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Faced with Ye Chen’s fist, which seemed to shatter the void itself, Yi Qingwu lightly brushed her hair, her lotus-like steps graceful as she swayed and effortlessly dodged. ”Your physique is indeed impressive. If I killed you outright, I’d feel a touch of regret. Are you sure you want to pass up the opportunity I’m offering?”

Her magnetic voice was gentle, but her hands were merciless, unleashing crescent moons like ancient immortal weapons, slicing through everything in a relentless barrage.

Ye Chen’s expression remained cold. Yi Qingwu seemed talkative, but it was a calculated tactic to unsettle her opponent’s mind, much like the trash-talking gamers from his past life who provoked while dominating. When it came to mental games, though, Ye Chen had never met his match.

He raised his hand, unleashing the True Dragon Treasure Technique to sweep away the crescent moons. At the same time, he intensified his Heavy Pupils, chaos qi swirling as his gaze seemed to pierce through Yi Qingwu’s battle armor, zeroing in with pinpoint focus. Her peerless beauty showed a slight shift in expression, but she maintained her lofty demeanor. ”So what if you can see? You’re still going to die.”

As she spoke, endless moonlight surged toward Ye Chen, aiming to refine his body. He countered with the True Phoenix Treasure Technique, flames roaring to incinerate everything. Smirking, he remarked, ”So big, yet they don’t even sway with all that movement. Are they fake?”

Yi Qingwu’s phoenix eyes narrowed sharply. ”You…” Her attacks grew fiercer, more lethal. Moon Palace secret techniques unleashed ten moons into the sky, aiming to crush Ye Chen. Unfazed, he parried with Treasure Techniques while taunting, ”Why don’t they droop? Are you holding them up with immortal arts? That’s not good for your health.”

Her face turned icy, and she stopped talking, focusing solely on unleashing deadly techniques to suppress him. Yi Qingwu’s repertoire was vast, seamlessly blending Moon Palace secrets with Heavenly Intention Immortal Scripture. Moonlight fused with thunderous strikes, reaching perfection, cleaving through everything. Her mastery was staggering.

But Ye Chen had more tricks up his sleeve, hurling a barrage of Treasure Techniques. The clash was spectacular, neither yielding. Yi Qingwu, with her 2500x potential, unmatched talent, and the legacies of Heavenly Intention Holy Land and the Moon Palace, held her own. Ye Chen, with his array of Treasure Techniques, kept pace but couldn’t overpower her.

Growing impatient—unaccustomed to prolonged battles—Ye Chen’s eyes erupted with endless chaos qi, forming a Heavy Pupil Pure Land to trap Yi Qingwu. She wasn’t surprised, clearly prepared. Her body blazed with divine light, bloodline power surging.

A divine moon rose, an immortal figure shimmering atop it. The moon exploded, obliterating a vast swath of the void and cracking a corner of the supposedly unbreakable Heavy Pupil Pure Land, allowing Yi Qingwu to escape gracefully.

”So this is the Heavy Pupil? Nothing special,” she said, standing aloof, her dark gem-like eyes coldly sweeping over Ye Chen, her hair fluttering like a descended immortal. ”I hear Central Continent has another with Heavy Pupils. Since there’s only one per generation, yours must be a knockoff, far inferior to my Broad Cold Immortal Physique.”

She taunted, aiming to rattle him, while relentlessly attacking with her profound techniques. But inwardly, she was shaken.

The terror of the Heavy Pupils could only be understood through direct experience. Had Yi Qingwu not been a full major realm above Ye Chen, she might have been trapped within his Pure Land. If Ye Chen were at the Deity Transformation stage, she might not have escaped so easily. This realization only strengthened her resolve to kill him. He could not be allowed to grow further.

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Ye Chen, unfazed by her verbal jabs, smirked. ”You barely escaped despite being a whole realm above me, and you dare say my Heavy Pupils are lacking? Your face is as thick as your backside… though how is it so perky despite that?”

The Heavy Pupil Pure Land had been broken for the first time, but Ye Chen wasn’t surprised. The cultivation world wasn’t so simple that having Heavy Pupils guaranteed invincibility.

Yi Qingwu was a top-tier prodigy with the Broad Cold Immortal Physique, a first-rate constitution. With the realm gap, it was reasonable for her to break his Pure Land. But Ye Chen wasn’t relying solely on his Heavy Pupils. He’d only shown them publicly to set up moments like this.

A grin curved his lips as his right eye unleashed a beam of destructive divine light toward Yi Qingwu. Her hair fluttered as she raised both hands, summoning a massive moon to block it. Swaying gracefully, she flashed a radiant smile, her celestial voice light and teasing. ”Your Heavy Pupils failed. Feeling a bit panicked, Ye Chen?”

Without responding, Ye Chen unleashed seventy-two golden True Dragons, as if urgency had taken hold. Yi Qingwu’s lips curled upward. Ye Chen’s combat prowess was astonishing—despite being only at late Nascent Soul, his spiritual Qi was profound, and his mastery of Treasure Techniques was exceptional. He could stand toe-to-toe with her, a late Deity Transformation cultivator, without falling behind.

Truly a monster, perhaps even stronger than Heavenly Intention’s Holy Son in his youth. If he kept growing, no one in Great Yan Continent’s younger generation might match him. But when strength was closely matched, it came down to mental fortitude.

Ye Chen’s apparent haste suggested he was rattled, and she needed to seize this chance to crush this monster for good. Raising her hand, she conjured seventy-two True Dragons of her own, their killing intent roaring toward Ye Chen.

He raised an eyebrow. In her techniques, he sensed the same killing methods he’d faced when battling Heavenly Intention Holy Son’s incarnation. Had Yi Qingwu learned them too? A smile spread in his heart—an unexpected bonus.

He’d already coveted her Moon Palace, an Extreme Dao Weapon. Gifting a fake had yielded his own Extreme Dao Weapon; gifting the real thing might yield an immortal artifact. Even if he couldn’t use an immortal artifact yet, he couldn’t pass up owning one.

Now, she’d revealed what seemed like the ancient Battle Secret technique, which could potentially unlock the true Battle Secret for him. Even if he killed the ”2500x fiancée” today, this encounter was a massive win. With the complete Battle Secret, facing Heavenly Intention’s Holy Son would be far easier.

The fiancée was truly his lucky star.

Emboldened by the thought, Ye Chen fought with renewed vigor. True Dragon Treasure Technique, Kun Peng Treasure Technique, and True Phoenix Treasure Technique erupted in unison, divine radiance flooding the sky with earth-shattering power, as if to obliterate heaven and earth.

Yet Yi Qingwu’s eyes gleamed with amusement, spotting the lack of cohesion in his attacks. Clearly, Ye Chen’s mind was rattled. Her ethereal figure danced through the chaos, her techniques surging like a tidal wave to engulf him. Gracefully navigating the turbulent waves of his power, she closed in, her delicate hand condensing a terrifying killing move aimed at severing his head.

But as she drew near, Ye Chen, as if anticipating her, lifted his gaze with a faint smile. From his chest, a blinding divine light erupted, a terrifying aura boiling forth. For the first time, Yi Qingwu’s pupils contracted in shock. ”What is this?”

She couldn’t identify it, but the aura rivaled that of his Heavy Pupils. Disbelief washed over her. Could his heart be as extraordinary as his eyes? Heavy Pupils were already a path to invincibility—why would he need another supreme ability in his heart? For two top-tier bloodline Divine Abilities to coexist in one person defied all reason. What kind of heaven-defying luck could achieve this? It was unheard of. Was Ye Chen truly heaven’s favored son?

Recalling the rare, legendary bloodline abilities tied to the heart, each one terrifying in its own right, Yi Qingwu felt a surge of retreat. She moved to pull back, seeking refuge in the Moon Palace to avoid his edge. But it was too late.

A colossal Hand of Heaven, radiating the light of divine judgment, descended like an unstoppable verdict from the heavens, crashing toward her with overwhelming force.