A great emperor master every day—the good-for-nothing young master is having a blast!

"Father......"

Seeing Chen Zhaowu subdued by two powerful figures from the Xuan Yun Holy Land, Chen Ming was utterly desperate.

His father, who was all-powerful in his heart, appeared so weak in the face of the Xuan Yun Holy Land.

The battle is still ongoing; there's definitely no chance of escape.

Chen Ming glanced at Chen Yue not far away, then looked at Gu Jun, the Holy Son of Xuanyun, below the stage.

He couldn't help but sigh. He hadn't expected that the Holy Son Xuanyun had come to Jiangcheng specifically to see Chen Yue.

There's no escaping it, and admitting defeat is out of the question.

Chen Ming had already seen through Chen Yue's intentions; he clearly wanted to wear him down on stage.

At the beginning, Chen Ming also held the same idea: as long as Chen Yue dared to go on stage, he would dare to accidentally kill Chen Yue on stage.

After the battle began, Chen Ming realized the difference in strength between the two, and the situation reversed.

Chen Yue publicly revealed various inside stories about the Chen family.

Suddenly, the Chen family was thrust into the eye of the storm, and their reputation plummeted.

"Young Master Chen, what are your thoughts after seeing the real Cold Rain Ice Illusion Technique?"

"To be able to master the art of counterfeiting to that extent, should we praise your foolish hard work, or should we call you simply stupid?"

"Even if it only brings a cool breeze, it means you tried your best. Unfortunately, you tried in the wrong place, so it was all for naught."

Chen Yue sat on the ground, facing Chen Ming.

He knew that this might be the last time he ever spoke to his older cousin.

Sensing the killing intent emanating from Chen Yue, Chen Ming understood the outcome of the battle.

It's no longer just about winning or losing; it's a battle where lives are at stake.

The answer to who lives and who dies has long been obvious.

Chen Ming refused to admit defeat. Since no one could save him, he decided to take a gamble and fight his way out.

"Chen Yue!"

Chen Ming's blood surged, his eyes turned bloodshot, and the source power in his source sea was instantly drained, allowing his strength to reach the peak of the second level of enlightenment.

"Broken Blade Style, Execution!"

Chen Ming roared, gathering all his source power in his hand, condensing it into a huge cleaver.

His source energy was quickly depleted, and the sudden feeling of exhaustion caused Chen Ming's hands, which were gripping the knife, to tremble slightly.

In this attack, Chen Ming will go all out, using all his strength to attack Chen Yue.

Success or failure hinges on a single thought.

Chen Yue shook his head, utterly disappointed.

Ever since his sacred body was taken away, Chen Yue has always regarded Chen Ming as a major enemy.

Even in his dreams, he wanted to personally dig out the sacred body and kill Chen Ming.

Give yourself an explanation, and also give your ten-year-old self an explanation.

But before that, the idea was ridiculous.

How could a weakling with no strength possibly fight against a Source Master at the Enlightenment Realm?

As the eldest son of the Chen family, anyone who opposes him will naturally suffer a terrible fate.

Taking into account her seriously ill mother and her young daughter, Su Yi.

This hatred, hidden in my heart, has remained unfulfilled.

Now, Chen Yue stands here, facing tens of millions of people in Jiangcheng.

He was no longer the useless young master who had been ridiculed and beaten by everyone for the past few years, unable to even kill a chicken.

Instead, he was a disciple of Emperor Qingxuan, possessing the Primordial Sacred Body and cultivating Heaven-Rank techniques, becoming an unparalleled genius who reached the fifth level of the Condensation Source Realm in a short period of time.

Chen Yue is in no way inferior to his father, Chen Chu.

Standing before Chen Ming now, Chen Yue realized how weak the aura emanating from him was.

The large sword he held, formed from primal energy, seemed utterly vulnerable.

Chen Yue could decide his fate with a flick of his finger.

He stood calmly in place, without making any move to dodge.

He watched silently as Chen Ming charged forward, sword in hand.

"If you don't dodge, you'll die!"

Chen Ming gripped his long sword tightly and slashed down fiercely at Chen Yue's head.

This attack used up all of Chen Ming's strength, and his source energy was also exhausted.

In his imagination, this strike would surely split Chen Yue's head in two, splattering blood everywhere.

With a clang, the sound of the long sword falling was crisp and the texture was strange; it definitely wasn't the sound of a blade striking a head.

With a skeptical attitude, I looked up.

With just one glance, Chen Ming's heart turned completely cold.

Is this all the attack I launched with all my might could achieve?

When the source energy was exhausted, the long sword also dissipated.

Above Chen Yue, an ice wall floated in mid-air, absorbing the fatal blow that had just struck him.

The slash fell, but it did not cause any harm to Chen Yue.

Even the ice wall above didn't develop any cracks, or even leave a scratch.

"It would be a waste to put my Primordial Holy Body on you."

"Years have passed, and you are still as weak as you were back then."

"Even if you steal my sacred body, you won't be of any use."

With a thud, Chen Ming collapsed to the ground, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

He was dealt a heavy blow and showed an expression of utter despair.

Chen Yue said in a deep voice, "The Holy Body should be returned."

Hearing this, Chen Ming remained expressionless, seemingly accepting reality.

Having understood Chen Yue's intentions, Chen Zhaowu could no longer sit still.

No matter what, Chen Ming is his own son, and he can't just stand by and watch him go to his death.

"Chen Yue, stop right there!"

Gu Jun shouted, "Insolence!"

Old Sun and Old Wu responded and pressed Chen Zhaowu firmly into his seat, rendering him unable to move.

Old Wu said, "Patriarch Chen, let me give you a piece of advice: if you don't behave and anger the Holy Son again, don't blame us for turning against you without mercy."

Chen Zhaowu wouldn't listen to a word. All he knew was that Chen Yue on the martial arts stage was determined to kill his son.

Faced with two powerful experts at the half-step Sun Wheel Realm, Chen Zhaowu was so eager to save his son that he completely forgot his fear of the Xuan Yun Holy Land.

"Fellow Daoists, release me at once!"

Gu Jun's face was grim, and he said angrily, "You stubborn fool, Patriarch Chen has repeatedly challenged my bottom line."

"Since you don't give me any face, then I have no reason to give you any face either!"

"Old Sun, Old Wu, if Patriarch Chen makes any further moves, I, the Holy Son, will hold you two accountable!"

"Understood, Holy Son!" the two quickly replied.

Seeing the Holy Son get angry, Old Sun and Old Wu dared not joke around anymore, and their expressions became extremely serious.

As half-step Sun Wheel Realm experts, Lao Sun and Lao Wu enjoyed extremely high prestige in the Xuan Yun Holy Land.

However, both of them knew clearly that there were two people in the Xuan Yun Holy Land who absolutely could not be provoked.

One is the current Holy Lord of Xuanyun Holy Land, Xuanyun Daoist, who is at the half-step King Realm.

The other one is Gu Jun, the Holy Son of Xuan Yun, who is right in front of us. Don't be fooled by his usual carefree and silly appearance.

But once he gets really angry, everyone except Master Xuanyun is afraid of him.

The two couldn't understand why the boy named Chen Yue on the stage was so highly regarded by the Holy Son.

Not only did they travel all the way from Xuanyun Holy Land to Jiangcheng to watch the Chen family's grand competition.

They were also on-site maintaining order and preventing anyone from interfering with the match.

Is this the Holy Son's simple and unpretentious friendship?

The two stopped thinking about it and, in order to prevent Chen Zhaowu from interfering with the competition on stage, had no choice but to temporarily seal his Spirit Mansion Realm cultivation.

Because the difference in cultivation level between Lao Sun and Lao Wu was not particularly large compared to Chen Zhaowu.

Therefore, it can only be sealed for about ten minutes; it cannot be done any longer.