How powerful are three Sea Inversing Realm third layer elders?
If each fights alone, they should be around Sea Inversing Realm fifth layer in strength.
But if they cooperate tacitly and even form some great formations, then they would reach Sea Inversing Realm sixth or seventh layer.
Powerful?
For outer and inner disciples, they are indeed quite powerful.
But for Chen Xia, far from enough.
He grabbed one elder's head within thirty breaths, about to swing down, when piercing coldness came from behind.
Another elder unleashed a dao technique level water element profound art, bombarding towards Chen Xia's back.
Abstruse extreme ice covered Chen Xia's body, even containing pale flames that constantly roasted him, swiftly freezing Chen Xia and holding him suspended in midair.
The elder who was grabbed by the head activated his profound technique, his figure flickered, and he retreated.
"Abstruse extreme ice and pale corpse fire combined should be able to inflict considerable damage on him!"
One elder affirmed.
This was the fusion technique they had cultivated for thousands of years, one water element dao technique, one fire element dao technique, both modified extensively, allowing them to fuse together.
Chen Xia was now an abstruse ice sculpture, hanging in the sky, the flames completely covering him.
The terrifying aura emanating even made the disciples' hearts palpitate, feeling as if facing great terror.
Just a glance made them tremble.
The observing disciples swallowed their saliva, feeling the elders' joint technique was exceptionally terrifying, befitting their status.
"This level of profound technique is not simply one plus one equals two, but my thousands of years of foundation. You, a mere outer disciple, dare rebel without seeing if you have the ability!"
The elder releasing pale corpse fire coldly laughed. His flames could truly roast Sea Inversing Realm cultivators into corpses!
The disciples didn't dare speak, some outer disciples not even daring to look at the icy sculpture in the sky, secretly sighing.
Crack.
A crisp sound rang out, echoing by everyone's ears.
The lower realm cultivators instantly raised their heads, eyes wide with shocked expressions.
The icy sculpture in the sky suddenly moved, slowly shifting the frozen hand to grab its own face, fingers squeezing with force.
Bang!
The abstruse cold ice completely fell away, revealing Chen Xia's plain expression.
"Indeed not simply one plus one equals two, at most one point five."
He squeezed again with five fingers, the abstruse cold ice falling away, revealing a hand burning with pale flames.
The three elders couldn't comprehend this outcome, dumbly watching Chen Xia, speechless for a long time.
The previously speaking elder even helplessly opened and closed his mouth, eyes darting around, before slapping himself to see if he was dreaming.
Clearly not, since the slap really hurt.
But...but this was their joint ultimate technique! How could a first layer Sea Inversing Chen Xia so easily block it?
Chen Xia raised his hand, pale flames still burning. He lightly snapped his fingers.
The flames abruptly flared!
The sky instantly turned pitch black, shadows spreading, a blood moon hanging high, revealing one corner.
Reincarnation Extremity.
Chen Xia's head suspended a scarlet crown, facing the elder using flames. He extended a hand, chuckling lightly.
"Giving you a chance at direct confrontation."
Before the elder could respond, a meteorite-like figure burst forth, brutishly grinding him into the ground, pushing out a thousands-of-kilometers long ravine.
The abstruse extreme ice on Chen Xia fell piece by piece, like shedding skin, revealing his somewhat mottled green robe.
Standing under the blood moon with right hand burning pale flames, head slightly raised, his expression was evidently invincible.
The outer disciples were even more anxious, worried about the outcome.
The other two elders desperately tried entering Chen Xia's small world, but couldn't find a way. They could only anxiously wait.
Everyone was anxious, not even daring to speak much, nervously waiting.
Fortunately, it didn't take too long, about half an hour.
Heavy footsteps sounded in the void, entering reality, stepping on everyone's heart.
A green robed figure slowly walked out, left sleeve completely shredded, revealing a strong arm. Further down, his palm held a bloodied figure.
Chen Xia threw the half-dead elder out, calmly asking the other two elders.
"Who's next?"
No one responded, not daring to.
The remaining elders exchanged a swift glance, immediately nodding.
Abstruse extreme ice again erupted forth, crawling up Chen Xia's body, trying to freeze him again.
At the same time, the elders instantly retreated.
Chen Xia extended a hand, flicking his fingers to shatter the extreme ice from the source. He then reached out, fiercely pulling at the void.
Everyone's actions and expressions slowed in that instant, grey-white colors spreading, clouds unmoving, waters unstirring.
Chen Xia unhurriedly took a step forward, already at one elder's back, single-handedly seizing his neck.
The elder reacted swiftly, profound arts ready in his hand to unleash.
Too bad a hand had already seized his, suppressing all profound arts.
"Just endure some pain." Chen Xia said flatly.
The elder then bulged his eyes, faced with an extremely fast punch!
Bang!
What would being struck by a meteorite feel like?
The elder didn't know. He only knew he felt like dying, crashing into the mountain range and buried in mud and rocks.
Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. His whole body ached. If given another chance, he definitely wouldn't come again.
Who knew this guy was so fierce!
The muffled sound came again. The rocks burying him were pushed aside, light shining through, along with the green robed figure blocking the light.
"Greetings."
Chen Xia smiled politely, courteously greeting him.
The elder closed his eyes, unmoving and silent.
Sword intent rose.
A purple-gold flying sword hovered at his brow, its sharp edge pricking his skin.
Cold sweat streamed down the elder's forehead. Still he didn't dare move.
Chen Xia paid him no more attention, turning instead to hunt down the last elder.
The three elders had arrived in grandeur, so naturally they would also lie orderly together.
The last elder moved extremely quickly, already past Heavenly Pavilion and entering the inner disciples' region. He exhaled in relief, about to relax, when he turned and his body immediately stiffened.
Chen Xia stood not far away, smiling at him, hands still bloodied, dripping continuously.
The elder's spine turned cold, guts and liver bursting.
What terrifying game was this?
Losing wasn't fun at all. So I've always felt it wasn't fun.
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