Some believe that he should be given more opportunities and resources, while others are worried that he will become a target of other forces. "No matter what, we should pay close attention to his development." The sect leader finally made a decision, and they decided to continue to observe Chen Xuan to see if he could show better performance within the sect.

 In the discussion among the top leaders of the sect, Chen Xuan’s name once again became the focus.

Subsequently, Chen Xuan stepped into the Magic Dragon Tower, and an ancient and mysterious atmosphere hit his face. This tower stands majestically, exuding a strong dragon aura, as if it is a sleeping dragon, containing infinite power.

 He walked along the stairs and moved deeper into the tower step by step. Inside, he felt a mysterious power flowing, as if the entire Magic Dragon Tower was a spiritual existence.

Arriving at the huge hall on the first floor, Chen Xuan felt a powerful aura, and a clone with the same strength as him stood there.

 This clone is exactly like him.

 Chen Xuan was in the hall of the Magic Dragon Tower, and his clone was standing not far away. Their eyes intertwined, and their fighting spirit surged.

After a moment of silence, Chen Xuan took the lead in taking steps, and there was an invisible power in his steps. The clone didn't show any signs of weakness and gathered aura, and the two seemed to be frozen for a moment.

The battle began. Chen Xuan raised his hand, and a thunderbolt pierced the space and struck the clone quickly. The clone did not retreat but moved forward, waving the sword in his hand and facing the sky thunder with great force.

 The sword light collided with the sky thunder, bursting out with dazzling light, and strong spiritual energy fluctuations spread. Chen Xuan's figure flashed and turned into a stream of light, passing through the side of the clone. The sword light just passed through his back without causing any substantial damage.

The clone did not show any weakness and turned around quickly, followed by Chen Xuan's figure, the sword in his hand emitting a cold light, like a silver storm. Chen Xuan responded calmly, and the spiritual energy surged in his hand, turning into a light shield and blocking it in front of him.

 The sword collided with the light shield, causing a sharp metal collision and sparks flying. Chen Xuan felt the power of the clone, as if he was having an in-depth conversation with himself, an exploration of the future.

 The battle continued, and the figures of Chen Xuan and his clones intertwined and turned into afterimages. Every collision plays a wonderful rhythm, like a silent symphony.

 Chen Xuan suddenly speeded up his rhythm, his spiritual energy circulated, and his figure disappeared instantly. The clone felt something bad, but before he could stop it, a thunderbolt streaked across his side, leaving an obvious scar.

 The clone gritted his teeth, with a determined light shining in his eyes. He swung his sword without hesitation, condensing a sword energy that cut through the sky like a rainbow, facing Chen Xuan's thunder.

The sky thunder and the sword energy merged, releasing strong spiritual energy fluctuations, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart.

 The clone took a step forward, his body was like lightning, and the sword energy formed a huge storm in his hand.

 Chen Xuan smiled slightly. He felt the clone's progress and also felt the other party's determination.

 He did not give in. He gathered his spiritual energy and instantly created a shadow. Behind the shadow was a trajectory of thunder.

 The two met again, and the thunder and sword energy interspersed with each other.

 Chen Xuan's shadow and the clone's sword energy kept colliding, releasing dazzling sparks, and the scene was extremely intense.

I don’t know how long it took, but the two gradually stopped attacking, separated, and faced each other in the hall.

Zhan Guang turned into a stream of light and cut through the space, slashing towards Chen Xuan. Chen Xuan's eyes narrowed, and he knew that this blow contained great power.

 Chen Xuan reacted quickly, raised his palm suddenly, and gathered his spiritual energy to form a thick light shield in front of him. The clone's sword energy crossed the light shield, and the sound of violent friction echoed through the hall.

Chen Xuan stood firmly, feeling the vibrations coming from the light shield. He knew that this battle had entered the most critical stage. Without stopping, the clone launched another attack, and the sword energy rolled in like a storm.

 Chen Xuan's eyes were solemn. He took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy circulated in his body, forming a tiny vortex. With a slight shake of his palm, a sky thunder condensed, as if a bolt of lightning pierced the sky.

The sky thunder and the sword energy intersected, bursting out with strong sparks, and the air seemed to be torn apart. Chen Xuan's figure suddenly moved. He turned into a stream of light, passed through the gap in the sword energy, and went straight to the clone.

 The clone hurriedly avoided, only to find that Chen Xuan's speed was far beyond his expectation.

 Chen Xuan raised his palm suddenly, and thunder gathered in his hand, forming a powerful spiritual energy.

 (End of this chapter)