Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest-Chapter 945: Battle Martial Ancestor

Could this person have been possessed by an Outsider Heavenly Demon?

The thought emerged bizarrely in Qin Qingxuan’s mind—otherwise, there was no way to explain the anomalies in Wang Chen that were unlike others.

But under the heavens, the Blood Cloak Guard was the most vigilant against evil demons. Wang Chen, being a Head of the Hundred Households of the Blood Cloak Guard, if possessed by a fiend, would truly be the joke of the ages!

Qin Qingxuan could only conclude that the previous Wang Chen was incredibly adept at hiding his true nature, and only now was he revealing his actual brilliance.

She didn’t become discouraged by setbacks. Instead, her determination to win over Wang Chen grew even more resolute and persistent!

Such a talent was simply wasted working as a mere vanguard for the king; he was better suited as a counselor to the Child of Destiny.

"Yes."

Qin Qingxuan said with a smile, "If I am not mistaken, an expert from the Hidden Dragon Hall awaits you further ahead."

"I am willing to accompany you on this journey, to persuade them to abandon the bounty on your assassination. I believe the Hidden Dragon Hall will grant some face to the Rain Flower Sword Sect, ending this entanglement!"

She lifted her head, her eyes flashing with a compelling spirit that showed great confidence.

To be honest, even Wang Chen felt a fleeting sense of marvel!

"Thank you."

Wang Chen suppressed the ripples in his heart and shook his head as he replied, "Men of different paths should not plan for one another. I appreciate Miss Qin’s kindness, but it’s nothing more than another battle to fight."

Qin Qingxuan was taken aback, "Brother Wang, you must not underestimate the strength of the Hidden Dragon Hall. This is their final assassination attempt—they will surely send a true Martial Ancestor expert."

The reputation of the Hidden Dragon Hall was built upon one success after another; they wouldn’t destroy it carelessly!

Even Qin Qingxuan herself wasn’t fully confident in persuading the expert of the Hidden Dragon Hall.

Wang Chen just smiled faintly, "Let’s wait and see."

Qin Qingxuan was speechless once more.

This stunning beauty realized that Wang Chen’s resolve was like rock, not easily swayed by a few words from her.

In essence, her previous words were practically in vain!

A sense of powerlessness surged through her, and Qin Qingxuan closed her eyes and sighed lightly before saying, "Brother Wang, like many others, you misunderstand the Rebel Faction too deeply. You must understand that our common enemy is the Demon."

"The Imperial Court of Great Liang is already hopelessly corrupt. Countless officials have been tainted by demonic thoughts – greedy, vile, and cruel to the people. If we do not purge this rot, our human race will face a tremendous catastrophe!"

"Qingxuan has said all she can, wishing Brother Wang a smooth journey and may you turn peril into safety!"

As her voice fell, she rose to her full height, took her longsword, and darted out of the rain pavilion.

In the moment she disappeared into the torrential rain, the stunning beauty suddenly turned her head and gave Wang Chen a deep, lingering glance.

Her eyes were filled with endless regret and melancholy.

The next moment, Qin Qingxuan vanished without a trace, leaving only a faint fragrance lingering in the pavilion.

"Heh!"

Wang Chen exhaled, thoughtfully stroking his chin.

He hadn’t expected to so quickly catch the attention of the grand forces—the Rebel Faction, Hidden Dragon Hall, Rain Flower Sword Sect, as well as the Imperial Court of Great Liang, Blood Cloak Guard, and the Noble Clans...

The waters were indeed too deep!

But Wang Chen was fearless.

He had come to this world to explore his origin; whoever blocked his path would be met with his spear!

The mountain torrent was swift to come and go, and soon the clouds dispersed, revealing the azure sky once more.

Wang Chen resumed his journey.

Riding the Yellow Fatty Horse, he continued along the damp mountain path, deliberately slowing down while maintaining extreme vigilance.

All around him, the sights, sounds, and scents were captured by Wang Chen’s eyes, ears, and nose. His razor-sharp perception extended in every direction.

No rustle of wind or grass could escape his scrutiny!

Only a dozen or so miles into his escape and just as he was about to leave the mountain path for the broader conduit, Wang Chen hadn’t encountered any trouble.

Qin Qingxuan had mentioned a fifth-tier expert from the Hidden Dragon Hall, yet none had appeared.

However, at that moment, he felt a sudden shock in his heart and unthinkingly pulled on the reins.

Neighing abruptly, the Yellow Fatty Horse skidded to a stop, its front hooves rearing high.

Wang Chen immediately leaped from the saddle, vaulting over the horse’s head to land ahead.

He saw that a few dozen steps away at the junction, there now stood an old man!

The man looked to be in his fifties or sixties, clothed in a straw raincoat with a bamboo hat on his head, his face deeply wrinkled from years of aging, his murky eyes showing an indifference and ease as if he had seen through the worldly affairs.

If he were holding a hoe instead of the pale golden long spear in his hand, he would be the spitting image of an elderly farmer from the countryside.

This old man stood in the way, giving Wang Chen the impression of a towering and majestic mountain!

Without a hint of his inner turmoil, Wang Chen cupped his fist in the other hand and bowed, saying, "Wang Chen, Head of the Blood Cloak Guard, greets the elder. May I have the honor of knowing your esteemed name?"

"Wang Chen?"

The old man tilted his head, asking with befuddlement, "Weren’t you called Ling Zhiyuan?"

"I’ve changed my name and severed past ties," Wang Chen said solemnly. "Donning the Blood Cloak signifies the end of mundane affairs; there are no more entanglements with past matters!"

The old man seemed surprised. "At such a young age, you’ve reached such enlightenment. You are truly a fearsome young man."

Wang Chen smiled faintly, "You flatter me, elder."

"I am Huang Jue from the Hidden Dragon."

The old man chuckled, his gaze at Wang Chen filled with an unusual gleam, "Wang Chen, do you have any last words?"

"So you are Huang Jue, the Soul Severing Spear from the Hidden Dragon Hall..."

Wang Chen was surprised. "It’s indeed an honor to meet you!"

He had indeed heard of this name before; the man was one of the thirteen Protectors of the Hidden Dragon Hall, undoubtedly a powerful figure.

What Wang Chen didn’t expect was that for the third assassination attempt, the Hidden Dragon Hall had actually dispatched their trump card!

Soul Severing Spear Huang Jue was a long-renowned expert who was said to have been the Sect Leader of a Martial Arts sect before being pursued by the Great Liang Imperial Court for involvement in a rebellion and then joining the Hidden Dragon Hall.

"You are very polite,"

Huang Jue said with a slight smile. "So, I will leave you with a complete corpse and then bury you."

"I will also leave your corpse intact," Wang Chen replied happily. "I will not just cut off your head to claim my reward."

His sincere manner seemed to ignite a flash of killing intent in Huang Jue’s eyes—he had never seen such an audacious young man!

But the thought of personally snuffing out the life of a teenage prodigy brought an indescribable thrill to Huang Jue’s heart, his Life Qi surged within him like a river, instantly erupting with formidable power.

"Behold the spear!"

With a thunderous shout, Huang Jue thrust his long spear towards Wang Chen from afar.

The next moment, this fifth-tier Martial Ancestor, along with his Soul Severing Spear, turned into a spectral streak, aiming directly at Wang Chen in a straight shot.

A strike of the Soul Severing Spear, where life and death hung in the balance!

The invisible pressure of the attack, with the force of a mountain collapse and a tidal wave, surged towards Wang Chen.

This powerful expert from the Hidden Dragon Hall didn’t hold back on his initial strike, evidently aiming to settle the outcome in one blow.

Unmatched and invincible!

Facing the relentless attack of Huang Jue’s long spear, Wang Chen neither dodged nor retreated; instead, he reached out and drew his own weapon.

The Qiling Spear!