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Chapter 127
Chapter 127
"Why Can You Still Speak?"
In the blink of an eye.
As the Fire Pincers descended in a flash, Huang Haoran barely had time to react, hastily conjuring a mystic light to shield himself.
But his defense proved useless.
The Fire Pincers sliced through his mystic light like a phantom, grazing his cheek before plunging into his mouth.
With a sharp tug, it seemed to rip his tongue away.
Huang Haoran instinctively touched his mouth, feeling immense relief—his tongue remained intact.
He reflexively began reciting incantations to counterattack, only realizing too late that he couldn't utter a sound.
Not a problem, he thought. If he couldn't chant aloud, he'd simply focus on silent cultivation.
But then, panic surged through him.
Even his mental recitation had been silenced!
In other words, nearly all his techniques were now useless.
In this moment, he finally understood the true terror of the Yellow Spring Path's Demon Cultivation Techniques.
No wonder Song Fengbo, a Foundation Building Sixth Layer cultivator, had perished without resistance—the art's overwhelming power was beyond comprehension.
Desperate, he grabbed two defensive talismans from his chest, hoping to buy time.
Ding Silei, having completed his tongue-removing secret technique, charged forward with his flying sword raised.
Huang Haoran activated the talismans, summoning golden light to shield Xiao Chen while stepping protectively in front.
As the senior cultivator, it was his duty to shield his junior.
But faster than his movement was a tasseled brocade handkerchief.
The silk unfurled midair, expanding into a barrier before them.
Confusion flickered in Huang Haoran's eyes. Before he could turn, a steady voice rang out.
"Seven Star Sword Technique—Tianquan!"
Simultaneously, a mighty sword beam slashed past the handkerchief's edge, cleaving toward Ding Silei.
What?
The sudden strike stunned both Huang Haoran and Ding Silei.
Neither expected Xiao Chen to still be capable of speech.
Ding Silei, facing the unexpected assault, froze in terror, his eyes wide as if witnessing a ghost.
Since mastering the Yellow Spring Demon Cultivation Techniques, he'd encountered countless countermeasures—but all required first breaking his technique.
Yet now, the Yellow Spring Sovereign's phantom still loomed overhead, but Xiao Chen stood unaffected, unleashing sword arts as if nothing had happened.
For a moment, Ding Silei questioned his sanity.
By the time he reacted, the sword beam struck his high-grade Magic Robe head-on. He flew backward, spitting a mouthful of blood.
Wiping his lips, he glanced upward—the Sovereign's phantom remained unchanged.
Then forward.
Huang Haoran stood bewildered, his mouth opening soundlessly.
Only Xiao Chen remained calm, offering Huang Haoran a reassuring smile before advancing on Ding Silei.
"Are you the one who killed Senior Brother Song at the mountain entrance?"
Ding Silei staggered upright. "You are guilty! By the name of the Yellow Spring Sovereign, I sentence you to the Tongue-Plucking Hell!"
As he spoke, another Fire Pincers materialized, snatching Xiao Chen's tongue.
This time, Ding Silei watched closely—this strike should've landed.
He lunged again, sword raised.
But then—Xiao Chen spoke.
"Seven Star Sword Technique—Tianji!"
The sword pierced through his already damaged robe, impaling him against the cliffside.
"Why can you still speak?!"
Ding Silei's eyes bulged as he stared at the fading phantom.
Even in death, he couldn't accept that his Demon Cultivation Techniques had utterly failed.
As his corpse slumped, the Sovereign's phantom vanished, as if it had never existed.
Huang Haoran suddenly felt his voice return—but found himself speechless.
Ding Silei's confusion paled compared to his own.
He'd personally experienced the technique's power, silenced completely.
Yet Xiao Chen had shown no signs of weakness.
At first, he'd wondered if Ding Silei's ability was limited, only affecting one target at a time.
But he'd watched the Fire Pincers strike twice, watched Xiao Chen calmly chant sword techniques.
Now, Huang Haoran questioned everything.
Could this Demon Cultivation Technique actually be weak? Was he simply too inexperienced?
No—the thought vanished instantly.
Song Fengbo, a Sixth Layer Foundation Builder, had died. The technique's power was proven.
But Xiao Chen had somehow countered it.
Huang Haoran noticed something else—during the fight, Xiao Chen's aura had briefly revealed his cultivation stage.
Foundation Building Fourth Stage!
Six months ago, this junior brother had just broken through to Foundation Building. Now he was nearly equal to Huang Haoran himself.
And those two sword techniques—one steady and commanding, the other sudden and unpredictable.
Two strikes, defeating a late-stage Foundation Building cultivator.
Granted, Ding Silei had been careless, failing to defend against the first strike, and was only a Seventh Layer cultivator.
But regardless, the fact remained—Xiao Chen had overcome a higher-stage opponent.
In mere breaths, Huang Haoran's expression shifted four times.
From frantic urgency to helpless confusion, from self-doubt to stunned shock, finally settling into deep admiration.
He stepped forward, clasping his fists in gratitude. "I nearly fell to that villain's trickery. Thank you, Senior Brother Xiao."
His words carried a subtle shift in address.
Xiao Chen waved him off. "We're fellow disciples. It's only natural we protect each other."
Earlier, Huang Haoran had shielded him instinctively, even if the gesture proved futile.
Xiao Chen continued, "I simply happened to cultivate a secret technique that resists Demon Arts. Consider it luck."
Huang Haoran shook his head. "No, Senior Brother Xiao, don't undersell yourself."
"Your display just now far surpassed my abilities."
"I was shameless calling you 'Junior Brother' before. Now that I know your true strength, I must adjust my address accordingly. It's only proper."
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(End of Chapter)
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