Semua Bab Dawn of the Gods: Bab 421 - Bab 430

Xiao Chen groaned, his gaze lowering to see blood flowing unstamped from where Li Muxue's hand was planted into him. He managed a weak smile and made no attempt to strike nor push away the Desecrated Li Muxue. Gasps and cries of shock chorused from behind him. But no one else was more startled by Luo Shangyan and her companions. Yu Yifeng was lurching with distress and anxiety, but he did not dare come closer. "Lil Chen! Come back here!" He cried. If Xiao Chen had heard him, he made no sign of it. He merely raised a head to look at everyone around him; the frightened eyes of the now-daunted invaders, the concerned and worried looks from his companions of the Jade Qing Sect, but he did nothing. He did not make any move to defend himself nor did he channel any of his spiritual powers, afraid that he might in turn injure Li Muxue. Whoever she was, Hua Weiyang or Li Muxue, he would never be able to raise a finger against her. With a stare so blank and lost th

There was scarcely anyone who was not gripped by the fear sown by witnessing the terrible fight between Xiao Chen and the former High Chieftain. But no one believed at any rate that he would emerge victorious; the evil auras radiating from the twelve Corpse Puppets were just too strong. Too strong beyond the belief that anyone would be able to defeat them. Hanging a few yards above the ground, Xiao Chen's hairs flailed violently with the high winds reaching down to flay at his face. His anger and hatred were what fueled him now, keeping his veins coursing with adrenaline and frenzy as he continued to fight against the ancient Corpse Puppet. His enemy's black-onyx eyes glimmered with malice as it sent a tacit command to its comrades and they moved as one, lunging in unison at Xiao Chen. Twelve magic bolts they sent at Xiao Chen; the magical energy projectiles fused as one and slammed into Xiao Chen and he fell backward, groaning at the pain he felt in his chest where he

They walked towards where the sounds were coming from. With each step, the voices could not be more clearer as they drew nearer. The younger voice spoke again, "But this magical field has been here for thousands of years... I'm afraid... Wait, Teacher! There's somebody!" As they came closer, Xiao Chen saw not far away two men, one with white hair and beard that reached down his shoulders, clad in robes of green while another, a tall and fair-looking young man. From the looks of it, they have both suffered burns with charred spots and blackened patches sprinkled all around their clothes. "What have we here! Master Liku! Of all places, I do not expect to meet you here!" Zi Mo barked jeeringly. The elderly man turned, the tails of his teal robes rippling as he spun so quickly with surprise. He looked intently, but for a brief few seconds he could not quite recognize us, although he could feel that the powers of the newcomers were nowhere below

The forces of the Orthodox Path had been divided into three with Fenglan, Zi Mo and Qingfeng led one of the detachments towards the center of the Ridge where the fighting was the fiercest. Xiao Chen was attacking from the air with the Sword of the Vermilion Bird, sending jets of flames wherever he could with the versatility of the sword's attacks, with Qingluan and Ziyun'er guarding his rear. The battle had barely begun and the defenders of the Sect were beaten back with countless of their Corpse Puppets destroyed or torched and just as many acolytes and disciples dead or wounded. The Great Immortal beheld the catastrophe now befalling the stronghold of his order with a pained grimace on his face. He bit the tip of his lips and spit some Essence Blood on his palm, using it to cast some strange spells. Strange, unnatural winds began to blow and innumerable wraiths materialized, dashing towards Xiao Chen, deflecting the bolts and jets of fire that he cast.

"W-what the... IMPOSSIBLE!" From all quarters, the forces of the Orthodox Path or the Corpse Refinery Sect alike, breathes were drawn and shocked and surprised gasps could be heard rising like the rustling a storm. The Xiao Chen who was dead is now standing again! What was more, the wounds on him were healing at a visible and yet unbelievable rate! No one could ever believe their eyes at what was happening. Everyone was astonished; Zuoqiu Yang, Xiaoyue, and the others, especially Xiaoyue. The color of her face seemed to have utterly drained as she felt herself convulsing violently as if she had witnessed her greatest fear coming true... "Junior Brother!" Luo Shangyan screamed, surprised, and exuberant. Beads of tears still hung from the ends of her eyelashes. Yu Yifeng was wearing a bewildered look, flustered beyond words. Xiao Chen got up and walked past them, gently giving them a push to his back, "Stay back." Yu Yifeng recov