Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao-Chapter 651 - 084 This is simply a madman!

"Awesome! Truly awesome!"

"Faster, faster!"

"Ah, my soul is about to fly, I feel like I’m becoming immortal!"

Hou Chen moaned with unparalleled joy.

However, before he could fully enjoy himself, the torturous energy from Wansha Desolate Land suddenly stopped.

"What’s going on, why not add a bit more force? It’s been so long since I felt this good, helping me refine almost one-thousandth of unrefinable Emperor Blood! My strength has greatly increased, I’ve already reached the Sword Void Seventh Transformation Realm, soon I will reach the Perfection, what a pity it wasn’t more forceful!"

Hou Chen muttered to himself, highly dissatisfied.

At that moment, a chilling voice said, "Time’s up for today, get out and from now on, sincerely focus on your cultivation!"

The stern voice echoed all around.

Hou Chen ’oh’ed, thinking to himself stern my ass, I hadn’t had enough fun yet! No way, I need to stir up some trouble and come back here for cultivation, it’s pure enjoyment!

Hou Chen thought to himself.

...

"Whoosh—"

Hou Chen appeared, descending onto the now-recovered Tianjun Main Peak.

His arrival caused a great commotion, drawing some Cultivators to stop and watch.

"What are you looking at, scram quickly and don’t disturb my master and her cultivation."

Hou Chen said arrogantly.

A chill went down the spines of the cultivators, thinking to themselves damn, how did he become even more arrogant? Is it an act? Or was he terribly tortured in the Desolate Land.

"Ha ha ha, Hou Chen, you finally got yours today, I was keeping an eye on your miserable state all day."

Pang Wanchuan, once again dressed in white and back at his peak condition, flew over, with continuous cold laughter.

"Tsks tsk, I must say, grandpa has always been lucky. Ah, you’re here, saves me the trouble of looking for you, let me treat you to a big meal!"

Hou Chen grinned, revealing his white teeth.

This smile terrified many Cultivators so much that when they heard ’big meal,’ their faces turned pale, and they instinctively retreated endlessly.

Pang Wanchuan jumped in fright, his eyes filled with uncertainty, yet he forced himself to calm down, thinking Hou Chen’s words were exaggerated, believing that after being tortured, Hou Chen wouldn’t dare act recklessly again.

But Hou Chen directly augmented the strand of bloodline he hadn’t refined in the Desolate Land to his combat state, and his combat power crazily surged as though he had taken some drugs.

"Puff—"

From thin air, a punch, and Pang Wanchuan was knocked to his knees!

"Puff—"

Another punch to the abdomen, and Pang Wanchuan began vomiting—since he had nothing else left to throw up.

Following this, Hou Chen began the process of ’adding a meal’ to Pang Wanchuan, who was beaten without any chance to retaliate.

"Hou Chen!!!"

The Saints roared in the Void.

This time, even Saint Yao’s face was black with anger!

Then... the void twisted, and Hou Chen got what he wished for, he was sent back to Wansha Desolate Land and was locked up for three days.

...

Three days quickly passed.

"Eh, that was fast? Only the Sword Void Seven Transformation peak, too slow, still a bit of Emperor Blood unrefined, looks like I need to continue torturing Pang Wanchuan, I wonder if he will give face this time."

Hou Chen muttered to himself.

Afterward, upon coming out, he directly headed to Pang Wanchuan’s mountain peak.

"Pang Wanchuan, come out, grandpa is here to ’add a meal’ for you."

Hou Chen’s voice echoed through Nine Origin Heavenly City.

"Ah—"

Pang Wanchuan hadn’t yet heard, but some cowardly Cultivators were already so frightened their faces turned white.

"Hou Chen, will you ever stop?!"

Pang Wanchuan was infuriated, he roared and turned to flee into the cultivation secret chamber of the Forbidden Land, but was suddenly caught by Hou Chen, who teleported through the void and grabbed him.

Then, another meal was added.

Pang Wanchuan cried without tears, Saint sighed deeply, and then locked Hou Chen in the Forbidden Land for ten days.

Ten days passed quickly.

When Hou Chen came out, he was disappointed to learn that Pang Wanchuan had gone to other Star Domains, beaten to the point where he had neither the face nor the courage to stay.

"Dammit, what a useless trash."

Hou Chen returned from Pang Wanchuan’s Main Peak with his head hung low. Along the way, he glanced around at the other Cultivators.

Every Cultivator seen by Hou Chen trembled and ran away at breakneck speed.

Hou Chen touched his nose, thinking, why run? Grandpa isn’t going to beat you.

As Hou Chen was thinking this, he suddenly stopped because he saw someone.

This person was exceptionally handsome and had Light Wings on his back. Hou Chen remembered, this man had previously spoken ill of his master, something about "Shet" or similar.

"You, come here."

Hou Chen pointed at Shet, and Shet almost peed himself, his body shaking.

"Hou, grand, grandpa, did you call for me?"

Shet, being a flexible man, said this very nervously and respectfully.

"Grandpa your grandpa, do I look that old?" Hou Chen said impatiently.

"Oh, Hou, Hou Xuanzhe, I’m not sure what—"

Shet was about to cry.

"Actually, it’s nothing. I just don’t like the look of you and felt like adding a meal."

Hou Chen said.

Shet was so scared he nearly fainted.

Yet Hou Chen didn’t hesitate at all, and he started hitting him directly.

Although Shet had some strength, he was no match for Hou Chen who had derived his combat body state and had the augmentation of a whiff of Emperor Blood.

He was beaten so badly, it was a tragic sight, and then he deliciously had a big meal.

...

The Saints’ faces all turned dark.

"The Wansha Sacred Land has become his heaven; I knew Zhou Yan was restless, leaving a little tyrant here who we simply cannot handle!"

"Lock him up for a year. He’s too unbridled; with this personality developing, he’s going to wreak havoc in the Nine Origin Heavenly City! Also, some Cultivators are adopting Hou Chen’s style, taking off their pants and urinating wherever they please. What kind of behavior is this? It’s simply outrageous!"

"We must strictly control this and clear the mess! I think we definitely need to lock Hou Chen up for a year! I just hope that aside from Hou Chen, people like Zhou Gucheng won’t make such a ruckus."

"Ah...those people are all exceptionally powerful; I hope they don’t cause trouble. I haven’t had peaceful days of cultivation recently; this little rascal is talented and can instantaneously escape from the Saints’ lockdown. Whoever tries to stop him ends up embarrassed; it’s really torturous."

"Yes, lock him up for a year, so we can also relax a bit. Alas, I wonder how Zhou Yan is doing now."

"What do you think, did he do it on purpose?"

...

A group of Saints couldn’t help but discuss due to the incident with Hou Chen.

Meanwhile, Hou Chen’s notoriety truly peaked, as his ’big meal’ had truly become every Cultivator’s nightmare.

While Pang Wanchuan was sanctioned for provoking Tianjun Main Peak, but Shet was invited to a big meal simply because of the reason ’didn’t like his look’!

It was an exasperating reason, because no one could confidently say they could appeal to Hou Chen’s eyes.

"This must be a madman, a freak!"

"Those associated with Zhou Yan are off-limits early on, or the consequences might be worse than death."

"Such meals are horrifying!"

"An odd person gathering odd disciples, madmen, beyond reasoning."

...

Various discussions ensued everywhere, but no one dared voice these opinions in the presence of Hou Chen or anyone associated with Zhou Yan.

Thanks to Hou Chen, even if people like Xiao Ji Wu, Jiang Wannian, and even Jia Yongheng went anywhere, most Cultivators in the Nine Origin Heavenly City spontaneously made way.

Could they not make way or avoid them? Zhou Yan’s faction was all madmen, completely inhuman!

’Rather provoke King Yan but not hear about the big meal,’ was no joke at all—it was a lesson learned in blood and tears!

Isn’t this rhythm just—unprovokable and unavoidable?