Chapter 273: Ancestor, Save Me!

The bronze war chariot thrummed with an almost sentient vitality. Sensing Ye Chen’s massive hand reaching for it, the chariot surged toward the Champion King with desperate speed.

But in the face of Ye Chen, its spirited nature was futile. With a single grasp, Ye Chen seized the chariot and refined it in an instant. Then, stepping onto the chariot, he cast a cold, commanding gaze down at the Champion King.

The entire city fell silent, stunned by the spectacle. The arena battle had barely begun, and the Champion King’s chariot had already been stolen?

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Earlier, the crowd had been awestruck by the Champion King’s ferocious presence. When word spread that he bore the inheritance of the Northern Emperor, even Li Feihuang’s face had paled. The Wang family, too, felt the shadow of doom looming over them—annihilation seemed imminent. Who could stand against such a Champion King?

Yet, in the next moment, under the gaze of countless onlookers, the Champion King was sent flying. His armor shattered, a bloody gash torn into his chest, narrowly escaping death itself. And now, his chariot had been seized. In the blink of an eye, victory and defeat had been decided.

The unbelievable scene left everyone staring at Ye Chen with disbelief. Li Feihuang, in particular, was shaken to her core. She had always believed Ye Chen was slightly beneath her in skill. Yet now, he had defeated the Champion King with a single blow?

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“That’s the True Dragon Treasure Technique—the Dragon Fist!” exclaimed a guest from the Great Chu Empire, one of many well-informed representatives from various factions. Their shocked realization sent a ripple of gasps through the city. The Ten Vicious Treasure Techniques were among the world’s most supreme divine arts. Even mastering a single form could elevate a cultivator’s combat prowess to extraordinary heights.

To think Ye Chen possessed the True Dragon Treasure Technique! No wonder his offensive power was so terrifying. The crowd erupted in waves of astonishment. Seeing the Northern Emperor’s inheritance was already a marvel, but now witnessing the True Dragon Treasure Technique—even just one form—was an eye-opening experience.

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But the focus soon shifted back to the Champion King. His shattered armor and bloodied chest were now wreathed in the ethereal form of a Moon Phoenix, its wings scattering radiant moonlight. Flames surged across his body, and in the blink of an eye, his wounds healed completely.

Li Feihuang’s pupils constricted in shock. The Champion King possessed the Moon Phoenix Body? His rapid recovery was the work of its Nirvana power. But how could this be?

Ye Chen was far stronger than she had ever imagined, and the Champion King was proving to be exponentially more powerful than she had thought.

The realization hit her like a thunderbolt: The weakest one here… has always been me? Her eyes dimmed, her spirit reeling from an unprecedented blow.

“Steal my chariot? You deserve death!” the Champion King roared. Despite being blasted away and having his chariot refined by another, his expression remained cold and indifferent. His eyes flickered, countless stars seeming to rise and fall within them as he stared at Ye Chen, intent on piercing through his every secret.

The onlookers gasped at the sight. “That’s the Martial Truth Eye!” one exclaimed. “It can suppress enemies, see through their every weakness, and dismantle them with ease.”

“It’s one of the Northern Emperor’s most fearsome techniques. To think the Champion King has mastered it!”

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“With the Moon Phoenix Body and the Martial Truth Eye, the Champion King is terrifying. This battle’s outcome is far from decided!”

“These are the heights of true prodigies? We’re all at the Golden Core stage, yet I feel I couldn’t withstand a single move from either of them.”

But the crowd’s awe lasted only a moment. In the next instant, the Champion King’s eyes, fixed on Ye Chen, burst apart, dissolving into a mist of blood.

The Martial Truth Eye—destroyed? Had the Champion King practiced it incorrectly? The spectators were dumbfounded.