Chapter 32: Demonic Attack! Chen Xuan’s Wealth!
Xiao Huo remained oblivious to the true weight of his Master’s words, but many quickly realized what was happening.
Of course, these people did not need a reminder from this mysterious cultivator to grasp the gravity of the situation.
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Chen Xuan held Huo Ling’er to his chest and stared at the burning arena, a flicker of emotion passing through his eyes.
In an instant, hundreds of unknown cultivators had emerged from the stands, erupting with extraordinary combat power.
Even he, who was already in the arena, had barely found time to react.
Fortunately, these hidden attacks mainly targeted the Elders, paying little attention to ordinary disciples.
Had they not, hundreds of disciples would have perished the moment the chaos ensued.
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"Argh!" A scream rang out and blood splattered across the stone floor, as Chen Xuan raised his hand and struck an ambusher, crippling them with a single, clean blow.
Before he could catch his breath, however, another wave of attacks arrived.
A group of red-clad cultivators with grotesque features lunged forward, their auras reaching the Foundation Establishment realm.
Chen Xuan frowned.
Judging from their sudden emergence and seamless cooperation once they took action, the demonic cult must have prepared for this war long ago.
They should have known his true combat power.
’Why send only a few Foundation Establishment cultivators to target me? Are they sending these people to their deaths?’ he thought.
Ignoring the bloodcurdling screams of his enemies, Chen Xuan gently carried the unconscious Huo Ling’er across the battlefield.
He planned to find a relatively safe place for her before regrouping with the other Peak Masters and the Sect Leader.
He could sense that the true experts of both forces had long moved their battle out of the arena and were currently engaged outside the Jade Pure Sect.
Though apprehensive, he knew that he had to fulfill his responsibilities as a Peak Master.
Just as Chen Xuan was approaching the edge of the arena and was about to leave its boundaries, he froze in place and looked up.
The clouds above him parted, as if sliced by an invisible blade. A dark streak plummeted from the sky, smashing into the ground close to him.
Several red figures chased after it, demonic cultivators with the same eerie appearance and cold aura as the others.
"Junior Brother Chen! Escape! Go meet up with the Sect Leader! The situation is dangerous!" An anxious voice echoed in his mind, revealing the identity of the dark streak:
Tang Yuechen!
As for her pursuers?
An elderly, shriveled Nascent Soul cultivator leading a dozen Core Formation experts.
All were filled with killing intent, paying no heed to Tang Yuechen’s beauty and aiming to kill her.
Chen Xuan noticed that Tang Yuechen was already injured by the time she rose to her feet.
Part of her dress had been torn away, but it didn’t diminish her aura in the slightest.
Combined with her solemn expression, she looked particularly heroic as she rushed to meet the enemy.
Chen Xuan stopped in his tracks, watching the scene in silence.
He understood Tang Yuechen’s warning and knew that the place near Qian Lingxue was indeed the safest. After all, the other party was the strongest person he had seen so far.
Unfortunately, he no longer had the luxury of choice.
Not because of a sudden urge to "save the beauty
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