Chapter 3250: Nan Potian

Jian Chen swung his arms endlessly. The space around him constantly changed. Under the support of the Laws of Space, the speed of his attacks was unbelievable. It formed a wall of impermeable punches, overlapping together and filling the space there.

None of the incoming ghost slaves managed to reach him. They all collapsed before his punches. Some of them directly vanished into thin air as if they had been vapourised.

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Chaotic Force circulated wildly through Jian Chen. Strands of Chaotic Force surged forth, providing him with endless power.

His breathing was steady and rhythmic, and the presence he gave off was tremendous. Vast vital energy roared through his body endlessly, not only showing no signs of running out, but even growing wilder as he fought.

He cultivated Chaotic Force, which was depleted extremely gradually. The last thing he was afraid of was an endurance battle.

Endurance battle was his greatest forte. Even against some opponents stronger than him, he could forcefully tire them to death as long as they did not possess a crushing advantage over him.

Inside the Heart-devouring Formation of a Myriad Ghosts cast by the mysterious hall master, the number of ghost slaves decreased at an unbelievable rate. Jian Chen slaughtered them at a terrifying speed.

In just four hours, over fifty thousand ghost slaves had been destroyed by him.

The mysterious hall master hidden away never spoke up again, such that only the explosive sounds of Jian Chen's punches echoed through the hall.

In just eight hours, the ninety nine thousand, nine hundred, and ninety nine ghost slaves were all slain by Jian Chen.

However, he did not stop. With a flash, the Laws of the Sword gathered and condensed over his head as a colossal sword, shining with blinding light.

Jian Chen's eyes became extremely bright with the appearance of the sword Qi, seeming as if they hid a flurry of sword stabs.

Afterwards, he slowly extended a finger and gently swung it forwards.

Immediately, the beam of light over his head turned into a colossal streak, slashing against the Heart-devouring Formation of a Myriad Ghosts viciously.

Without the support of the hundred thousand ghosts, the Heart-devouring Formation of a Myriad Ghosts became much more fragile. Under Jian Chen's attacks, it finally erupted with a great boom. The sword Qi continued onwards without slowing down, directing all of its remaining force onto the divine hall. A huge crack appeared on the walls of the divine hall.

"Your Heart-devouring Formation of a Myriad Ghosts has already fallen. I'd like to see how you possess me now," Jian Chen yelled out. He shone brighter and brighter as if he was imbued with countless strands of sword Qi. The light had completely swallowed his figure, such that he seemed like a glowing sun.

With that, he rushed into the air, wielding his own body as a sword with all the sword Qi he gave off and smashing straight through the ceiling. He immediately arrived at the highest point in the divine hall.

The medium quality divine hall had a total of nine floors, but at this moment, there was a colossal hole basically penetrating the entire structure.

This was a fifth grade God Tier divine hall. Even among medium quality divine halls, it was not close to the peak. Coupled with its depleted energy and weakened defences, it was unable to stop Jian Chen.

Jian Chen stood on the highest floor of the divine hall. The light in his eyes charged up as he glared at the wall before him.

"I've underestimated you. No, I should say I've underestimated the Chaotic Body. So be it. You can go," the mysterious hall master's voice rang out once again, but it was much clearer this time. Jian Chen could accurately distinguish that it came from right behind the wall.

Jian Chen swung his hand, and sword Qi poured out. With a boom, he slammed against the wall, smashing a great hole in the divine hall.

Doused in resplendent light and wrapped in countless strands of sword Qi, he strode out.

Behind the wall was quite a large space. A middle-aged man sat mid-air there.

Right beneath him was a small pool three metres wide. A hazy light rose up from it as various energies constantly seeped out from the pool, absorbed by the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes slowly and gazed at Jian Chen calmly. He sighed. "You destroyed my Heart-devouring Formation of a Myriad Ghosts. I recognise your strength. I was prepared to spare you once, so why did you choose death instead?"

"What a joke. I destroyed your formation, so you're going to spare me once. If I couldn't, you would have possessed me, leaving me dead in the end. Since when did my fate depend on your charity?" Jian Chen snorted coldly.

"Junior, what do you want?" The middle-aged man stared at Jian Chen coldly. He was proud, giving off a condescending feeling, completely looking down on Jian Chen.

However, his tone was much softer. It was no longer as forceful as before.

"My seniors almost died by your hand. What do you think I want? An eye for an eye, of course," Jian Chen said coldly.

"I am a Grand Prime. How dare a mere Chaotic Prime like you disrespect me like this. You're basically as audacious as they come." The middle-aged man's gaze gradually turned icy as cold killing intent flashed through his eyes. He said frigidly, "I can kill you with a flick of my hand. I've just reconstructed my body recently, so I can't be bothered with something like that."

"Junior, I'll give you one last chance. Lower your head and acknowledge your mistake. I'll spare your life." A tremendous presence radiated from the middle-aged man, flooding towards Jian Chen.

That was indeed the pressure of a Grand Prime. The middle-aged man was a First Heavenly Layer Grand Prime.

However, Jian Chen could not be compared to his past self either. He now stood in the realm of Chaotic Primes. He was not as great as a Grand Prime, but the difference was no longer as great as before, so he was composed when he faced the pressure.

On top of that, while the middle-aged man was a Grand Prime, he was not in a very good condition. Clearly, he had only reconstructed his body recently, nowhere close to his peak condition.

"I can sense a slightly familiar presence from you. Who are you exactly?" Jian Chen furrowed his brows, completely disregarding the Grand Prime's pressure.

A half-incapacitated First Heavenly Layer Grand Prime was clearly not enough to frighten him.

The middle-aged man was taken aback. He squinted his eyes and studied Jian Chen closely. He said, "I am Nan Potian. Don't tell me you recognise me? But I don't recall someone like you in my memories."

"Nan Potian?" Jian Chen's eyes immediately shone. He stared straight at the middle-aged man sharply and said slowly, "I know a person called Nan Potian. He belongs to the Moon God Hall on the Ice Pole Plane."

"Throughout the vast Saints' World, who knows how many people share the same name as me, but if you're talking about the Moon God Hall of the Ice Pole Plane, then that person would be me." The middle-aged man stared deeply at Jian Chen as the light in his eyes flickered. "But who are you? Which organization do you belong to?"

"You shouldn't know who I am, but I have a friend that you should be extremely familiar with. She is fairy Hao Yue," Jian Chen said emotionlessly.

"What? You're Hao Yue's friend?" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes.

"Not only am I fairy Hao Yue's friend, but I have quite the ties with the Moon God Hall too. One of the great elders of the Moon God Hall, Yun Wufeng, is a senior that I deeply respect. Senior Yun Wufeng has already become an esteemed guest of my clan," Jian Chen continued.

The middle-aged man's face immediately changed when he heard Yun Wufeng. His gaze sharpened, and he called out, "You saved Yun Wufeng? What's happened to the Moon God Hall?"

"The strongest great elder of the Moon God Hall, Yue Wuguang, has already been slain under the combined efforts of Yun Wufeng and me. The remaining great elders have all died by my hand," said Jian Chen.

The middle-aged man said nothing. His gaze just became extremely sharp, filled with killing intent.