Chapter 40: The Number of the Earthly Branches, Yi Chen!
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Shang Luo did not expect Yi Chen's speed to be so fast, and for a moment he was unable to react.
"Heavenly Thunder Palm, Second Strike!" Yi Chen showed no mercy, his right palm gathering soul energy, carrying the force of a thousand pounds as he slapped it towards Shang Luo's back.
"A trivial skill." Shang Luo snorted coldly, his legs wrapped in gray soul energy, and he turned to scan Yi Chen, still shouting: "Silver Light Leg!"
"Peng." The two collided, but the result was beyond Shang Luo's expectations, and it was he who was knocked back.
"What's going on? His attack power is twice as strong as it was just now." Shang Luo stabilized his figure and looked at Yi Chen with a shocked gaze.
"Surrender and admit defeat, or I'll never let you go." Yi Chen said in a calm tone. Now his combat power had doubled, and his speed was even faster!
"It's just a slight increase in combat power, don't think you're invincible just because of this."
The shock on his face subsided, and a strong gust of wind stirred around Shang Luo's body, a surge of extremely powerful soul power fluctuations spreading out in all directions.
A visible surge of soul power seeped out from Shang Luo's body and condensed between his hands, with energy constantly churning.
"What a strong fluctuation."
Yi Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and a serious expression flashed across his face. He didn't dare to slack off, and with both hands, he drew out an opening move, similarly mobilizing his soul power.
"Little one, being able to die at the hands of Shang Luo is your honor."
Shang Luo's face turned ruthless, and then his body soared into the air like a giant Peng bird. A gray light burst out from his right arm, shining brightly like a small sun.
"Fourth-Rank Lower-Class Soul Skill—Radiant Day Fist!" Along with a furious roar, Shang Luo's hands, carrying an aura of terror, struck towards Yi Chen.
"Fourth-rate intermediate soul technique - Heavenly Thunder Palm, third form." Without a hint of fear, Yi Chen's face was calm and collected, his arm slightly retracted, before striking out with a muffled thunder-like sound towards Shang Luo.
"Boom." A terrifying muffled sound rose in the air, a visible ripple spreading out in all directions, directly flattening the houses on both sides.
"Pffft." Suddenly, Shang Luo spat out a mouthful of blood and his body flew backwards like a kite with its string cut off, heavily crashing onto the ground.
Yi Chen remained in his original posture, standing quietly on the spot, until he withdrew his palm, a thread of fresh blood oozed out from the corner of his mouth.
"My goodness, isn't that Di Zihao from Shangluo? How did he lose? Who is that little devil and how can he have such strong power?"
The fierce battle on this side attracted a lot of attention, and many dead prisoners cast shocked glances over.
"How could this be? How is it possible that I actually lost?"
Every part of his body was in severe pain. Shang Luo had not yet reacted, and he really wanted to know how the little ghost's strength could increase so quickly.
"It's nothing much." Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Yi Chen walked up with a cold expression and came to Shang Luo's side.
"What do you want to do?" Shang Luo was unable to move at this moment, completely like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. A look of panic flashed across his face.
"What I want to do is send you to the Western Heaven." As soon as he spat out these words, Yi Chen threw a punch at Shang Luo's head.
"Boom." At this time, Shang Luo had no power to fight back, his head was heavily smashed into the mud by Yi Chen, completely losing all signs of life.
"What a ruthless and cruel method." The dead prisoners watching from the surroundings saw this scene, feeling a chill rising up their backs, with a hint of reverence flashing in their eyes.
In a world where the strong are revered, only strength can make people surrender. Yi Chen's eyes turned cold as he reached out and tore off the number 99 from Shang Luo's armor, replacing it with his own.
"Directly entering the land of idioms, it also saves the trouble of choosing."
Yi Chen is a 10,000th rank. Following the normal procedure, to get to the first rank, he would need to fight over 9,000 more matches, which would consume an enormous amount of energy and time.
"Grandfather and father were young and came to experience the best results, also known as the land number. It seems that the heavenly number is still quite challenging." Yi Chen's face did not show joy, his goal was not just the land number, but the heavenly number!
"There were actually over a hundred one-star Soul Spirit Stones." Without thinking much, Yi Chen searched through Shang Luo's body for a while and found over a hundred Soul Spirit Stones.
"Over a hundred Soul Stones are still far from enough to advance to the Celestial Soul Realm."
His eyebrows slightly furrowed, Yi Chen decided to seize a few more, and after putting the Soul Spirit Stone into his storage ring, he began to take action.
The first time they robbed, Yi Chen discovered that the land number was really useful and didn't need to take action themselves. When they saw the land number, they would obediently hand over the soul spirit stone.
"That little devil is actually a first-rank prisoner, my god, he should be the youngest first-rank prisoner here!" Many of the dead prisoners who were robbed by Yi Chen all exclaimed this shocking sentence.
"With 500 one-star Soul Spirit Stones in hand, absorbing them all should allow me to advance to the Zhen Soul Realm."
Ignoring the many eyes on him, Yi Chen said those words with satisfaction and turned to head towards his residence.
"Huh? Isn't that Fifth Elder? How did he end up back here?" Just as they had walked out a short distance, Yi Chen suddenly spotted a familiar figure.
An old man, escorted by more than a dozen soldiers, swaggered into the depths of the death camp. The surrounding dead prisoners looked at the old man with reverent eyes, who was none other than the fifth elder of the Yi family.
Ordinary elders would not come to such a place, and the arrival of the five elders caught Yi Chen's attention, raising doubts in his mind.
"Never mind, nothing will probably happen."
He shook his head slightly and didn't go to investigate, turning around and leaving directly instead.
"Peng." Just as he had walked out a short distance, a figure suddenly flew out of the house in the distance and smashed onto the ground.
"Hmph." Immediately, another figure rushed out, holding a sharp small knife, viciously stabbing the fallen figure, cleanly and efficiently ending their life.
"Number 600." The figure that rushed out tore off his opponent's number and spoke in a tone devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
"Really?" Seeing that figure, Yi Chen widened his eyes, because the other person's age was not much older, probably about the same as him.
"What's with the number?" The young man seemed to sense Yi Chen's gaze, turned his head and looked over here. When he saw the number on Yi Chen's chest, a fierce expression appeared on his face.
"What a strong murderous intent." The opponent's gaze was extremely sharp, and Yi Chen's face showed surprise.
From a sensory point of view, the cultivation of the opposite is only in the high stage of Yang Soul Realm, but the killing intent released makes people feel hair standing on end.
"You will soon become my prey." The young man said such a sentence, then left without looking back, leaving a lonely figure.
"What a arrogant little kid." Yi Chen was somewhat stunned, the other's attitude was indeed too arrogant.
"It's just a Yang Soul Realm." He withdrew his gaze, and Yi Chen shrugged slightly as he walked towards his residence.
"Now that the Soul Essence Stones have been collected, it should be enough to break through to the Chen Soul Realm. What's needed now is to solidify one's own cultivation."
After returning to the room, Yi Chen touched the ring on his hand and said these words.
