After all, in every conceivable aspect, Chu Ge's performance completely eclipsed Ye Chen's!
Not to mention that behind him stood the Taihuang Sacred Land—a colossal force that ranked among the greatest powers in the entire Eastern Profound Domain!
Ye Chen, lying on the ground, struggled to rise, but the searing pain coursing through his entire body left him in unspeakable agony!
Senior! Help me!
he pleaded desperately within his mind.
He hoped that this existence would lend him aid.
Even though he had reached a dead end, he still refused to give up.
The presence in his mind was his final trump card!
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Slow footsteps sounded, drawing closer from afar.
Ye Chen turned his head with great difficulty, only for another wave of bone-deep pain to crash over him, twisting his features in torment!
Chu Ge slowly walked up to him.
"It's about time you showed me your final trump card, isn't it?"
Chu Ge's words caused Ye Chen's pupils to shrink violently. He even forgot the piercing pain for an instant, staring at Chu Ge in utter disbelief.
"You?!!"
Chu Ge ignored him and spoke again,
"This unknown senior—could you show yourself and meet me?"
Chu Ge made no attempt to conceal his words, so everyone present heard them clearly.
Many people furrowed their brows in confusion.
"What does this mean? Who is this Disciple Chu speaking to?"
"Trump card? Ye Chen is already in such a miserable state. If he had one, he would've used it long ago—why wait until now?"
Soft murmurs of discussion rose up. Only the few women who possessed the diary replicas already knew, through the diary, that a powerful remnant soul was residing within Ye Chen's body.
"Ah..."
A long, lingering sigh sounded, making many of the powerful experts present stiffen in surprise.
Immediately after, specks of light slowly gathered from the void, condensing into a tall and graceful figure.
Chu Ge raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised.
He had not expected that the one residing within Ye Chen was not an old grandpa—but an old granny…
No, calling her an "old granny" would be far too offensive.
As Chu Ge looked at the gradually solidifying figure before him, a flicker of admiration passed through his eyes.
This was a peerless beauty whose looks were in no way inferior to Luo Huangjun or Dantai Jinglian.
Her snow-white hair cascaded down to her waist like a silver waterfall, shimmering with a cold, luminous brilliance.
Her face seemed as though it had been sculpted by heaven itself with utmost care—skin fair as snow, faintly glowing with a cool radiance, as smooth and lustrous as the finest jade.
Her brows were like distant mountains, her eyes resplendent with sacred golden light, deep and blazing like twin suns.
As her gaze shifted, ancient runes seemed to flicker within her pupils.
Her nose was refined and proud like a mountain peak, giving her countenance greater depth and definition.
Her lips, cherry-red and delicate, glistened with an enticing sheen.
Beyond this near-flawless, exquisitely beautiful face, the woman possessed features that were anything but ordinary!
Atop her head, a pair of pale-golden dragon horns curved out elegantly.
The horns were delicate and magnificent, like crafted works of art, emitting a faint halo of light.
Beneath the corners of her eyes, several dragon scales were embedded like gemstones, lending her an unorthodox, bewitching allure!
Dragon horns. Dragon scales.
They clearly proclaimed that the woman before them was not human—or rather, not purely human.
Within her flowed the noble bloodline of the Dragon Clan!
"Hiss! The Dragon Clan?!"
"So there's actually a remnant soul of a suspected Dragon Clan expert residing within Ye Chen! This truly opens my eyes!"
"I wonder from what era she fell… If it was from an age when the cultivation path was still complete, then her value…"
Some of the great figures on the high platforms couldn't help but cry out in shock!
Many others had their eyes gleaming with sharp light, secret calculations already stirring in their hearts.