All Chapters of Destroyer of the Dao: Chapter 1231
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The commander's shout was full of anger, realizing that his stupid subordinates had almost dragged him into big trouble with the clan's guest of honor. He saw the jade token still clutched in the severed hand of one of the guards. The five people were now very terrified. Their physical pain was not comparable to the psychological terror they felt. He thought his commander released the murderous aura because he was angry at Jhi Chen, but it turned out they were wrong. His commander was angry at them. Their world collapsed instantly, realizing that they had chosen the wrong opponent. The guard commander turned his gaze to Jhi Chen. He cupped his hands while bowing. His attitude changed 180 degrees, from an arrogant ruler to a subordinate asking for mercy. Cold sweat ran down his temples, afraid of offending the young monster before him. "Patriarch Jhi, forgive my subordinates' stupidity and forgive me too for not immediately welcoming Patriarch Jhi. To apologize for my
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Jhi Chen did not reject the good intentions of the guard commander. He was aware, even though his strength had increased rapidly, if he wanted to fly, it could take years. Physical distance in the God Realm was vast, surpassing the logic of mortal world geography. Because the Xia Clan's territory was too vast, it was wider than the territories of dozens of second-class powers combined. Even with the speed of light, manual travel would take an inefficient amount of time. Before he entered the formation, Jhi Chen turned to the Guard Commander. "Elder, what is your name?" "Patriarch Jhi, I am Xia Hong." "Elder, you seem to want to break through, but lack the resources that can give you more understanding. This is a Whulong Pill. This can clear the mind and make the Elder's understanding increase. Do not refuse, consider this a gift from me!" Jhi Chen gave three Whulong Pills that shone with an aura of enlightenment. The pills floated toward Xia Hong, leaving a trail of medicina
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The disciples gossiped with each other. Heated debates happened in every corner. Discussions about Jhi Chen's worthiness and courage dominated the topics of conversation throughout the practice grounds. Many male disciples were in awe of Jhi Chen's achievements. They saw a figure who managed to break age and status barriers. There were also those who looked down on him, jealous of achievements they could not possibly reach. Their egos were bruised seeing someone younger hold a position far above them. Even being a second-class power, the rank remained the same, it was below them. For a first-class clan, second-class remained subordinates. That mentality of superiority was deep-seated in every member of the Xia Clan. As for the female disciples, they were already debating each other. Their eyes sparkled, fixed on the white-robed figure walking with dignity. They compared Jhi Chen with other clan idols. They wanted to get close to Jhi Chen. Because a man like him, that was
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There were more than five thousand Sacred Protector Elders who had the cultivation of the fifteenth rank of Divine Heavenly Immortal God. That number alone was enough to flatten a small galaxy. Their presence solidified the space inside the hall to saturation point. Not to mention the fourteenth and thirteenth ranks, those were uncounted. They filled the back rows, becoming the supporting pillars of the clan. Everyone stared at Jhi Chen. Thousands of pairs of eyes from high-level experts were fixed on one point, creating mental pressure capable of collapsing the mental state of ordinary cultivators. The atmosphere in the room was silent, yet full of dangerous undercurrents. They looked at him like looking at a very rare antique. Curiosity, admiration, and skepticism mixed in their gazes, trying to strip the secrets of the youth before them. Their eyes sparkled when they saw him. Jhi Chen hurriedly cupped his hands. He did not let arrogance take over him in front of the sen
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Jhi Chen could feel this formation had an ancient aura. Its rune structure was complex and primitive, containing a depth lost in modern times. The energy pattern flowed like a river of time, connecting the past with the present. Perhaps this formation was a relic of ancient times because for modern cultivators, none had reached that level in formation techniques. This spiritual technology was one of the foundations that kept the Xia Clan at the peak of power. With a formation like this, it was fitting that it could be seen by billions of people in the ninth Galaxy. This was the largest stage Jhi Chen had ever stepped on. Every move and word of his had now become public consumption for the entire galaxy. The Head of Sacred Protection floated in the air. His voice was amplified by divine energy, reaching every ear in the galaxy. The echo of his voice resonated with the formation, creating a clear and authoritative audio effect. He looked in every direction. "Today is the even
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Jhi Chen was already standing in the arena. He stood tall like a spear striking the sky. The wind in the arena swirled around him, yet was unable to move a single strand of his solid hair. He found an old man with a cultivation of the tenth rank of Divine Heavenly Immortal God coming toward him. The old man had a long scar across his face, adding a fierce impression to his appearance. The scar radiated remnants of the destruction law that had not faded for thousands of years. The spectators who saw that many of them whispered to each other. The tension increased drastically among the crowd. They knew this was no longer just a formality, but a real fight of life and death. "This Jhi Chen is unlucky. He not only has more challengers, but the first person to challenge is the Hun Clan Patriarch. He is a very cruel person." "Yes, he is a person who managed to massacre various third-class powers when he was young, so his reputation for cruelty has been famous since he was young."
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Skeptical comments echoed in the stands. Those whispers doubted Jhi Chen's sanity for daring to face an old monster with a dismissive attitude. But when Hun Goxiang kicked, people's mouths opened wide. The kick carried destructive power capable of splitting an ocean. The air compressed in front of Hun Goxiang's leg, creating a deadly wind projectile before physical contact occurred. Jhi Chen only blocked it with one finger. His index finger was coated with highly dense divine energy, shining with a stable golden light. The small index finger managed to hold the large leg that had extraordinary explosive power. The visual contrast defied the laws of physics; like a needle holding a sledgehammer without bending. The shockwave from the impact spread throughout the arena, but Jhi Chen did not move a single millimeter. The kinetic energy of the attack was completely neutralized at his fingertip, absorbed and dissipated into the vacuum. Hun Goxiang began to change his
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"Yes, he obtained the Desert God heritage when he was young. With this skill he managed to carve his name in the ninth Galaxy!" Hun Goxiang's reputation was built on piles of corpses buried by this sand. This technique was an ace card that had saved him from life-and-death situations many times. Everyone wanted to see how Jhi Chen faced the Desert God Body which had terrifying explosive power. Gravitational pressure around the arena increased drastically due to the presence of the giant avatar. While everyone admired Hun Goxiang's skill, Jhi Chen had already disappeared and then appeared near the head of the Desert God Dharma Body. He moved through space, ignoring the sandstorm trying to block him. A small body almost like an ant standing before an elephant's head. The scale difference was very striking, yet Jhi Chen's aura of existence did not diminish in the slightest. He hovered in front of the giant sand face with a dismissive gaze. But even so, Jhi Chen still
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Laomo immediately increased his realm and directly attacked Jhi Chen without saying anything. He was the type of pragmatic fighter who did not waste time with words, directly aiming for vital points to kill. A black dagger appeared in his hand, coated with corrosive poison capable of melting god bones. BANG!! A collision of energy happened instantly, creating a blinding flash of light. Jhi Chen held the attack with his bare hands, creating sparks as his skin rubbed against the divine weapon. Ripples immediately raged. Waves of wild energy swept the arena surface, destroying the outermost layer of star stone. Stone debris flew, becoming deadly projectiles inside the protective dome. Fortunately that place had a protective formation so ripples did not leak out and did not endanger the spectators. Everyone stared at the martial arena. They narrowed their eyes, trying to penetrate the curtain of dust and chaotic energy. Their soul sensors were blocked by the dense
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Their faces remained flat, the mask of a leader's calmness that must not appear shaky. They held their expressions, maintaining public dignity. Their eyes narrowed, analyzing every move of Jhi Chen to look for weaknesses. They still looked calm. That calmness might be genuine because of their higher power, or fake to cover doubt. Anyway, they were veterans who had faced thousands of life-and-death battles. They were the heads of each power, who wouldn't have pride in their own strength? Confidence in the clan's heritage techniques and artifacts became their last mental fortress. Especially the Patriarch from the Ye Clan, he instead looked at Jhi Chen with disdain. Arrogance blinded his eyes to the reality of the opponent's strength. He refused to admit that a junior could surpass his life's achievements. "Only facing a boy, even you almost died with one kick. Luyuntang Sect indeed is just a bunch of useless trash!" mocked Patriarch Ye. The Head of Sacred Protec