Chapter 134: Chapter 104: Innate, Nothing More Than This

The cold sneer on Chen Sheng’s lips grew more pronounced. ’How could he possibly let such a perfect opportunity slip by?’

In an instant, the Cold-Intimidating Treasure Saber flew from its sheath. An eerie light swirled around the blade as it let out a faint hum.

Only now, having stepped into the Innate Realm, could Chen Sheng truly unleash the full power of this Treasure Soldier.

With a single slash, a bone-chilling cold glint mixed with a brilliant golden Sword Qi, which exploded to over ten feet in length. Like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens, it carried a terrifying aura capable of sundering rivers as it cleaved straight toward Yu Qiantong, who was still flying backward through the air.

BOOM—!!!

The Sword Qi and the Protective True Qi collided violently, instantly erupting with a world-shaking bang.

Yu Qiantong felt as if he had been struck by a bolt of golden lightning. His Protective True Qi vibrated violently, on the verge of collapse.

The sharp Sword Qi that had invaded his body ravaged him from within, making him feel as if his meridians and organs were being shredded. He could no longer control his body and plummeted toward the river’s surface like a bird with a broken wing.

Chen Sheng was not one to show mercy to a beaten foe. He knew well the principle of striking a fatal blow while an enemy was down and refused to give his opponent any chance to catch their breath and regroup. He immediately lunged in for another attack.

But as an Innate master, Yu Qiantong was no easy foe.

Gritting his teeth against the heart-rending agony, he suddenly flicked his wide sleeve mid-fall.

SWISH SWISH SWISH—!

Over a dozen Poisoned Flying Needles, each as fine as a hair and glowing with a faint blue light, shot out like a sudden squall toward the pursuing Chen Sheng. These were his life-saving hidden weapons, incomparably insidious and capable of piercing even Innate Body-Protecting True Qi.

"Pathetic tricks. You dare show off in front of a true master!"

Chen Sheng snorted coldly, his face full of disdain.

He couldn’t even be bothered to dodge. With a mere thought, the illusory Golden Bell around him solidified once more, shielding him completely.

CLINK CLINK CLINK...

After a crisp sound, like a dense patter of rain, all the Poisoned Flying Needles had been blocked by the Golden Bell. They fell powerlessly into the river below, not leaving so much as a scratch.

Yet Chen Sheng’s speed was not affected in the slightest. Like a golden meteor tearing through the air, he instantly caught up to Yu Qiantong. Hovering above him, he unleashed his second slash—one he had been charging for some time—which descended with even more terrifying might.

A look of despair and horror finally appeared in Yu Qiantong’s eyes.

He desperately mobilized the last remnants of Innate True Qi in his body and thrust a short sword—a Treasure Soldier he kept concealed on his person—up in a desperate block.

CLANG—BANG!!

Saber and sword clashed again, letting out a piercing shriek.

Yu Qiantong felt an irresistible force travel up the blade. The webbing between his thumb and forefinger instantly split open, and the short sword was nearly knocked from his grasp.

The overwhelming force accelerated his descent, and he slammed into the Qinglin River like a cannonball, sending a towering pillar of water into the sky.

Chen Sheng stood poised in mid-air, his eyes icy. Without the slightest hesitation, the golden True Qi around him flared once more. He transformed into a streak of golden light and followed Yu Qiantong’s trajectory, plunging headfirst into the churning river.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

For the next few moments, the people on both boats could only stare, dumbfounded, at the churning river surface below.

They watched as flashes of azure and gold light intertwined and clashed violently in the murky water. A series of dull, thunderous rumbles echoed up from the riverbed, causing the hulls of the ships to tremble slightly.

The entire section of the river seemed to have turned into a boiling cauldron. Turbid waves surged and steam filled the air, as if two Flood Dragons were locked in a fight to the death beneath the surface.

Yang Yi subconsciously swallowed, feeling as if he were in a dream.

’He never would have imagined... Chen Sheng... had already stepped into the Innate Realm without anyone knowing. No wonder he was so fearless. And looking at Li Huai Sheng, Yan Ming, and the others—they looked nervous, but not surprised. It seemed he was the only one who had been kept in the dark.’

"Clan Leader Yang."

Yan Ming grinned, his smile full of mischief. "What was it... you were trying to advise the Commander about, again?"

Yang Yi’s old face flushed red. He was so embarrassed he wished he could find a hole to crawl into, and he stammered:

"I... I was trying to advise Commander Chen... to avoid a direct confrontation... and plan for the long term..."

Xu Shenzhi couldn’t help but chuckle at his words, then snorted coldly and said:

"Clan Leader Yang, you underestimate Commander Chen far too much."

The very instant Xu Shenzhi’s voice fell—

RUMBLE—!!!

A massive pillar of water, dozens of feet in diameter, suddenly erupted from the center of the Qinglin River as if a great dragon were roaring from below. It shot more than a hundred feet into the air, and within it, two figures could be seen locked in a desperate struggle.

When the shower of water came SPLASHING down, the scene on the river was finally revealed to all.

The Golden Light around Chen Sheng had dimmed slightly. His robes billowed in the river wind. One of his arms, like an iron pincer, was clamped tightly around Yu Qiantong’s neck, holding him high in the air.

As for Yu Qiantong, the once-unbeatable and arrogant Innate master in the azure robe, he was now a wreck. His clothes were shredded, his body was covered in wounds, and blood trickled from his nose and mouth. His eyes had lost their focus, his aura was utterly depleted, and he looked like a dying stray dog.

Everything around them seemed to fall silent, leaving only the sound of the rushing water.

Chen Sheng’s expression was impassive. He lowered his head slightly to look down at the barely breathing dwarf in his grasp, and the corner of his mouth slowly curled into a contemptuous, icy smirk.

"Innate, heh... so this is all it amounts to."

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