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Death Grip
Xing Chen looked at the gate of the Sword Sect, a faint blood-red light flashing in his eyes. At this moment, nearly all the forces from the Eastern Region had gathered here, and their purpose was naturally to seize the Purple Extreme Thunder Sword.
At this time, the people from the Sword Sect also emerged from the gate, led by Sword Sect Master Yan Haoxuan, whose cultivation had reached the Half-Step Soul-Searching Realm.
In the crowd, Huang also noticed Xing Chen. Seeing that Xing Chen was still alive, Huang was both astonished and somewhat incredulous. After using the secret technique Seven Kill Blood Seal! Seven Kill Transformation!, Xing Chen was still able to survive, which was completely against reason.
Xing Chen also noticed Huang, who was gritting his teeth. Looking at Huang, Xing Chen revealed a hint of disdain, looking down on him with extraordinary contempt.
Huang felt a surge of anger ignite within him as he was looked at with such disdain by someone of Xing Chen's status. However, considering that they were currently at the Sword Sect and that the Purple Extreme Thunder Sword was about to be unveiled, it was not an appropriate time for conflict.
Thus, Huang took a deep breath to calm his inner anger and turned to look at the approaching Sword Sect Master, Yan Haoxuan.
“Everyone, my Sword Sect has been refining the Divine Weapon Purple Extreme Thunder Sword for hundreds of years. It will be completely refined in three days. I invite you all to witness it then,” Yan Haoxuan said loudly while cupping his hands in salute to the crowd.
As the leader of the Sword Sect, he understood the importance of the Purple Extreme Thunder Sword. Among those present were some of the strongest individuals in the Eastern Region. If he were to confront them head-on, even with the strength of his sect, they would undoubtedly be annihilated in an instant.
Therefore, to avoid such a scenario, Yan Haoxuan decided to take a different approach. Not only did he open up the sect widely, but he also sent out invitations to these powerful forces to attend the Sword Sect's Ritual Sword Ceremony.
The purpose was self-evident. He wanted to use this method to incite strong individuals among various forces to fight over the Purple Extreme Thunder Sword. In doing so, these individuals would surely fight desperately for it, leading to casualties.
This way, the Sword Sect could achieve its goals without losing a single soldier while forcing these factions to pay a painful price. They were naturally pleased with this easy outcome.
“Haha, that's only natural! Since Yan Zongzhu has extended such a warm invitation, how could we refuse? Right everyone?” As soon as Yan Haoxuan finished speaking, someone in the crowd cheered.
“Exactly! The rare Divine Weapon Purple Extreme Thunder Sword, even if it weren't for Yan Zongzhu, we would come uninvited.”
“I'm just afraid that Yan Zongzhu won't welcome us!”
“Nonsense! Since Yan Zongzhu has sent us invitations, how could he not welcome us?”
In an instant, everyone erupted in discussion about the recent events.
Meanwhile, Xing Chen felt a jolt in his heart upon hearing Yan Haoxuan's words. He had originally thought that the Purple Extreme Thunder Sword was fully refined, but it turned out he still had to wait for three more hours.
He didn't even know how long he could maintain his current state, but undoubtedly, the longer it dragged on, the more dangerous it became for him. Once this state disappeared and his power reverted to the Soul Realm, it would mean certain death for them all.
“Young Master Chen…” Yuer, who was beside Xing Chen, immediately sensed the change in his expression and looked at him with concern.
“It’s nothing, just three hours. It’s not a big deal,” Xing Chen smiled at Yuer. Although he was worried inside, he didn’t show it at all.
The only thing they could do now was pray that Yun Qing would break through soon and arrive here. As long as Yun Qing came, even if Xing Chen's current state disappeared, there would be no danger to his life.
On the contrary, if Yun Qing didn’t arrive or if the Mysterious Jade Pendant could no longer support him in maintaining this state, they would definitely not survive to see the sun tomorrow.
“Alright, everyone please enter my Sword Sect and settle down. After three hours, I will notify you all to attend the Ritual Sword Ceremony,” Yan Haoxuan said with a smile, gesturing for everyone to enter. Immediately, everyone flew up and entered the gates of the Sword Sect.
Xing Chen and the others naturally followed along with everyone else into the Sword Sect's gates and settled in.
The environment within the Sword Sect was quite pleasant; their accommodations were located in picturesque Mountain Valleys, giving a refreshing feeling at first glance. The surrounding Vital Energy was also exceptionally rich, several times denser than outside.
At this moment, Xing Chen still had blood-red hair and blood-red eyes, with a pervasive aura of bloodiness surrounding him. Deep within his eyes, the Phantom of the Black Jade Pendant flickered slightly from time to time.
“Two hours have already passed; there’s just one hour left until the day of the Ritual Sword Ceremony. My master still hasn’t arrived; it seems he won’t make it in time for the ceremony,” Xing Chen said, his gaze flickering as he looked into the distance. Although his strength still remained at the Sun Soul Seventh Peak, he could feel a deep fatigue emanating from deep within his soul.
At this point, relying solely on the Mysterious Jade Pendant was no longer sufficient to maintain his current state. He had even tapped into **Plaque's** power; brilliant silver light continuously radiated from deep within his soul to suppress his own Soul Power, preventing it from depleting too much.
This would allow him to hold on for a bit longer, though there would certainly be significant side effects afterward. But right now, he couldn’t afford to worry about that.
“Young Master Chen…” At that moment, Yuer gently called out from behind him, her gaze filled with concern as she looked at Xing Chen.
She naturally sensed that something was off with Xing Chen. His eyes, which originally radiated a brilliant blood light, had dimmed significantly. Although the aura of malice still surrounded him, it was hard to conceal a sense of weakness.
"Yuer, I know what you want, but the situation is no longer something I can control. I must persist, otherwise, not just me, but even you and Lin, the Hall Master, and everyone else will perish here."
Xing Chen gazed into the distance and spoke calmly. He did not understand why he felt compelled to protect these people or why he had to hold on.
With his current strength, he could easily break free on his own; no one could stop him. Yet, subconsciously, he did not want to leave and felt he had to endure.
Although he did not know why this was the case, Xing Chen chose to follow his subconscious feelings.
"Young Master Chen, if you continue like this, I'm afraid..." Tears welled up in Yuer's eyes. To her, it seemed that Xing Chen was completely exhausting his life force. Once this secret method truly failed, it would likely mean his demise.
"I will be fine. I still have unfinished business. I won't die just like that." Xing Chen smiled, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
Although he had let down his guard against Yun Qing, the hatred in his heart had not diminished at all. He hated this world and despised the parents who abandoned him. Until he understood his origins, he would never allow himself to die.
Yuer bit her lip in silence, her worry unabated.
"Alright, let's go back. Tomorrow is the Ritual Sword Ceremony. Once we get past that, everything will be fine!"
Xing Chen glanced at Yuer and slowly walked ahead. After standing still for a while watching his back, Yuer finally followed him.
For others, these three days might pass in a flash, but for Xing Chen, they felt like years—especially the last day.
The sense of weakness emanating from deep within his soul grew stronger. The Soul Suppression Power seemed to be struggling to maintain its hold.
"I must hold on! Just one more day; as long as I get through this..." Xing Chen bit his lip tightly and silently prayed. The Mysterious Jade Pendant emitted a faint glow, but he could feel its weakness emanating from within.
The Soul Suppression Power also appeared to be running out of steam; the frequency of the flickering silver light increased rapidly, clearly indicating that it was reaching its limit.
Moreover, the powerful blood malice within him showed signs of waning as well.
"No... I absolutely cannot let this dissipate. I still need this power; it cannot fade away at this moment..." Xing Chen bit his lip tightly, the blood-red light in his eyes trembling rapidly.
His entire soul was slightly vibrating at this moment, and at the same time, the true form of the Mysterious Jade Pendant slowly emerged from his mind, with a faint Black Light flickering continuously, emanating a pulling force.
Xing Chen's soul felt this pulling force and was immediately absorbed into the Mysterious Jade Pendant. With a 'buzz', after absorbing Xing Chen's soul, the Mysterious Jade Pendant suddenly shook violently.
A dazzling black light instantly radiated out, making the entire pendant appear even more translucent. In the center of the pendant, one could vaguely see Xing Chen's soul sitting cross-legged inside.
The power that was rapidly fading stabilized at this moment, and the rich blood-red light once again emanated from Xing Chen's eyes. The previously weak blood aura surged back up at this moment.
In an instant, Xing Chen's spirit and energy were all elevated to their peak state. After the Mysterious Jade Pendant absorbed his soul, all discomfort in Xing Chen vanished; whether it was his soul, body, or Vital Energy, everything reached its pinnacle at that moment.
"Three..."
After standing up, a wave of thought suddenly appeared in his mind. This wave was emanating from the Mysterious Jade Pendant; he could maintain this state for at most three more moments.
"Three... is enough!" Xing Chen's gaze flickered slightly. This three moments would be sufficient to handle matters within the Sword Sect.
As long as the Ritual Sword Ceremony was over, he could leave this place and find a safe location. By then, even if the aftereffects of Seven Kill Blood Seal! Seven Kill Transformation! erupted, he wouldn't have to fear it.
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