Chapter 169: Chapter 119: Hidden Agents Lurk, Enemies Meet (Part 3)

After all, he’s only around twenty years old, a time of blood and vigor, how could he endure such humiliation and belittlement.

Blood rushing to the head, doing anything to regain face is not a strange thing.

This kid indeed lives up to being Gao Yue’s most formidable pawn, the ultimate great killing artifact. His physical Qi and Blood Talent is astonishingly strong.

No wonder Han Wushang took him under his wing at their first meeting, making him the third disciple, nurturing him with care every day.

He achieved Entry to the Silver Body Realm faster than Han Xiaoru, his own daughter.

The strength is extremely potent...

From Gu Chen’s palm strike, within that deep and mighty sound of wind, Chen Ping could feel, the opponent’s strike had about twelve thousand pounds of force.

Compared to ordinary cultivators of the same Realm, Qi Blood Body Refining practitioners, that’s at least five thousand pounds stronger.

That’s already very formidable.

Truly a Talent.

Change another person, suppressed by this additional five thousand pounds of force, they’d suffer a heavy loss.

’It’s just a pity he hasn’t used the Sword Gang Stream method yet, push a bit further.’

Chen Ping shook his head inwardly, black patterns on his body fluttering, he too pressed out with a palm.

Twenty thousand pounds of overwhelming force, unleashed without reserve, crashing forward...

This time, unlike the previous silent Soft Power.

As their fingers and palms met, a thunderous clang rang out, shocking as if thunder emanated from the spot.

Gu Chen’s right arm emitted a faint creaking sound, wrist slightly deformed, forearm shifted outward... overwhelmed by the massive impact, seemingly about to snap.

At the same time, his body, was uncontrollably blown back like a paper caught in a breeze at the first instant.

"Ah..."

A flicker of pain flashed in Gu Chen’s eyes, feeling his entire body growing numb, internal organs aching.

Especially his right forearm and arm, an incomparable Blood Essence Power penetrating through, reaching the shoulder and rushing towards the lungs, leaving his body burdened beyond measure.

A hint of fear emerged in his eyes, about to desperately unleash Sword Gang Stream...

Dantian Qi Mechanism suddenly burst open, preparing to attract starlight.

When people face crises, their minds wouldn’t harbor any cunning schemes.

The weak perish, the strong survive, only resorting to well-honed finishing moves to protect themselves under impending doom.

This is instinct.

Before he could use "Sword Gang Stream," a figure flashed beside him, a hand pressed onto his shoulder.

The shoulder shook heavily for a moment, a ripple of Qi Blood spread from the contact point to his entire body, calming Blood Qi, dispelling the invasive Blood Essence power, with a slight "pop."

Meanwhile, the residual force gently supported him, allowing Gu Chen to stand firmly, avoiding a tangled fall several yards out.

Astounded, Gu Chen awakened, looked up, and saw Han Wushang’s stern black face.

"Master."

Han Wushang shook his head, sighing.

At this moment, he was somewhat dissatisfied with Gu Chen’s performance.

Clearly his most prized disciple, usually advancing in cultivation swiftly, extraordinarily gifted, adept and considerate in dealing with people, how could he be so impulsive and disgrace himself today?

Making him appear a laughingstock.

"Don’t say much, stand behind me.

Your Ninth Junior Brother, naturally gifted with divine power, his strength far exceeds yours, don’t vie for this match.

It concerns the core Technique of our Primordial Martial Arts Hall, losing is not an option."

Though scolding Gu Chen inwardly, Han Wushang remained tough yet soft-hearted, caring for his disciples. He called Gu Chen behind him to protect him, then forced a warm smile: "Xiaojiu, please take care of this round."

Now, there’s no way around it.

Chen Ping felt helpless.

Trying to expose the truth but no one believes, he appears out of place.

Wanting to land a covert blow, injuring Gu Chen to prevent chaos at critical moments, yet protected by Han Wushang.

Could only watch helplessly as this Rebel feigned innocence.

Earlier, Xiro Mingyue, illuminating all around, clearly reflected Gu Chen’s extraordinarily fierce power within, nearly brought it out. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

What a pity, truly a pity.

Sighing inwardly, Chen Ping awkwardly smiled: "Master, there’s no need for politeness among family.

Third Senior Brother’s strength lacks a bit, I fear he might inadvertently cause harm, thus had to play the villain.

Who knew he misunderstood, striking at me with full force, causing pain to those close, delighting those distant..."

"Enough, don’t say more, Third Senior Brother treats me well usually."

Han Xiaoru couldn’t bear it, quietly pulled Chen Ping gently. Quickly changed the subject, "That person in the ring seems very formidable, looks are chilling, do you have confidence?"

"Of course, it’s chilling, an old acquaintance without me or life. Just in time, settling accounts for my serious injuries."

Others might not recognize, but the so-called "Eighteen Disciples’ Hidden Sword," Chen Ping could easily tell?

Back at Youx Mountain, he suffered from one blow of Lifeless Sword Intent from the opponent...

With that trace of Sword Intent’s embryonic form embedded into his internal organs, enduring agonizing pain, he hid and nursed wounds for three days.

Seeing him now, truly enemies meet, the resentment surges strongly.