Conceited Immortal On Campus

Outside the manor, Yu Mengzi felt as if her body was burning.    

The people of the Nuan Family had long been stunned by what they saw.    

Rhode stood beside Norsen and he was even more speechless.    

One must know that this Norsen was only the Vice Pope of the Church.    

Just the Vice Pope had such power!? If it was the real pope, how terrifying would it be!?    

Only Norson's face did not show the slightest bit of joy.    

He looked at the lightning bolts falling down, until all forty-two of them struck down.    

However, Norson was muttering something. The scepter in his hand was faintly flickering.    

He seemed to know that Chen Yi was still there amidst the dust and fire.    

As expected, when the dust and smoke dispersed, there was a faint flame burning on the charred ground. A figure was still standing quietly in the sky.    

Chen Yi looked at Norson. There was not a single scar on his body.    

"What?!"    

"My God, he's not dead?!"    

"Is this guy a monster? Even lightning can't kill him!?"    

Many people looked at Chen Yi's figure and were stunned.    

Was he still human? Even a god was nothing more than that.    

"Worthy of being a Ancestor Chen!"    

Norsen suddenly held his scepter and rose into the air. He looked at Chen Yi and revealed a faint smile.    

He had seen Chen Yi before. That was two hundred years ago. The entire church would tremble at the sight of such a person.    

As the grandson of the old pope, it was the first time that Norson had seen someone who could be above the church.    

Even the first god of the Temple of the Gods, who claimed to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods, might not be able to make the church panic to this extent.    

Two hundred years. To be exact, it was two hundred and twenty-three years. He once again saw this Ancestor Chen.    

However, not only was the other party getting older, he had even returned to his youth.    

Looking at him again, he was once a youth, but now, he had already aged to this state.    

The Celestial Gate of China was truly terrifying!    

Norsen's mind was in turmoil. He landed on the ground and said with a smile, "I wonder if Ancestor Chen still remembers me!?"    

Chen Yi looked at Norsen indifferently. "Your grandfather once knelt on the ground and begged to spare your bloodline's life. Looks like you personally cut off this path of life."    

He did not make a move. Instead, he looked at Norson indifferently.    

"You alone are not my match. Presumably, it is not just the Church, right?"    

When Norson heard this, his eyes slowly narrowed. His smile seemed to exude waves of coldness.    

"The Ancestor Chen is already invincible in the world. What's the point of coming here?"    

"I've already lived enough. The sooner I die, the sooner I serve the Sheng Deity. This is my home."    

Norsen chuckled. "It doesn't look like the Ancestor Chen. It lives with the world and can return to its youth."    

Chen Yi looked at Norsen. His hands slowly formed seals in front of him. The Elemental Swallowing Spell in his body circulated even more.    

He could hear Norson's ridicule and ridicule. It was obvious that the Church knew something about him.    

In this world, there was no wall that could let wind pass. Chen Yi was not surprised.    

What made Chen Yi unhappy was that a mere ant dared to mock him?    

"In that case, I will..."    

Chen Yi formed a seal with both hands. The energy of heaven and earth trembled around his body. After he stood up, numerous golden magic swords condensed out.    

"As you wish!"    

One after another, golden magic swords shone brightly in the sky.    

The appearance of the sword light caused the sky to dim.    

In the blink of an eye, eighty-one golden magic swords were formed.    

The swords were like wheels, standing behind Chen Yi.    

Norsen's expression changed. The scepter in his hand kept flickering.    

Chen Yi dispersed the spirit art in his hands and pointed at Norson.    

"Go!"    

With a single word, all the swords behind him moved. The swords were like dragons. The sound of the sword was like the cry of a dragon and the cry of a phoenix. It resounded through the heavens and the earth.    

Norsen also moved. He suddenly raised the scepter in his hand. Then, he raised it. Then, a holy light shot up into the sky. The image of a giant angel floated in the air. Now, in the world.    

This angel was vivid and lifelike, the wings on her back... Every single one of her holy robes, every single inch of her body seemed to exist.    

The people of the Nuan Family were already dumbfounded. Yu Mengzi also seemed to be dreaming.    

The swords in front of her charged over. The huge angel wings gently shook. This was countless light feathers that covered the sky and earth to welcome her.    

The swords and feathers collided with each other in the sky. Deafening sounds could be heard without end.    

Chen Yi stood there with his hands behind his back. His eyes were calm. As one of the eighteen spirit arts of the Qi Cultivating Stage of the Profound Essence Sect, the Demon Slaying Sword Art was powerful enough to kill Martial Arts Golden Core Stage warriors.    

Even a true Golden Core cultivator was confident, let alone a Martial Arts Golden Core Stage warrior.    

In his eyes, the feathers of light were shattered, and with a loud boom, it was as if a golden dragon had pierced through the body of the Heavenly Emissary.    

Boom!    

Norsen's body shook. He spat out a mouthful of blood.    

He wanted to look at Chen Yi with shock in his eyes.    

But soon, a smile appeared on Norson's face.    

"As expected of a Ancestor Chen. Even though he has just started cultivating, he still possesses such great strength in such a short period of time." Norsen's words slowly echoed in the air.    

Chen Yi heard him and looked at Norsen. He saw Norsen sitting down and closing his eyes slowly. Even though the angel image above him was shattered, he did not seem to care at all.    

However, Chen Yi could see through Norson's intentions. He gently moved his palm and the Blade Sheath entered his hand.    

He took a step forward. His body was like a gust of wind as he appeared in front of Norson at lightning speed.    

The life force on Norson's body had long disappeared. Only the five-foot-long staff seemed to be stained with blood.    

Chen Yi looked at the scepter. Suddenly, the blood-colored scepter shook. The sharp tip of the scepter reached Chen Yi.    

The sound of air being torn apart rang out. The scepter suddenly charged over. Chen Yi held the Blade Sheath in his hand and slashed out.    

Bang!    

Chen Yi's body trembled, and the Qi behind him was directly blasted apart.    

A piercing force penetrated almost a hundred meters before stopping.    

On the Blade Sheath, one could see that the blood-colored scepter was still glistening. Although Chen Yi's body did not move at all, this scepter attack was comparable to Yue Lang's full strength attack from before.    

Norsen's body gradually withered and turned into a skin and bones, dying in this place.    

Rhode of the Noan Family was completely dumbfounded. The vice pope of the church had actually died in the Noan Family!?    

"Ancestor Chen, kill the Vice Pope of the Church!"    

Rhode mumbled, "No, His Holiness Nosen is courting death, he's courting death!?"    

He suddenly reacted and turned pale with fright.    

At this moment, Chen Yi's palm suddenly landed and the scepter flew out.    

He looked at Norsen. He said calmly, "Fine, I'll see what kind of storm this chess piece of yours can cause."    

As soon as his voice faded, Chen Yi looked at the Nuo An Family. His dark golden eyes were filled with anger.    

It was as if Jinhai was raging, but more like a raging flame. Chen Yi formed a seal with both hands and condensed his boundless magic power. After he stood up, he turned into the image of a Golden Crow.    

The image of a Golden Crow had a wingspan of ten meters.    

Profound Essence Sect, one of the high grade Qi Cultivating Stage spirit arts, Golden Crow Burning Ocean!    

Boom!    

Inside his dantian, purple energy circulated, Golden Crow Soaring Sky.    

At this moment, the temperature of the entire heaven and earth increased by who knows how many degrees.    

Wherever the Golden Crow passed, Within the Nuan Clan, there were even sounds of panic and miserable cries that rose and fell.    

Chen Yi, however, slowly turned around and walked out of the Nuan Family.    

It was as if everything had been settled.    

No, it was more like Chen Yi was looking at the vast world outside the Noan Family.    

The calm heaven and earth were filled with raging waves.    

Yu Mengzi looked at the Golden Crow Soaring Sky, burning everything. The huge manor was filled with flames. Countless people were struggling within it, but it was difficult for them to resist the Golden Crow's flames.    

Her mouth was wide open, and it was difficult for her to close it.    

Even though she was the proud daughter of the Yu family, even though she was once Holy Maiden of the Yin God Cult, the scene before her eyes was still a legendary existence in her eyes.    

Such an Immortal God technique actually existed in this world?    

"Chen Yi, who exactly are you?!"