Chapter 106: Master of Battle Techniques and Martial Arts

Immediately, Chen Xian’s eyes transformed—one eye shimmered faintly with white light deep within, while the other flowed with black radiance, exuding an aura of profound mystery and eeriness.

As the Divine Eye of Destruction was unleashed, the tiger shadow and the frail figure perched upon its back shed their false veils before Chen Xian, revealing their truest forms. The tiger shadow was an energy entity akin to a soul, brimming with immense power, while the slender figure was a human boy with silver hair and a youthful face. His eyes were devoid of any vitality, resembling lifeless orbs.

Furthermore, Chen Xian discerned the silver-haired boy’s intent: he sought revenge for his one-eyed disciple, killed by the young man with the buzz cut before them. He vowed to slay this youth and have the little white tiger absorb his life essence.

At this moment, the despairing Li Xiong pointed at Chen Xian, shouting loudly to the tiger-shadowed stranger, “He is the one who killed Lady One-Eyed Dragon!”

Although Li Xiong could not gauge the true strength of the tiger-shadowed figure, his instincts told him this opponent was no ordinary foe—perhaps capable of slaying Chen Xian.

The silver-haired boy addressed Chen Xian, “Is what he said true?”

“I am the one who killed the One-Eyed Dragon Lady, because she deserved to die!” Chen Xian’s lips curled into a cold sneer. “Are you planning to kill me to avenge your disciple?”

Upon hearing this, the silver-haired boy’s entire body erupted with murderous intent. “Blood debt must be paid with blood—you will die by my hand!”

With those words, a powerful wave of spiritual energy surged toward Chen Xian.

His vision blurred momentarily, and countless phantoms appeared—ferocious ghosts howling and wailing, filling his ears with chilling cries as if he had fallen into a haunted abyss.

The silver-haired boy’s spiritual force was formidable, his attack method strange and unsettling, akin to a terrifying mental assault. Yet, compared to the “Secret Art of Divine Mind Control,” it still fell short.

Chen Xian silently concluded that this opponent was a master of spiritual power and simultaneously a martial arts grandmaster—a rare dual cultivation of mystical and martial prowess.

Opposite him, the silver-haired boy atop the tiger shadow noticed the buzz-cut youth dazed and motionless. Without hesitation, he dashed forward like a cannonball aimed straight at Chen Xian, while the tiger shadow remained stationary.

Confident his mental assault had stunned the enemy, he sought to deliver a fatal blow.

In an instant, the silver-haired boy was before Chen Xian, thrusting a seemingly frail fist toward his heart.

The fist tore through the air, sparks flying fiercely, its power astonishing.

Even from a great distance, Li Xiong felt a chill run down his spine. The silver-haired boy’s punch was like a mountain crushing down—overwhelming and suffocating, its intent and momentum terrifying beyond measure.

And Chen Xian stood directly in its path.

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