Chapter 1135: Soul Methods

Ancestor Shenfeng, Ancestor Baiyu and others froze in place, the shock on their faces almost overflowing, looking at each other, eyes full of disbelief.

Their beards trembled slightly, their fingers unconsciously stroked their cuffs, and even their breathing was a little faster than usual.

No one could understand why Ye Chen would reject Shangguan Yan's kindness.

You know, the Shangguan family is a giant in the circle of power of the Wuxiang Divine Kingdom that can make things happen with a wave of its hand.

Looking across the entire Divine Kingdom, the forces that dare to openly oppose the Shangguan family can be counted on one hand.

If we accept the peace talks, we can not only resolve the current conflicts, but also avoid becoming an enemy of such a behemoth. This is a good thing that is sure to make money, so why not do it?

But Ye Chen not only refused, he also said provocative words such as "What's it to you?" This was clearly an active attempt to escalate the conflict!

The old man opened his mouth and uttered after a long pause, "This senior... is too brave, isn't he? Does he really not care about the Shangguan family's revenge?"

When he said this, his voice trembled slightly.

If it were him, let alone actively refusing, even if Shangguan Yan showed only the slightest sign of goodwill, he would probably have nodded his head in agreement.

Patriarch Bai Yu also recovered from his shock. He looked at Ye Chen's back with complicated eyes and murmured, "He even dared to speak disrespectfully to His Majesty the Holy Emperor. How could he take the Shangguan family seriously?"

Everyone followed his gaze and saw Ye Chen standing with his hands behind his back, his robe fluttering gently in the breeze, his face still as calm as ever.

It was as if what he had just rejected was not the Shangguan family's goodwill, but he just casually pushed away a cup of insignificant tea. There was no fear in his eyes, not even a trace of ripple.

On the other hand, Shangguan Yan, who was rejected, narrowed his eyes slightly at this moment. His originally calm gaze suddenly became as sharp as a knife. Two cold lights shot out from the bottom of his eyes, like two ice daggers tempered with deadly poison, piercing Ye Chen directly.

The cold aura spread out, and the air around seemed to drop in temperature instantly, causing the powerful God Emperors present to shiver and subconsciously take half a step back.

"If you don't eat the toast, will you be punished with a drink?"

Shangguan Yan's voice was as cold as ice, completely different from his calm tone just now.

He thought he had made his point clear enough.

This matter is most likely just a dispute of pride between the younger generations, and there is no need to make it to the point of death.

He was even certain that as long as Ye Chen was not stupid, after knowing his identity and strength, even if he did not immediately agree to peace talks, his attitude would be somewhat softened.

After all, peace talks are beneficial to both sides and are a definite win-win situation.

But he never expected that Ye Chen not only did not ease up, but instead became even more aggressive and spoke outrageously.

Shangguan Yan clenched his fingers slightly, his knuckles turning white. "If that's the case, then there's nothing more to discuss! From today on, you are the mortal enemy of my Shangguan family! No matter where you flee to in the Wuxiang Divine Kingdom, you will be hunted down by my Shangguan family with all their might!"

His voice was resounding, as if he was reading out a death sentence, and every word carried an unquestionable pressure.

When everyone present heard this, their faces changed.

Being targeted by the entire Shangguan family would be a disaster for anyone.

Once the Shangguan family releases the news, those forces and cultivators who want to curry favor with the Shangguan family will surround them like sharks smelling blood and attack Ye Chen in groups.

By then, even if Ye Chen has great abilities, he will end up with enemies on all sides and won't even have a moment of peace!

But Ye Chen seemed not to hear the threat in these words. Instead, he curled the corners of his lips and asked with a smile: "Since you want to be my enemy, why don't you just kill me here instead of wasting your breath threatening me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience fell silent.

Everyone was stunned - yes!

As long as Ye Chen is killed under Shangguan Yan's nose, there will be no question of them being "enemies" in the future.

Since Shangguan Yan has the confidence to threaten, why doesn't he just take action directly?

Shangguan Yan's face suddenly froze, and his originally cold expression became a little more unnatural.

He loosened his clenched fingers, then clenched them again.

The reason why he appeared here was not because of his real body, but because when he was refining the life-saving ring for Master Shangguan, he deliberately integrated a wisp of his soul into it, just in case.

Now that Master Shangguan's means of survival has been broken, his spirit will naturally be revealed.

But the power of a wisp of soul is not the real body after all.

When dealing with cultivators at the Divine Emperor level, the Saint Emperor pressure carried by this divine soul is enough to crush them, but when facing Ye Chen, a powerful Saint Emperor, this little power seems a little insufficient.

His previous threat was just to use the reputation of the Shangguan family to intimidate Ye Chen, but now, this disguise was exposed by Ye Chen in one word.

Shangguan Yan's face became increasingly ugly, and his ears turned slightly red.

There is the embarrassment of having one's thoughts exposed, and even more so the anger of being exposed in public.

He took a deep breath, and the last trace of hesitation in his eyes disappeared: "Since you insist on seeking death, don't blame me for being rude!"

Before he finished speaking, Shangguan Yan's figure suddenly became illusory, and wisps of dark spiritual power burst out from his body, surging into the air like a tide.

These spiritual powers quickly condensed in the air and in the blink of an eye turned into a sharp spear about ten feet long.

As soon as the spear took shape, a terrifying pressure spread out.

This pressure did not act on the physical body, but directly impacted the soul, making everyone present feel as if their heads were hit by a sledgehammer, and the pain was so severe that their vision went black.

"what--!"

Screams rang out one after another.

The old man Shenfeng held his head with both hands, staggered backward, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He could clearly feel that his soul was trembling wildly, like a thatched hut in a storm, which could collapse at any time.

Ancestor Bai Yu was not in a much better condition. He bit his tongue, trying to use the pain to stay awake, but the tearing sensation from his soul became more and more intense, and the scene in front of him began to distort.

Everyone huddled on the ground, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.

The shock to the soul of the Chaos Saint Emperor is simply not something that these God Emperors can bear.

Once their spirit and soul are shattered, they will be completely dead and will not even have the chance to reincarnate!

The soul spear in the air became clearer at this moment.

The spear head is as bright as snow, the blade edge is so smooth that it can reflect a person's shadow, and the spear body looks like it is twisted from the skeleton of a dragon.

The blue-black "dragon scales" are stacked layer upon layer, and there are several lifelike "dragon fins" at the end of the gun.

Even the "dragon tendons" wrapped around the gun barrel are clearly visible. If it weren't for the unique illusory aura of the soul emanating from its body, anyone would have thought that this was a peerless divine weapon made of real materials.

The spear slowly turned its direction, pointing the tip at Ye Chen. The spear body, which was hundreds of feet long, trembled slightly, and the pressure it emitted locked Ye Chen tightly.

The power was so strong that even a peak-level Divine Emperor would be frightened to death and would be unable to resist.

But Ye Chen still stood there, his expression as calm as an ancient well.

He looked up at the Spiritual Spear, his eyes without the slightest fluctuation, as if what he was about to face was not a blow from the Holy Emperor that could easily kill the Divine Emperor, but just an insignificant branch.

Just as the Soul Spear shot down with a sound of breaking through the air, Ye Chen finally moved.

His brow flickered slightly, and a wisp of light golden spiritual power quietly floated out - this wisp of power was extremely weak, like a thin thread pulled out from a silk cocoon, and if you didn't look carefully, you would almost miss it.

However, this strand of spiritual power quickly condensed in the air and in the blink of an eye it turned into a thumb-sized immortal sword.

The entire body of the immortal sword is light gold, as if it was cast from molten gold. The sword body is as smooth as jade, without any unnecessary decorations. There are only two simple cloud patterns engraved on the sword guard. The hilt is wrapped with a circle of thin gold wire, which looks simple and heavy.

Despite its small size, the sharp aura emitted by the immortal sword is not weak at all.

It seemed as if the slightest touch could cut the steel in half.

The immortal sword drew a golden arc in the air, leaving a long tail of light, and crashed into the soul spear like a meteor.

"Boom--!"

A deafening roar erupted. Two terrifying spiritual forces collided, transforming into circles of pale golden ripples that spread in all directions.

Wherever it passed, the space was like a crumpled cardboard, constantly compressed and stretched, making a "crackling" sound.

Pitch-black cracks in the void appeared out of nowhere, opening and closing, like countless dormant beasts, ready to devour everything around them at any time.

Everyone lay on the ground, unable to even scream.

This soul shock wave was even more terrifying than the previous shock. Their souls were like small boats drifting in the stormy waves, which could be overturned at any time.

In mid-air, the seemingly mighty spirit spear began to have dense cracks on its tip the moment it collided with the pale golden immortal sword.

These cracks spread like a spider web, first covering the entire gun head, and then quickly spreading to the gun barrel. The blue-black gun body began to become illusory, as if it would completely collapse in the next second.

In contrast, the pale golden sword was still intact, and the sword body even emitted a brighter golden light, as if mocking the vulnerability of the Soul Spear.

The pale golden Soul Immortal Sword was suspended in the air, and the golden light on the sword became brighter and brighter, like the scorching sun at noon, so bright that people could not open their eyes.

The cracks on the spear condensed by Shangguan Yan's soul were still spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Tiny spots of light began to appear on the dark blue gun body, like melting ice and snow, dissipating bit by bit into the void.

Shangguan Yan's expression completely changed. His originally cold expression was replaced by shock. He stared at the small immortal sword, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Impossible! How is this possible?!"

Although his soul is only a wisp, it is after all a Chaos Saint Emperor-level power. Even if it is not as powerful as his real body, it is definitely not something that an ordinary Saint Emperor can easily defeat.

But Ye Chen only used a seemingly weak wisp of his soul to smash his soul spear to the point of breaking. This kind of strength was far beyond his cognition.

He subconsciously mobilized more spiritual power to try to repair the cracks in the spear.

However, the spiritual power that had just surged over was instantly dissolved as soon as it came into contact with the aura emitted by the pale golden immortal sword, without even a ripple being caused.

Shangguan Yan's body began to feel ethereal and his face turned pale - forcibly activating the power of his soul had already caused damage to his soul.

"Crush it for me!"

Shangguan Yan roared angrily, gritted his teeth and injected all his remaining spiritual power into the spear.

The spear that was on the verge of breaking suddenly burst out with a burst of dark light, and the spear body instantly expanded to hundreds of feet long. A black light blade even condensed on the spear head, with the momentum of destroying the world, slashing towards Ye Chen again.

Ye Chen still stood there, his eyes showing no fluctuation at all.

He lightly tapped his fingertips, and the pale golden Soul Immortal Sword instantly turned into a stream of light, several times faster than before, and appeared at the crack of the spear as if teleporting.

"Crack——!"

A crisp cracking sound was heard.

The spear, which was already full of cracks, instantly shattered from the tip under the impact of the immortal sword.

The blue-black fragments fell like a meteor shower, turning into wisps of black mist in the air and quickly dissipating without a trace.

The black blade of light also lost its power support, twisted a few times in mid-air, and then completely annihilated.

"puff!"

Shangguan Yan suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood - his soul was damaged, and his body would also be affected.

He stumbled back a few steps, his figure becoming even more illusory, and his originally cold eyes were filled with a hint of fear: "You... who are you?!"

He really couldn't understand when such a terrifying Holy Emperor appeared in the Wuxiang Divine Kingdom, who could easily defeat even his spiritual power.

He didn't even give Ye Chen any chance to answer. A dazzling light golden halo suddenly rose from his body, and he once again frantically mobilized the spiritual power in his body!

The spiritual power was no longer a scattered airflow, but swirled around him like a raging wave.

Every surge was accompanied by a sharp sound of tearing the air, as if a black gale strong enough to overturn the sky and destroy the world was madly condensing and compressing with him as the center.

However, in an instant, the violent spiritual power condensed into substance above his head - it was actually a huge talisman floating in the air.

This talisman was over a thousand feet tall, like a black cloud covering half the sky, with wisps of twisted black soul energy lingering around its edges.

The surface of the talisman is not smooth, but is covered with densely packed strange runes that wind like dragons.

Those runes seemed to come alive, constantly moving and flashing on the talisman.

Every time it lights up, a powerful force as heavy as a mountain and enough to crush everything emanates from it, causing the surrounding space to slightly wrinkle.

"Suppression!"

A deafening roar erupted from Shangguan Yan's throat, and in the roar there was a sense of desperate determination.

His skinny fingers suddenly stretched out and pointed hard at Ye Chen below!

As this angry roar came out, the huge talisman that covered the sky and the sun was like a start switch was pressed, and with a dull sound like thunder breaking through the air, it slammed down in the direction where Ye Chen was!

All the running runes on the talisman burst out with dazzling black light at this moment.