Chapter 7581
Dangerous Middle-Aged Man
The phantom of the God of War was like shattered glass, with golden light constantly overflowing from the cracks. Clearly, it could not withstand this violent power and was in danger of shattering at any moment.
Xiao Chen gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain throughout his body, and used the last bit of spiritual power in his body.
He suddenly reached out, cutting through the interplay of lightning and shadow, and grabbed the object within the lightning bolt that emitted a ghostly blue light.
The moment he touched it, a powerful and pure energy surged into his body through his palm, nourishing his damaged meridians.
At the same time, the violent lightning bolt seemed to lose its support and instantly dissipated into the air, turning into specks of light that drifted away with the wind.
The phantom of the God of War had also completed its mission, transforming into countless golden specks of light that slowly fell back and merged back into Xiao Chen's body, disappearing without a trace.
Without the protection of light and shadow, Xiao Chen could no longer hold on. His legs buckled, and he knelt on one knee, panting heavily.
His chest heaved violently, and blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the ground and staining the gravel beneath his feet red.
His body was covered with countless wounds, some so deep that the bone was visible, and the flesh was mangled and bloody, while others were charred black by lightning.
It emitted a faint smell of burning, and every wound was excruciatingly painful, almost causing him to faint.
But his eyes remained firm, and a faint smile even appeared on his lips... He got it, he finally got the treasure.
Xiao Chen slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling on his palm, looking at the thing in his hand...
It was a palm-sized piece of metal, entirely dark blue, with a faint halo flowing across its surface. It was cool to the touch, yet subtly warm, and hard in texture, making it impossible to discern its material.
But just by holding it in your hand, you can clearly feel the immense energy it contains. That energy is pure and domineering, as if it can destroy the world and nourish all things.
Just then, Mo Lihai's deep, excited voice rang in his mind again, his tone filled with barely suppressed elation, and even a slight tremor:
"That's it! Xiao Chen, this is the Myriad Thunder Refined Gold!"
With this, we can awaken the two new gods slumbering in the Soul Tower, and our strength will be quickly restored. Your confidence in fighting the Prison Clan and searching for Jiang Meng will also be much stronger!
Xiao Chen's smile grew even wider. He slowly tightened his grip on the Myriad Thunder Essence Gold, with only one thought in his mind... all the pain and danger were worth it.
Just then, a deep and calm voice suddenly broke the silence of the valley from the darkness. The tone was casual, but it carried an undeniable pressure: "The stuff is good. Give it to me."
Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed instantly, alarm bells rang in his mind, and he abruptly raised his head, his gaze sharp as an eagle, fixed on the direction from which the sound came...
Deep in the valley, it was pitch black, shrouded in mist, and no figures could be seen. But the inexplicable pressure made him feel cold all over, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.
The next second, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
He was a middle-aged man, wearing an ordinary black jacket and casual pants. He was dressed very plainly, like any other passerby on the street, with nothing special about him.
But his eyes were exceptionally deep, as if they could see through everything in the world and understand everything deep in people's hearts, just by looking at him.
Xiao Chen felt as if all his secrets had been exposed to the other party. A chill ran down his spine, and a strong sense of crisis instantly swept over his entire body. "Who are you?" Xiao Chen endured the excruciating pain and slowly spoke, his voice low and hoarse. His spiritual energy began to circulate again, ready for battle at any moment...
This man is too strange; his strength is unfathomable, and he can't see through the other's depth at all.
The middle-aged man looked at him, a faint smile playing on his lips, but he didn't answer his question, as if Xiao Chen's inquiry was utterly insignificant.
He simply looked at Xiao Chen quietly, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable force: "I want the Myriad Thunder Refined Gold. You can leave now."
Xiao Chen gripped the Myriad Thunder Essence tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He slowly stood up. Despite the excruciating pain throughout his body and his still somewhat unsteady gait, his eyes remained resolute, showing no sign of retreat.
"Want it?" He paused, his tone icy, yet with an unyielding stubbornness. "Come and get it yourself."
A fleeting, almost imperceptible hint of appreciation flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. It vanished in an instant. He nodded slightly, his tone softening somewhat, yet still retaining an undeniable air of authority.
"You have guts, not bad. Unfortunately, I'm determined to have this Myriad Thunder Refined Gold, and you can't stop me."
After saying that, he stopped talking and lowered his body slightly. His spiritual energy surged instantly, and a powerful pressure swept over us.
Immediately afterwards, he threw a punch at Xiao Chen, the wind from the punch whistling through the air.
This punch concentrated all his strength, powerful and heavy enough to split stone and shatter monuments. Even a powerful expert in the late stage of the Innate Realm would never dare to take it head-on.
Faced with this seemingly inevitable punch, Xiao Chen remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic.
He simply raised his hand casually and waved it lightly behind him, the movement so effortless that it seemed as if he were just brushing off some dust, without any trace of deliberate exertion.
"boom!"
The two powerful forces collided with a deafening roar, and a violent shockwave swept outwards instantly, like an invisible storm that blew up all the surrounding rocks and dust. The valley resounded with a deafening explosion.
Xiao Chen swayed slightly and took three steps back, each step landing heavily on the hard rock, leaving three deep footprints as rock fragments slid down.
The middle-aged man opposite him also swayed suddenly, involuntarily taking three steps back. The rock beneath his feet was also cracked. Clearly, the two were evenly matched in this attack.
The middle-aged man's previously confident face instantly turned serious, a clear look of surprise appearing on his face. He subconsciously let out a soft "Huh," his tone full of disbelief.
He sized Xiao Chen up and down, his gaze sharp, a strange light flashing in his eyes, as if he were seeing this young man for the first time:
"Peak of the Celestial Realm? No, your power... something's not right. It seems restrained, yet it contains an unfathomable depth. Interesting. However, even so, you will still lose!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he no longer showed any contempt or wasted any more words. With a flash, he pounced on the enemy again, his speed as fast as lightning, leaving behind only blurry afterimages.
His punches and kicks rained down like a storm, ruthless and deadly, each strike and kick containing immense power. (End of Chapter)