126. Seduce Me?

"Boss, leave this loser Wang Yan to me!"

Lei Qian licked his lips and, after Yuan Cang nodded, instantly charged at Wang Yan.

A silver lightning blade slashed down at Wang Yan with ferocity.

The two fought fiercely, but before long, Wang Yan began to lose ground.

Meanwhile, other sect members eagerly awaited Yuan Cang’s command.

At his word, they would swarm forward.

Ying Huanhuan raised her delicate hands, summoning a zither, which she rested on her lap.

Her beautiful eyes locked onto the enemies across from her, ready to provide long-range support at any moment.

Ling Zhen, noticing this, grinned and said, "Boss, leave Ying Xiaoxiao to me. Today—"

"You handle the others. The two sisters are mine!" Yuan Cang interrupted him directly, his gaze fixed on the sisters.

Back then, Chen Xuan had stolen the woman Yuan Cang loved. When Yuan Cang later learned they had separated, he secretly sought out Ling Qingzhu but was heartlessly rejected.

The rejection devastated him, and he blamed everything on Chen Xuan.

You bastard! You married the most beautiful woman in the Eastern Xuan Region, and you still wanted more! You deserved to be betrayed!

Even in his dreams, Yuan Cang wished for a chance, but Ling Qingzhu never gave it to him.

How infuriating!

Now, he wanted Chen Xuan to witness him humiliating Ying Xiaoxiao and Ying Huanhuan!

With his current strength at the peak of the Nine Yuan Nirvana Stage, defeating Ying Xiaoxiao seemed almost certain.

Ling Zhen didn’t dare argue further and turned to attack the others.

"Ying Xiaoxiao, let’s see how much you and your sister have improved over the years!" Yuan Cang sneered.

As his words fell, he vanished like a ghost, reappearing before Ying Huanhuan. A powerful palm strike, infused with immense energy, surged toward her.

Just as the strike was about to land on her shoulder, a white figure suddenly appeared in front of Ying Huanhuan—it was none other than the long-awaited Chen Xuan.

With a simple motion, Chen Xuan nullified Yuan Cang's fierce attack.

The sight of Chen Xuan made the other sects’ disciples flee without hesitation.

They had only stepped in because they believed Yuan Gate’s elders had trapped Chen Xuan, making his survival impossible.

Now that Chen Xuan had escaped, staying would mean certain death.

As the other sect disciples fled, some Yuan Gate disciples, paralyzed by fear, hesitated. This weakened their forces significantly.

Meanwhile, the morale of the Dao Sect disciples surged, quickly reversing the previously dire situation.

"Senior Brother Chen Xuan! Glory to the Dao Sect!"

"Senior Brother Chen Xuan! Glory to the Dao Sect!"

"Senior Brother Chen Xuan! Glory to the Dao Sect!"

Thunderous chants erupted around the ancient battlefield, echoing across the land.

Ying Huanhuan and Ying Xiaoxiao beamed with joy.

[Ding! Ying Xiaoxiao feels joy. Emotional value +500.]
[Ding! Ying Huanhuan feels relief. Emotional value +666.]

"You... Why are you here?" Yuan Cang stammered, staring at Chen Xuan in terror, trembling uncontrollably as if he had seen a ghost.

[Ding! Yuan Cang feels fear. Emotional value +200.]

Chen Xuan smiled and countered, "Why shouldn’t I be here?"

"But… you… you’re supposed to be dead!"

"Well, as you can see, I’m very much alive."

"... Then… what happened to Elder Cheng Pu and the others?" Yuan Cang’s voice quivered as he seemed to grasp something terrible.

"They’re dead," Chen Xuan said flatly.

Yuan Cang’s face turned deathly pale.

Eight elders—all experts beyond the Profound Death Realm—were dead!

And even more terrifying was the "demonic master," whose strength rivaled the Samsara Stage!

How could Chen Xuan have defeated them?

"That’s impossible! You’re lying!" Yuan Cang shouted in disbelief.

[Ding! Yuan Cang experiences disbelief. Emotion value +333.]

Disbelief?

Heh.

It seems Yuan Cang had no clue about Chen Xuan's true strength.

"If you think I’m lying, go ask them yourself," Chen Xuan said coldly.

As his words fell, his figure vanished from the spot.

“Squelch!”

In the blink of an eye, Yuan Cang looked down to find a rust-covered sword piercing through his chest, chilling him to the core.

"You…" Yuan Cang tried to speak.

Chen Xuan withdrew the blade, the Tetanus Fang. "Remember this: in your next life, don’t be a lackey for Yuan Gate!"

With that, he absorbed Yuan Cang’s soul and vanished again.

In the skies above, sounds of squelching and piercing echoed repeatedly.

Moments later, bodies began to fall, one after another.

Within just a few breaths, the area turned into a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses.

Every disciple of Yuan Gate had fallen.

Yet Chen Xuan wasn’t finished.

"Wang Yan, take care of the others. I’ll deal with the rest!"

"Maybe… let them go?" Ying Xiaoxiao said softly.

She understood Chen Xuan’s actions against the Yuan Gate disciples, but killing members of other sects would have severe consequences—consequences she couldn’t imagine.

Chen Xuan replied firmly, "If they dared to attack my Dao Sect, they must face the consequences."

"Big Sister, I think Chen Xuan is right. Let him do it!" Ying Huanhuan tugged at Ying Xiaoxiao’s sleeve.

"But…"

Before she could finish, Chen Xuan had already disappeared.

In the distance, faint cries of pleading could be heard.

But they were futile.

Chen Xuan’s sword showed no mercy.

The prodigies of the Desolate Palace, Fire Cloud Sect, Ghost Blade Sect, Divine Sect, and Thousand Puppet Sect—all were cut down by Chen Xuan, their souls taken.

"Senior Brother Chen Xuan, please spare me! I’ll never oppose you again!"

Not far away, a woman in white cried pitifully, her snow-white hair fluttering in the wind, resembling falling snowflakes. Her delicate appearance exuded an unusual charm.

"A Tier Nine Symbol Master? Impressive, but unfortunately, you picked the wrong side," Chen Xuan said, shaking his head as his sword pointed toward the woman.

"If you don’t kill me, I… I’ll do anything you want, alright?" she begged, her voice trembling.

She even bared her snow-white shoulder, trying to seduce Chen Xuan into sparing her.

Her plan was simple: lull him into letting his guard down, escape, and then spread the news of Chen Xuan's massacre of other sects’ disciples. That would surely provoke the strongest figures of those sects to come after him.

The most venomous heart belongs to a woman.

However, she seemed to forget one thing.

Her beauty was nothing compared to Ling Qingzhu, Chen Xuan's ex-wife and the renowned beauty of the Eastern Xuan Region.

Now, Chen Xuan was surrounded by the elegant Yun Yun, the lively Ying Huanhuan, and the dignified Ying Xiaoxiao.

How could he possibly fall for such a shallow trick?

Then, a thought crossed Chen Xuan's mind. His spiritual power had been stagnating for some time, and this woman was a specialist in spiritual power cultivation.

Perfect.

"Thank you for your years of cultivation. Today, your spiritual power will be mine!"

Chen Xuan sheathed his sword and smiled faintly. "Can you really do anything I ask?"

"Of course!" The woman’s face lit up, her gestures becoming even more enticing.

"Good, let’s see what you can do!"

"Come closer."

She stepped forward, smiling alluringly, completely unaware of her impending doom.

"Squelch!"

Once again, Chen Xuan’s blade found its mark, ensuring there was no escape.