Chapter 237 Total Annihilation
A once vigorous and energetic middle-aged man, now afflicted by some unknown sorcery, had his jet-black hair turn stark white in an instant. His flesh shriveled, losing all vitality, leaving behind nothing but skin and bones, devoid of any luster.
His complexion turned sallow, his face lined with deep wrinkles and age spots, even his teeth had fallen out—he now looked like an aged old man.
Just moments ago, he was still in his prime, but now it seemed as if his very life force had been drained, aging him prematurely into his twilight years, leaving him in a pitiful state.
The man with the Fire Wing Martial Soul had already been gravely wounded, and now, having had his vitality and blood essence completely drained, even his formidable resilience could not keep him standing. His vision darkened, and with his final breath, he perished completely.
"No!"
Another man, also possessing the Fire Crane Martial Soul, let out a heart-wrenching cry, his face streaked with tears. He could do nothing but cradle the withered corpse in his arms, feeling the warmth of his comrade fade away.
Everything had happened too quickly, leaving many unable to react. Their minds were still lingering in the moments before the battle had begun, and some even had their smiles frozen on their faces.
This was a Contra, a powerhouse who dominated his peers—yet, in the blink of an eye, he had been utterly defeated and drained of life, meeting a death so tragic it was hard to comprehend.
Chen Xuan wiped away the bloody tears at the corner of his eyes, feeling the surge of energy coursing through his body. His soul power had broken through, and his physical constitution had strengthened.
Most importantly, his first soul ring had undergone an immense transformation, advancing to the ten-thousand-year level.
"Demonic… demonic arts!" Suddenly, a man in sackcloth let out a terrified scream. No longer able to contain his fear, he turned and bolted.
The others also panicked, breaking into complete chaos. A Contra had just died in such a bizarre and horrifying manner—how could they not be afraid? Staying behind would only mean awaiting their own deaths.
"You brat, how dare you harm my subordinates? You're dead!" The Brass Tiger roared, its voice fierce and imposing. Its soul power erupted violently, making it seem as though it was about to unleash a devastating attack.
However, in the very next moment, it suddenly spun around, exerting all its strength to leap into the sky, bypassing all the other sackcloth-clad Soul Sages—it was running for its life.
The Brass Tiger had activated its Martial Soul True Form the entire time, keeping all four limbs on the ground. Each leap carried it over a hundred meters, allowing it to rapidly flee from the battlefield.
In just moments, it had already covered over a thousand meters, its speed astonishing.
Chen Xuan blinked, momentarily stunned, struggling to process what had just happened.
This tiger had no dignity at all—one second, it was arrogantly calling for his death, and the next, it was fleeing faster than anyone else.
Just moments ago, the Brass Tiger had seemed like it was about to unleash a lethal strike, but in reality, it had only uttered a harsh threat to cover its escape.
The white-haired elder was left dumbfounded, completely at a loss for words. Even he had never witnessed such an undignified powerhouse in his entire life.
"A cowardly cat!"
Chen Xuan had been momentarily deceived, thinking the tiger was about to risk everything with a deadly attack—only to realize he had been tricked.
This made him feel a sense of humiliation. To think he had been bluffed by a mere beast—what an embarrassment!
"None of you are escaping!"
These people had come to kill Chen Qiu'er. Naturally, Chen Xuan would show no mercy. Forming hand seals, he gathered an immense amount of chakra without fear of exhaustion, unleashing the Multi-Shadow Clone Jutsu.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A cloud of white mist erupted, and over twenty identical clones emerged, immediately charging toward the fleeing Soul Sages.
Only two clones remained in place, staying behind to protect Chen Qiu'er in case of any unforeseen dangers.
"You mangy cat, you're not getting away!"
Chen Xuan harnessed the natural energy within him, his limbs glowing as his body crackled with lightning. He pushed his speed to the limit.
Boom!
A deafening sonic boom echoed across the battlefield, as a bolt of lightning streaked across the land, vanishing in an instant.
This speed was terrifying—by the time the sound of the explosion rang out, his real body had already appeared over a thousand meters away.
In just over three seconds, Chen Xuan had already caught up with the fleeing Brass Tiger, who was desperately running with all four limbs.
The Brass Tiger glanced back, and its face instantly contorted in sheer terror.
It had run thousands of meters, yet it had been caught so effortlessly—how could this be? It was simply inconceivable!
But there was no denying reality. Whether it accepted it or not, it was already too late.
"You're not getting away!" Chen Xuan growled, leaping into the air as he instantly activated the third stage of Susanoo. A towering, twenty-meter-tall golden giant materialized.
He summoned a bolt of lightning, drawing a bow and nocking an arrow, before unleashing a radiant lightning arrow that tore through the sky, hurtling toward the fleeing tiger.
"No!"
The Brass Tiger's face was filled with absolute terror. It kicked its four legs frantically, leaving behind afterimages, but no matter what, it could not escape that arrow.
Swish!
The Brass Tiger leapt into the air, its body clearing the ground—but the lightning arrow was even faster. It struck its house-sized frame directly.
Boom!
The Brass Tiger exploded on impact. Though it looked like it was forged from metal, a great amount of blood splattered everywhere, mixed with shattered metallic fragments that scattered in all directions.
However, those fragments were merely condensed energy. Devoid of soul power, they quickly dissipated.
Bang!
A black-haired man plummeted from the sky, his body covered in blood as he crashed heavily onto the ground, unable to stand back up.
Chen Xuan dispelled Susanoo and descended from above, landing beside the man. He discovered that his opponent was still breathing—barely alive.
"Reincarnation!" Without hesitation, he activated the power of his right eye, seizing his spoils of war.
"Ahhh…"
The Brass Tiger's owner let out a bloodcurdling scream, his face contorting in agony and fear.
His vitality and soul power were being drained, his body rapidly aging into old age. In mere moments, his hair turned white, his flesh shriveled, and his body withered into nothing but skin and bones, completely devoid of life.
At last, this man—who had nearly reached the Titled Douluo realm—met his end as his entire lifespan was consumed.
By the time his final breath left his lips, Chen Xuan was already thousands of meters away, pursuing the last remaining Contra.
The Contra with the Fire Crane Martial Soul flapped his flaming wings desperately, soaring toward the distant horizon in an attempt to escape.
Just as he thought he had fled far enough, he glanced back—and his heart nearly stopped. Overcome with panic, he poured all his remaining soul power into flight, soaring higher and higher.
Swish!
A gleaming silver kunai streaked through the sky, shining like gold as it tore through the air. It was even faster than the fleeing Fire Wing man, reaching him in the blink of an eye.
"Die!"
Chen Xuan suddenly appeared, launching a ferocious attack.
"Ahhh!"
The Fire Wing man let out a pained scream, unable to withstand the overwhelming force. In an instant, his arm was torn away, followed by one of his blood-soaked wings—his suffering was unspeakable.
Though he had not sustained a fatal wound, he had been captured alive by the demon before him. His body was now merely a tool to cushion their fall as they plummeted from hundreds of meters above.
Boom!
Dust and rubble erupted as the two crashed into the earth, forming a massive crater.
Splatter!
Chen Xuan emerged from the pit, dragging the Fire Wing man behind him. With a swift tug, he ripped off the man's remaining wing, sending a spray of blood into the air.
"Ahhh!" The Fire Wing man writhed in agony, rolling on the ground, nearly passing out from the pain.
With both wings torn from him, he had lost any hope of escape.
Everything had happened so swiftly—like a raging storm that came and went in an instant.
Three Contra-level powerhouses—some of the most elite figures on the continent—had fallen, with two dead and one gravely injured. Their fate was utterly miserable.
"Speak. Who sent you to assassinate my daughter?" Chen Xuan's expression was ice-cold as he gazed down at the critically injured Fire Crane man.
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