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

But when she turned her head, she saw Chen Yue's calm demeanor.

I'm really curious how Chen Yue can maintain such a good mindset.

Has he seen through life and death, or is he simply not afraid at all?

The aura emanating from the golden palm in the sky filled both Old Sun and Old Wu with fear.

Logically speaking, Chen Yue's reaction should have been exactly the same as Gu Jun's.

After thinking about it carefully, Chen Yue's reaction hadn't changed much from the beginning.

Whether it was the sudden appearance of the Nine-Tailed Fiery Phoenix or the oppressive aura released by Elder Weng, who was at the seventh level of the Sun Wheel Realm, it was all due to the power of the Nine-Tailed Fiery Phoenix.

Even when Feng Lingxi took out the marriage contract that their parents had arranged for them years ago and publicly announced the annulment of the engagement, it was still a problem.

Chen Yue's reaction remained consistently calm, as if he had known about these things all along.

They treated Elder Weng and Feng Lingxi, both from the Yunxuan Sect.

Chen Yue's attitude towards the two remained consistent; he would refute anything they said and showed no leniency.

As Old Sun recalled these events, a startling idea suddenly popped into his head.

He whispered to Lao Wu, "You think Chen Yue was able to remain so calm in front of Elder Weng? Did my elder brother leave him some kind of trump card before he passed away?"

"Could it be an ancient magical artifact that could easily neutralize Elder Weng's attack?"

The moment he uttered this idea, Lao Wu looked at Lao Sun with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

To him, Lao Sun's idea was nothing short of a pipe dream.

"If my elder brother could have kept such a treasure, he would have used it when he escaped from the secret realm back then."

"Otherwise, he wouldn't have been seriously injured and on the verge of death. He would have died from his injuries not long after returning to the Chen family in Jiangcheng."

"Old Sun, I always thought you were smarter than me."

"Now it seems I was overthinking it."

After listening to Lao Wu's opinion, Lao Sun still felt that what he said made more sense.

The way she looked at him made her feel a little awkward.

He couldn't understand where Chen Yue's composure came from, since his elder brother hadn't left behind any ancient magical artifacts.

Old Sun voiced his doubts again, "Old Wu, why is Chen Yue's nephew so calm in such a crisis?"

Old Wu answered quickly, without even thinking.

"That's simple. Nephew Chen Yue never intended to survive under Old Man Weng's watch."

A simple answer made Old Sun realize the truth.

"So that's how it is! Old Wu, you're so smart!"

"If Chen Yue's nephew doesn't want to live anymore, our chances of survival are also very slim."

"Great, we're doomed!"

After discussing it for a long time, the two finally came up with a dead end.

The golden palm remained suspended in the sky, hesitant to descend.

Old Man Weng was testing the waters, trying to see if the mysterious expert hiding in the shadows would make a move.

The golden palm remained suspended in the sky for several breaths without making a sound.

The seven sun discs remained intact in their respective positions, and the source force walls they formed were also undamaged.

Even the deadly golden hand that appeared in the sky did not disintegrate.

This made Mr. Weng wonder if his judgment was wrong.

Perhaps that mysterious expert has already left the Chen family's martial arts arena.

Or perhaps, there was no such powerful figure at all, and the range of the pressure exerted was too large, affecting too many people.

The pressure dissipated because I couldn't control it for a moment.

Feng Lingxi stood aside, seeing that her master was hesitant to make a move. She was about to ask him why, but after thinking about it, she stopped herself.

The master must have his own reasons for doing this.

Emperor Qingxuan stood on the void, leisurely strolling on his golden palm.

If lives are in danger, Qingxuan will take immediate action. This golden palm looks intimidating, but it's actually just a paper tiger.

It might scare others, but Qingxuan could tell from the aura that this attack would only harm those below the early stage of the Sun Wheel realm.

For him, an attack could be neutralized with a breath.

Although Emperor Qingxuan was in a soul state at this time and had no physical body.

Furthermore, due to the Great Emperor System, outsiders cannot even see Qingxuan in his soul form.

Only Chen Yue, as the disciple, could see the existence of the Qingxuan Emperor.

But this did not prevent him from mobilizing his source power to attack everything.

Unfortunately, his cultivation level declined, and after losing his physical body, he only had the cultivation level of a Saint Realm cultivator, and could no longer reach the peak state he had ten thousand years ago.

The fact that his cultivation level was no longer at the Great Emperor realm meant that Qingxuan's alchemy skills could no longer reach the level he had in his previous life.

Neither of the two Rank 6 pills refined for Chen Yue could easily reach the Transcendent Realm.

This was undoubtedly a fatal blow to an Emperor-level alchemist.

Suddenly, the golden hand slammed down.

The sudden scene startled everyone present, causing them to scream repeatedly.

Trapped in the Chen family's martial arts arena by the Seven Sun Wheels, they had absolutely no chance of escaping.

As the golden hand descends, they will be powerless to resist and will face the inevitable tragic end.

Halfway down, the golden palm suddenly stopped in mid-air.

As they drew closer, the dazzling golden light blinded them.

Qingxuan watched silently as the golden hand beneath his feet fell, but he still did not take any action.

As expected, the descent was less than 100 meters before it came to a standstill again.

You want me to make a move?

"I want to see how long you can endure."

Qingxuan looked down at the white-haired old man below, a playful smile appearing on his face.

Old Weng was covered in sweat; the decision he had just made required immense resolve.

Fortunately, nothing happened, and the mysterious expert did not reappear.

"Could it be that I'm overthinking things?" Old Weng murmured to himself.

There was always an invisible pressure that made him feel uneasy.

Old Weng looked up at the sky but saw nothing.

But for some reason, his intuition told him that there was a pair of eyes in the sky, silently watching his every move.

Old Weng stood there, deep in thought, taking a long time to consider each step he took.

If any situation becomes unfavorable to him, Mr. Weng will retreat without hesitation and will not have any desire to continue fighting.

Chen Yue couldn't help but complain, "Senior Weng, when are you planning to deliver this slap?"

"Could you let me know when you're done? I'd like to go home and get some sleep first."

"After all, I just finished a big competition and didn't have time to play with you here."

Gu Jun reacted quickly, covering Chen Yue's mouth, afraid that he would say another word.

Compared to Chen Yue, Gu Jun was far too timid.

When dealing with this Elder Weng, Gu Jun had to consider both his strength at the seventh level of the Sun Wheel Realm and the relationship between the Xuan Yun Holy Land and the Yun Xuan Sect.

Therefore, Gu Jun was very polite to Old Man Weng on the surface, and only dared to say a few bad things in his heart.

He wouldn't dare say it to my face, not even if he had a hundred lives.

If this were to reach Xuan Yun Daoist's ears, Xuan Yun Daoist would teach him a lesson without Elder Weng even lifting a finger.

But Chen Yue was like a madman, every word he uttered seemed to be deliberately meant to provoke Old Man Weng, showing absolutely no respect.

Could it be that they're too slow to die?