Mythical Era: My Evolution into a Celestial Beast-Chapter 621: The Monster Named Chen Chu

Boom!

The divine dragon soared, its claws shrouded in dazzling light and shattering the incoming ax lights. The swirling white mist gradually enveloped half of the canyon.

As the mist spread like a domain, the divine dragon's dominance intensified, while the alien warrior's attacks gradually weakened.

Roar!

Suddenly, the clouds dispersed, and a hundred-meter-long dragon tail swept across like a streak of light, blasting toward the tiger-headed warrior.

The sheer force of the strike caused the surrounding space to ripple with transparent shockwaves, forming a phantom dragon tail several hundred meters long and shaking the heavens and earth.

Roar!

The tiger-headed warrior roared in fury, gripping the ax with both hands. A crimson glow, dense like fresh blood, erupted from its body, condensing into a towering phantom hundreds of meters tall.

The blood tiger phantom wielded an ax as well, striking down in unison with the warrior.

Boom!

Three ax lights, each hundreds of meters long, shot forth, splitting the ground into three massive rifts ten meters wide and hundreds of meters long.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As the three ax lights collided with the dragon tail, a massive crimson explosion erupted, followed by a cataclysmic blast.

The entire canyon trembled under the impact. Violent winds howled, sending countless rocks and soil soaring into the air to form a hundred-meter-high sandstorm sweeping across kilometers.

The alien warrior was sent flying with a loud crash, and slammed into a canyon wall a thousand meters away, causing half of it to collapse.

Spat!

Amid the rubble, the tiger-headed warrior spat out fresh blood, its aura instantly weakening.

In the distance, the divine dragon emerged from the dust and ascended into the sky, circling once before landing gracefully on the opposite cliff. There, it transformed into the towering, robust figure of Ji Wuji, dressed in snow-white robes.

Ji Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, gazing calmly at the distant warrior. In the Alliance language, he said indifferently, "Is this the strongest warrior of the Keta Clan's younger generation? Hardly impressive."

The tiger-headed warrior's face flushed red with anger as he spat out another mouthful of blood, his eyes glaring with rage and the wish to cleave Ji Wuji with his ax.

Atop the cliff above the alien warrior stood a five-meter-tall True Demon, with a slender body, blade-like arms, and covered in black scales.

Around this demon were several alien warriors, varying in height from three to ten meters, and each exuding late-stage Eighth or even Ninth Heavenly Realm auras.

However, whenever these aliens glanced at the True Demon, a trace of awe flickered in their eyes.

The True Demon spoke slowly. "Krudo, step back. To the humans, the Keta Clan is merely a minor clan. It is normal for your strength to fall short against human experts of the same realm.

"However, now that you've joined the Demon God Cult, you will naturally become invincible among your peers after undergoing bloodline transformation and obtaining our True Demon Race's inheritance."

On the opposite cliff, Ji Wuji scoffed. "Invincible among peers? Such big talk. Even a pure-blooded demon is no match for me, let alone a converted one."

Ji Wuji's words immediately darkened the expressions of the Demon God Cultists.

Ji Wuji stood proudly, his tone arrogant. "What? Unconvinced? If you don't believe me, send an Eighth Demonic Mark demon over, and I'll show you what true peerless combat prowess looks like."

Ji Wuji's arrogance was so overwhelming that even the True Demon's demonic eyes flickered with killing intent. In a deep voice, it said, "Human, you are seeking death."

Ji Wuji sneered. "You think just saying so makes it true? Who do you think you are? Do you think talking big will kill me?"

"Die!"

Boom!

An immense aura erupted from the True Demon, transforming into raging black flames that shot into the sky and instantly shattered the surrounding air. Even the clouds tens of thousands of meters above dissipated in an instant.

At the middle stage of the Ninth Demonic Mark, the oppressive aura was nearly comparable to that of a demon king. The surrounding space trembled under the pressure, forcing the Eighth and Ninth Heavenly Realm alien cultivators to retreat.

Boom!

The aura condensed above Ji Wuji's head several kilometers away, forming a phantom of a monstrous ghostly face hundreds of meters wide. Under the oppressive demonic force, Ji Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly.

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His cultivation was still at the middle stage of the Eighth Heavenly Realm, but compared to when he had encountered Chen Chu over half a month ago, his strength had improved significantly, nearing the late stage. Despite the fearsome power of the True Demon, he showed no trace of fear.

Just as the ghostly face howled through the sky and was about to descend and devour Ji Wuji, a deep, resonant voice echoed.

"Saix, do you think we have no one to stand against you?"

Boom!

A powerful fist will erupted from behind Ji Wuji, sending layers of white shockwaves surging hundreds of meters as it shattered the ghostly phantom in an instant.

Bang!

A powerful air explosion detonated thousands of meters high, sending shockwaves sweeping across several kilometers and stirring up rolling clouds with an overwhelming momentum.

On the hillside behind Ji Wuji, six human youths, both male and female, stood tall, each exuding a formidable aura.

Among them were Xia Zuo, who had participated in the Abyssal Battlefield, An Fuqing, who carried four divine swords on her back, and three other young men along with a woman, all in their twenties.

Xia Zuo's injuries had not only fully healed, but after experiencing a life-threatening battle, his aura had become even stronger than before.

An Fuqing’s cultivation had advanced to the beginning stage of the Eighth Heavenly Realm within a few months, progressing at an astonishing pace and already nearing Ji Wuji’s level.

The young man who had just unleashed the fierce fist will stood at the center of the group. He had short, steel-like hair and sharp eyes that faintly flickered with white lightning.

Looking at the True Demon several kilometers away, Hong Zhen spoke slowly. "Saix, do you, a Ninth Demonic Mark cultivator, have the audacity to attack an Eighth Heavenly Realm cultivator from my race? Is it that the so-called invincibility among peers of the True Demons is merely a joke, and you can only compare yourselves to those weaker than you?"

The True Demon with blade-like arms spoke in a low voice. "Hmph! I was merely teaching him a lesson, reminding him to watch his words. If I wanted to take action, I would challenge you, Hong Zhen. Only by defeating a king's descendant like you would I feel any sense of achievement."

Hong Zhen sneered. "Oh? I’m afraid you won’t even be able to withstand a single punch from me."

As he spoke, Hong Zhen took two steps forward, his aura of the late-stage Ninth Heavenly Realm spreading out and mingling with his skyward-surging fist will.

Boom! Boom!

Two tangible pressures clashed above the canyon, like two colossal titans colliding. The resulting atmospheric explosion formed concentric shockwaves that swept across the sky and earth.

The sheer aura alone was intense enough to make many alien cultivators within dozens of kilometers focus their gazes.

Some of these aliens had humanoid appearances with three eyes on their foreheads, while others stood several meters tall with horse bodies and dragon heads, and some resembled massive upright bears.

These aliens, hailing from various divine factions, were all geniuses of their generation. The weakest among them had mid-to-late stage Seventh Heavenly Realm cultivation, with most being in the Eighth or Ninth Realms.

A few alien geniuses, who had divine light flowing around them, exuded an incredibly terrifying aura akin to mythical beings.

Watching the fierce confrontation from afar, an alien with feather-like eyebrows spoke solemnly. "The strength of the human race is formidable. Even the so-called invincible warriors of the Purgatory Clan can’t suppress them."

A three-eyed alien on a distant mountain peak nodded slightly in agreement.

However, some aliens sneered with disdain, their eyes filled with contempt. "Invincible? That’s just a self-proclaimed title of those ridiculous True Demons. If they were truly invincible, the human race would have been wiped out long ago."

"Indeed."

As the aliens discussed among themselves, Hong Zhen and Saix faced off for a while before slowly withdrawing their auras, choosing not to escalate the confrontation further.

Tch!

Ji Wuji glanced at the opposite side of the canyon with disdain, then turned around and walked back. He spoke to the short-haired youth with respect. "Thank you for your help just now."

Hong Zhen shook his head. "No need to be polite. We humans should look out for each other when away from home."

After exchanging greetings, Ji Wuji turned to the sword-bearing girl and asked in a low voice, "An Fuqing, you sent him a message earlier. Will he come?"

"He will," An Fuqing replied calmly.

The woman with a high ponytail standing beside them crossed her arms and curiously asked, "Little Ji, what are you guys talking about?"

Ji Wuji chuckled and said, "Nothing much. Isn't the ruin about to open? So, I asked An Fuqing to inform a junior to come over."

"A junior?"

The woman paused slightly and then frowned. "Little Ji, this ruin is no joke."

In her opinion, Ji Wuji had just graduated, and his junior was likely only a second-year student. Even if he were an extraordinary genius, his cultivation would be at most at the Seventh Heavenly Realm.

With the ruin teeming with Eighth and Ninth Heavenly Realm alien powerhouses, a Seventh Heavenly Realm cultivator coming here would be seeking death.

The others also frowned slightly, disapproving of Ji Wuji's decision.

Ji Wuji confidently said, "Don't worry. That guy is a monster. His talent is even more freakish than An Fuqing’s."

Chen Shuang raised an eyebrow. "Someone with talent even more monstrous than An Fuqing? Little Ji, are you sure you’re not joking?"

Despite knowing An Fuqing for less than ten days, Chen Shuang had already been astounded by the girl's terrifying talent during their mission in the Alliance of Gods.

She hadn't even graduated from her first year, yet her cultivation had already broken through to the beginning stage of the Eighth Heavenly Realm. Moreover, she had condensed four advanced sword wills, opened a Sword World with unparalleled comprehension, and possessed combat strength far beyond her realm.

This level of talent had already left even an Innate Awakener like Chen Shuang and a king's descendant like Hong Zhen in shock. And now, Ji Wuji was claiming that someone had an even more monstrous talent than An Fuqing.

Suddenly, Xia Zuo interjected. "Wait a minute, Wuji, this junior you're talking about, his name wouldn’t happen to be Chen Chu, would it?"

"Oh! You know Chen Chu?"

Ji Wuji and An Fuqing looked at the young man who had arrived just two days ago with surprise.

Xia Zuo's expression turned somewhat complicated—shock, admiration, and a wry smile all mixed together. "Know him? That guy is indeed a monster."

During the previous great battle at the Abyssal Battlefield, Xia Zuo had thought he could make a name for himself with his beginning-stage Ninth Heavenly Realm cultivation and quasi-mythical combat power.

However, after completing a mission to destroy an alien army, he encountered a descendant of a demon god, whose combat strength was even more overwhelming.

Forced to use his trump card to escape with serious injuries, he ended up recuperating in the rear of Abyssal City.

It was then, while recovering, that he heard the astonishing news about someone named Chen Chu—a junior from the same class as his younger brother—achieving legendary feats that shook Abyssal War City.